In the daily study, work, life, we are the most unfamiliar is the composition, right, the composition according to the different genres can be divided into narrative, expository, application essays, argumentative essays. So the question is, how in the world should write an excellent essay? The following is my collection of excellent essay on windows, welcome to share.
Window Excellent Essay 1Window flowers, that is, the flowers pasted on the window. Mom said to me, "In the old country, some windows were made of wood, with white window paper on top, and on New Year's Day, the clever girls cut their own window flowers, which were very beautiful, and the red ones were pasted on the white paper, and from a distance, they really looked like they were in the middle of the flowers." I asked my mom, "Mom, have you ever cut window flowers?" Mom said, "Cut, however, only cut the individual small flowers, not cut the flowers put together."
When we were shopping in the supermarket, my mom and I saw a lot of beautiful window flowers, and I yelled for my mom to buy some more to paste.
Nowadays, windows are made of glass, so we stick them on the glass. In dad and *** bedroom, we put two heart-shaped window decals to show that dad and mom love each other. In my bedroom, two window decals with calves were pasted on it, mom wants me to study hard like a calf. On the glass window of the balcony, we put a big round window flower, mom said, represents our family reunion.
Mom said, nowadays people call these "paper-cutting art", Shanxi's paper-cutting is very famous, but it is a university. Look at the beautiful window, I want to cut a little.
The window is a small, shiny window.
Outside the window was a large, lime green wheat field. Inside the window, I always like to look out the window and fill my eyes with that green color. Whenever the sunlight pours in, the wheat field shines against the sunlight. The wind gently brushes across the wheat field, and its edge gently, undulating with the wind, just like a turquoise ocean, being waves. I was very attached to this intoxicating scenery, and refused to take my eyes off it for a moment. That a small window, carrying my yearning.
Another dusk, I pulled open the curtains, the dull day of the house through the light. I once again sat in front of the window, staring blankly at the distant fields. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, and the wheat field seemed to be intoxicated by its beauty, quietly sleeping under the sky. The wind no longer blows, the sun is no longer warm, all the restlessness calms down in this moment, only the setting sun is slowly telling the beauty of the evening. In the line of sight, it is the shadow of the tree is drawn longer and longer, and finally, the shadow also dissipated.
The night is falling.
It was the stars that lit up the wheat field, lit up the sky, and lit up my eyes. The scene outside the window is still the same, just a little more stars. The crescent moon is as cold as a hook, and the stars are crystal clear in the wheat field under the moon, and there is nothing more attractive than the wheat field under the night. The leaves outside the window swept the window, making a rustling sound, as if for this silent night with a moving soundtrack. The night is really coming, releasing its unique beauty, the stars in the night sky as a child's eyes, without a little impurity, in the night sky seems incomparably pure. The night is like ink, everything in the world is shrouded in darkness, those in the darkness of the shadow of fear and fear, but also a little bit into my heart, those serenity and peace, but also accompanied me to fall asleep.
Gradually, the darkness is a little bit washed out, in the window to meet me, and is the warmth of the sun. The darkness hid, the fear disappeared, the wheat field is still green, still let me want.
The view from the window is always so intriguing.
Window excellent essay 3
I remember in kindergarten, I have a pair of enviable, large watery eyes, everyone sees me, can not help but praise my eyes: "Aoyo Yo Yo, your eyes can be really good-looking!" But one day, a kindergarten friend put on a pair of glasses! I couldn't figure out why she was wearing glasses. Why was she wearing glasses? I was thinking: people who wear glasses must wear them because they look good!
When I was in first grade, my eyes were still so shiny and watery! But during an after-school class in third grade, I couldn't see the words on the screen! Couldn't see, a thousand times over! My mom took me to the doctor, who said it was nothing, just that I needed to pay attention to my eyes! That's when I fell in love with computers and TV. Vision in my unnoticed when, slowly, gradually, little by little receding weak.
Time flows slowly, the words on the blackboard I have been a little unclear. I pulled my mom and dad with glasses. Now, the glasses are no longer glorified, but the eyes to help you when your eyes are not enough. I really never thought in a million years that I would be nearsighted and that I would wear glasses.
So, I just want to say one thing, eyes are the windows of the soul, let's come together to protect it!
Window Excellent Essay 4Without eyes, what would the world be like? Without eyes, the sun, the moon has no value, the stars have lost its glittering charm; without eyes, the world will be dark; without eyes, can no longer see the red flowers and green grass, crystal clear streams, blue and far-reaching skies, high mountains ......
The eyes are still the window to the soul, the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful! From this "window" revealed. Good people, you will find his eyes as clear as a stream, such as a jewel as holy; evil people, you will see his eyes dull, dirty, like dust as boring. Also the eyes help you to recognize the character of a person. The eyes of a child who loves to read are always shining, and there is an extraordinary temperament in him; the eyes of a child who loves to lie are as evasive and wandering as a thief's. Students, there are many things in the world for the eyes invented, such as glasses, anti-myopia book thin, but these can not be your eyes become healthy and temperament. As far as health is concerned, eyeglasses can only temporarily make objects clear. Anti-myopia booklet can only prevent myopia when you read books. But your life can't only read books, even how advanced and sophisticated technology is, there is still a lack of beauty in what is made. So love glasses can only rely on yourself. Students should usually do more eye exercises and pay attention to eye hygiene. In addition, I teach you a wonderful idea, first frustrated by the heat, and then the hot hand on the eyes, persistent, helpful and eye health oh!
Love eyes! It gives us light, gives us a beautiful world!
window excellent essay 5There is a row of connected windows on the south side of the second floor of the old house. In my spare time I always love to tie up the curtains, put my hand on the balcony and quietly admire the window.
There is a laurel tree to the right of the window. It does not have the height and straightness of the poplar tree, only gray-brown curved branches. In early fall and September, the osmanthus flowers bloomed. A small cluster of small clusters of golden yellow, like the stars in the sky fell down and shattered on the tree, but also as hanging in the fortune tree of the golden treasure, love. The most famous thing about osmanthus is its fragrance, "there is a tree named Dan Gui, four times fragrant. The fragrance of osmanthus always surrounds and occupies the old house. This aroma knocks open your heart, dispel the haze in your heart, make your eyes bright, physical and mental comfort. It is "naturally unadorned", never tire of smelling. I often think, if the aroma can be stored how good, I can smell osmanthus every day.
Directly across the road there is a field, small and flat, planted with tea and other crops. Many busy figures are spilling their hard sweat in it, their flowery green clothes reflecting the colors of the field, forming a landscape. South of the field there is a thick bamboo forest, like a natural barrier, but also like a row of loyal soldiers: straight bamboo is a strong soldier, the upper part of the bamboo is a little bent hunchback old general. When the wind passed by, they swayed, and it was as if I heard the sound of crunching.
The bamboo forest and fields outside the window seem to be green all year round. In summer, they are so green that they seem to be dripping down, shaking your eyes. In winter, they put on a white veil, but you can still see the green that calls for love. Together with the white walled farmhouse on the edge of the field, the narrow creek and a few green hills in the distance, composed of a picture of the "paradise", as Wang Anshi described, "a water will be green around the field, the two mountains in the door to send the green".
A few dozen meters to the left of the farmhouse, there is a small square. In the evening, the ladies play songs and dance in the square. They flexibly raised their arms, dancing fan, twisting the body, and even turn around, physical demeanor light, energetic, as if all of a sudden ten years younger. There is a theater next to the square, and there are Gaojia operas on New Year's Day. There are lively and cheerful Danjiao, hanging a long beard of the net angle, love to fight the raw angle ...... My favorite is the clown, only to see his nose smeared with white, wearing a eight-beard, often dressed in all black, shaking a broken fan, hunchbacked, striding ducks step out, not a few words can not help but laugh.
Oh, the window ......
window excellent essay 6The window, closed, a gray. In their own world to entertain themselves, lonely and happy, but ultimately lonely. Window, open, the sun may come in, it may be a disappointing world unfolding to you, but you are no longer alone ......
Hazy September, ushered in an early fall rain, the leaves gradually yellowed and fell. Birds gradually flew, chirping more and more distant. The rain beat on the ground, splashing splash "ta", is in the silent curtain call.
I just sat in the strange classroom, careless, they also sat in the classroom like that, measuring me, making me so uncomfortable. I held my head in my hands slightly, my eyes staring blankly ahead of me, there didn't seem to be anything beside me, I couldn't go back, I had already come here.
The first time I changed schools, it wasn't pretty. I didn't really want to pay attention to the people with whom I had only 1 year to spend with, and I locked my window eerily, as if there was a momentary silence around me, and I, alone.
I was still walking by myself on my way out of school, my feet grumbling as I walked, and I saw you guys who were playing and playing, and you were laughing extra loud and having a good time, and the last time you guys invited me, I smiled and withdrew, but this time I don't know how my heart tickled.
Patting myself on the back, head twisting, speeding up my pace, I was running away, I thought I was happy to be home, my old classmates from the old days would be chatting with me on my cell phone every day, unlike at school, where it seemed like I didn't even have any company.
That night, tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep. I turned off the music on my cell phone, and sat up thinking for a long time.
So the next day, in the crowd at play more than my figure, on the way to school, as if in the sunset there are three people hooked up with the shadow becomes very long ......
I, slowly pushed open the closed window, accompanied by the "squeak
I slowly pushed open the closed window, accompanied by a "creak" sound, the window opened, the sun came in, it was late spring in May, but the fragrance of the flowers still came to my nose.
In two months, we are going to graduate, we will go to their own, the difference is that this time with that reluctance, I myself, have long opened the window of friendship. The breeze is coming, and the leaves are falling, which is sentimental about our separation? Our destiny is not like this leaf general green and yellow, accompanied by the spring wind and fall?
Window, still open, outside the window of the birds and flowers, sunset, I wonder if the shadow of the three can be reunited?
The window excellent essay 7
Through the window, the yard of the great magnolia tree into the eyes, all year round, standing. From blooming to withering, we have spent two years together.
Spring is the season of magnolia flowers in full bloom, a pattering spring rain, the tree full of flowers will bloom overnight, the flowers white flowers stand in the technical head, the tip of the flower is also a touch of light pink, very nice. If you walk in the compound at this time, the fragrance of Wang Orchid will come to your face. It is really intoxicating. Pavilion noon, one or two birds landed on the magnolia tree to perch, quietly and indiscriminately cut the first beautiful noon. In the evening, children are from home to run out, run to the magnolia tree to pick up from the tree down the flowers and petals, in a short while will be able to pick up a large hand, take home, installed in their own small jar treasured, smiling as if they got what unique treasure ...
Summer, when peonies, moon, roses have just begun to blossom, beautiful purple and red, and the beautiful purple and red, and the beautiful purple and red, and the beautiful purple and red, and the beautiful red, and the beautiful red, and the beautiful red, and the beautiful red, and the beautiful red, and the beautiful red. When peonies, moonflowers and roses are just beginning to bloom, beautiful purple and red, it is beginning to show signs of defeat. "Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom." It's the best way to describe it. A lot of people also always say this sentence, but really do and how many of it ...... "and other people in conflict, you and whether to do, do not care about the gains and losses, take a step back to the sea and the sky? When you encounter trouble, are you patient to solve it?" I stood in front of the window, looking at the yard that has been withered magnolia tree, in the heart silently ask yourself.
The magnolia tree has a unique bloom compared to other flowers, but also reached the climax of the blooming world, living freely and elegantly. I think this is probably the highest state that a person's life can reach. ...... "'The world wants to be a peony, but I want to be a magnolia' This is like a clear stream in the world of flowers. " My mouth recited such a limerick, the meaning of this poem, once upon a time I did not understand, now I suddenly understand.
The scenery outside the window is many and beautiful, but I only love the magnolia in the compound in front of my window.
The window excellent essay 8
Through the glass, towering buildings, the bustling market is gradually moving away.
Lie down in front of the window, snowflakes fluttered, fell on the window, fell on the grass, and the distant cattle bent down to leisurely eat grass. A green lake into the eyes, the lake surface for a long time, can not help but remind me of the "lake light and the moon and the two, the surface of the pool without the wind mirror has not been worn." Scattered dots, white walls and black tiles of Huizhou-style houses around the milky white fog, hidden in the rolling hills. The white mist that spreads out is drenched, a white and a black is like an ink painting.
The car forward, I seem to be in a deserted prairie, the road stands on both sides of the layers of stacked, staggered reeds, like a sentinel, to the passing vehicles and pedestrians to guide the way forward. A cold wind blew through the reeds set off a piece of yellow waves, a few egrets fluttering wings, lightly landed in the reeds, to the yellow bushes added a few points of beautiful white.
Night falls, the car slowly traveling, in the endless flow of the car in the river. At this point, all the 'cars outside the window flashed bright red lights, turning the night highway into a long river of flash.
Window Excellent Essay 9In fact, each of us has more than one window in our hearts, this window, determines, your life.
Everyone in the world, there is a good heart, of course, there is also part of the evil heart, although we have an evil heart, but, we also have a good heart ah, I often see thieves on TV, they also have a good heart ah, why would they become bad? It may be that their goodness has become less and their evil has increased. Lead them to the road to crime is precisely because they have to get something for nothing, get rich overnight this kind of mentality, but the results? Don't they always get caught by the police? Why don't you study hard? Why don't you work hard? Even if you steal or rob money, do you feel good when you spend it? You have to be down-to-earth and work hard so that you get the money, isn't it better?
Each of us en has a window in his heart, a window of goodness, a window of evil, our life, it is decided on you open that window.
window excellent essay 10Eyes are the windows of the soul, open this window, you can find a different kind of beauty.
Recently, I have been in an inexplicably irritable mood, and writing essays is like coping with an errand. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to have to find some random material to fill in the blanks. "There are wonderful things happening in the world every day, why aren't there any around us?" I complained to my best friend. My best friend didn't say anything. "When did you become so quiet?" "Wait for me." My best friend said mysteriously, "Be right back!" A short while later, she returned with a magazine, flipped through a few pages and handed it to me, "Look." I saw a line on the page, "There is no lack of beauty in life, but a lack of eyes to find it." I froze and kept mulling over this sentence.
In the afternoon after school, walking home, I casually folded a branch of wildflowers on the side of the road, but was scratched my fingers. Being hurt, I began to pay attention to the trinket. Deep green leaves hidden in a slightly lighter color of the tender green flowers, symmetrical petals in the center of a cluster of thin as a whisker of stamens, careful look lovely. Looking at this fresh, elegant flowers, the irritable I suddenly calmed down. I picked a few more and brought them back to my neighbor. He, too, marveled as if he had discovered a new continent, "Gosh, I've never seen such beautiful flowers!"
It really didn't occur to me that there could be such stripped-down little green flowers in the unassuming grass by the side of the road! Isn't it? As long as you have a pair of eyes to find beauty, in this noisy world, you can also find your own share of quiet, elegant.
Window Excellent Essay 11Rain drenched the dead trees outside the window, time slipped through the fingertips, and Jin Chen stood by the window and sighed. For a middle school student, homework is the biggest trouble, the thought of being reprimanded by the teacher, had to return to his seat to write homework. The classroom lights were on, a stark contrast to the unseen darkness outside the window, the branches and leaves of the dead trees leaning against the window, for Jin Chen who was near the window, it was as if a pair of hands were grasping at his thoughts. The teacher stood up from his seat and walked past the students, Jin Chen's eyes moved from the window back to his homework, the teacher touched Jin Chen's head as he passed by and said "You write really fast."
Jin Chen stayed there, not knowing whether to move his pen or stay there. The sound of the tree branch rubbing back and forth on the window pulled him back from his fantasy. Jin Chen picked up his pen and continued to write, when his classmate touched him and handed him a note; finished writing?
"Almost." Jin Chen whispered in his desk's ear while looking out the window for a moment, raindrops hit the window like cannons, a bolt of lightning crossed the endless sky, followed by a few roars of thunder. The lights in the classroom flickered and Jin Chen shrank towards his shirt, the wool sweater tickling Jin Chen.
One minute, two minutes, homework done, Kim Chen stretched.
"Jingling bell", the end of the class, the teacher held the computer walked down the corridor, turned on the lights, the radio broadcast the voice of the principal, Jin Chen with the crowded crowd out of the classroom, inadvertently looked back, from the crowd gap saw the endless black, the window is more ghostly, the branches of the dead tree swaying, as if in the crowd to say goodbye!
The window is still ......
window excellent essay 12There is a window in front of my desk. The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window, turning the whole study red; occasionally a flock of nesting pigeons passes by the window, leaving a moving shadow.
There is always a pile of books on the desk, which is my unfinished homework. Sometimes when I am tired of writing homework, I will put my hands on the table, my neck to the window, looking at the neighborhood.
In the gardens of the neighborhood, there always seemed to be people who were idle. Children riding bicycles quickly through the shade of the trees, silver bells of laughter mixed in the crisp car bells, so that people can not distinguish; adults are also in the garden chatting, walking, walking the dog. People's laughter accompanied by car bells tinkling, as if in a nature concert. Everything outside the window is free, even time, outside the window does not bear to leave in a hurry.
And in my study, it is the opposite of this. Into the study, the faint smell of books mixed with some wood products came to my nose, but I did not feel much joy because of the smell. I put down the heavy bag on my shoulder and slowly pulled the books out of the bag one by one. As I watched my bag flatten from a bulge, my heart felt heavy, as if the books were not on the table, but on my heart. I sat down at the table and began to numbly write homework.
The car bells and laughter downstairs echoed in my ears from time to time, but the hustle and bustle was theirs, and the window seemed intent on isolating the joy.
I remember playing in the garden as a child. Or riding my bike around the flower beds, or pulling the dog to run inside the flower beds ...... but that was a long time ago.
Once, my mom asked me, "Is it fun for you to keep looking out the window?" I thought, "Of course it is! I can look at the sky circling for many hours of pigeons in the end in the end to fly to the roof of whose house, can look downstairs there are a few carefree people in the free to dispose of their own time ......
Perhaps, only in the window in the window of the silent hard work of the people, to feel more beautiful outside the window it. Those in the classroom, library, laboratory with the researchers, who in the time of fatigue does not long for the window? However, only in the window to grind, in order to fight for their own more to the right of the window.
Looking at the four walls gradually faded away the sun's afterglow, I can not help but speed up the pen.
window excellent essay 13There is a home in the corner of the town is still lit, the light shakes, much brighter than usual. The light shone, the windows were gray with dust and frost, and there were several large and small ragged holes in the window where it joined the sill, and on the sill, loosely inside the ragged holes, lay several round persimmons of various sizes, which covered up the holes.
Inside the house, there was little furniture, just a scarred wooden square table. The legs were lame and a brick was padded underneath. There is also a bed and a couple, which is a couple who came out to work, the boss did not withhold their wages this year. Now it's almost New Year's Eve, and they are counting the money to go home, minute by minute, dime by dime, concentrating, dollar after dollar. The cold wind blew through, the window could not stop ringing, illuminating the money in the hands and four rough hands, the street is quiet, surrounded by tall buildings overlooking the low broken house, like a big mountain pressure people can not breathe.
In the distant countryside, the white snow appeared on the falling red countless, the sky scattered firecracker green smoke, families are busy, some sticking couplets, some cooking New Year's dinner, so lively. Only one family's door is still glued to the previous year's couplets, the color is almost faded, there is a child in the house, he guarded the bed, looking at the bed of ice, with his hands paddling, paddling, the yard is quiet.
A rush of footsteps came, not so steady, sound excited shouts came: can can! Nengneng! Grandpa rushed in, with old and excited words, said: Nengneng, your parents came to the letter, but also brought money! But the child turned and ran out, sobbing: not rare, not rare! The only thing left in the house was the stunned grandfather and the carvings on the ice, on the window there were four people, father, mother, grandfather and grandmother. Children how much they want the whole family to eat a meal together ah, three years, mom and dad did not come back for New Year's Eve, looking at other partners happy look, can can't be held in the heart, want to cry and can not cry.
In the city's restaurants, the family sat around the large floor-to-ceiling windows, eating hot pot, a few pairs of chopsticks, a pile of plates, talking and laughing, celebrating the arrival of the New Year, the windows covered with a thick layer of haze, the family reunion of the scene is hazy. The atmosphere overflows in the city, and the year is near.
A family at the head of the village, smoking smoke a brother and sister waiting at the window, looking at looking at, they will come back? The younger brother asked. The brother's answer was squashed by a shout, because in the distance came a rickety electric car, on which sat two people dad and mom.
Window Excellent Essay 14I own a window that looks out over a vast expanse of farmland and a highway.
Early in the morning, I opened the window, in the morning sun, to work in groups of people riding bicycles talking and laughing, the coachman sitting in the car leisurely smoking a dry cigarette, they are busy transporting firewood to the street; calves follow their mothers in the grass chewing grass, and occasionally issued a few "moo" call; farmland, a few farmers are to the rape seedling fertilizer, the distant hills, the farmers are not the same, but the farmers are not the same, they are not the same. Fertilizer seedlings, the distant mountains, gauzy clouds floating in the hillside, the tall bridge looks hazy chic, in the soft curve of the green hills, a round of red sun is rising. Slowly, the sun finally climbed to the top of the mountain, so the distant mountains are clearly visible, but the foot of the mountain is still covered with a layer of fog, until the sun rises to the sky, the foot of the building from the haze revealed, the tile veneer building walls in the sunshine is particularly dazzling.
The day passed quickly, the sun began to sink into the western sky, and people rushed home. The coach team is back, the coachman in the car laughing, a few loud whip music horse hooves sound. By the side of the road, the old people are walking, from time to time warmly greeted. Looking at the distant green hills colored red by the setting sun, looking at these healthy and open-minded old people, I thought, this is a picture of how beautiful "sunset red" ah! Whenever I am depressed, open the window, look at the mountains outside, look at the sky outside, look at the people outside, will always make my mood for a shock, feel the heart all of a sudden become bright and wide. This is my favorite window, his outside is infinite scenery. The window of my mind and it is connected, whenever I open this window, my heart is full of sunshine!
Window Excellent Essay 15The corner of my room is equipped with a universal window, which is like a camera recording the world outside the window every day, and gives me infinite joy.
That morning it was rainy, dark clouds in the sky, pedestrians outside the window with umbrellas, walking in silence, the trees were blown by the wind swaying back and forth, making sounds like ghosts crying and wailing.
Under the light, I was scratching my head thinking about the problem. Suddenly, turn your head and gaze out the window, the rain pattered to a halt, the clouds gradually dispersed, the sun poked its head out of the clouds, the sunlight sprinkled the earth like gold, suddenly, a colorful rainbow at the ends of the white clouds, the two main roads, people look at the rainbow in the sky, put away the flowery umbrellas, stood by the side of the road and did not move, the green lawn, a few children playing on the grass, attempting to pop up! pick the rainbow.
I looked out of breath, the heart suddenly recalled the scene before the rainbow, suddenly heart thumping, understand the truth of doing. The rainbow is a powerful storm to see the light of day, it is through their own unremitting efforts to obtain the success of the self, not to mention our students! When I come across a problem, I should not give up or skip it, but be more persistent and work hard to solve the problem in my mind. If there is no effort, there will be no joy of self-success. So, I will look back from the window sill, re-sit in the chair, hand holding a pen and draft paper, concentrate on reading the topic, thinking about the topic ......
room of the window, recording the people coming and going outside the window. This not only brings me endless joy, but also tells me the truth of being a human being.