In our daily study, work and life, we are the least unfamiliar with the essay, right? The essay can be divided into elementary school essay, secondary school essay, college essay (thesis). I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people, the following is a 500-word essay outside the window that I have collected for you.
500 words outside the window essay 1Thousands of pear blossoms are said to be the scene outside the window. In this small town in the south, rare, snow.
One night, as far as the eye can see, it is all silver-white, the children are happy, even if the hands and feet frozen cold, but also to play until dark. Sometimes a snowflake slides down to the neck nest, freezing people a shiver, the heart is warm.
The elders of the family have experienced snow, are no longer surprised, only complained: how to snow again.
As the saying goes, cold before the frost, cold after the snow, this second day, the temperature plummeted, the thin snow on the ground, some turned into water, some were stepped on into ice. Bang, looking toward the window, this is the second person who fell.
Girl, stand firm, don't fall again. The aunt who shoveled the snow shouted at the top of her voice.
She is also quite familiar with me, the neighborhood gossip love to manage, like and neighborhood children to play together, seems to be very popular.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in a house, and I've never seen her in a house, and I've never seen her in a house.
Auntie picked up the one on the ground and turned back to continue shoveling.
The weather is cooler, but she did not wear more, from time to time to raise his arm, with a long been wet with snow gloves to wipe a wipe of sweat.
She took the broom, in the wind seems to be a bit of a strain, hands eat hard dancer, but the body is upright. Sweeping to the curb, the foot seems to step on something, stooped down, took out the shovel pinned to the waist, hard downward, into the snow and ice, arm a turn, seems to have a lot of strength, the shovel will be set up on the road teeth upward. Then use the shovel to scratch a few broken ice, either into the sewer, or into a garbage bag.
It's always the same, and it gets tiring. She made her way forward, finally straining to crouch down and shake her arms. That thin back, so inconspicuous in the mottled snow, but so abrupt. Even when she was tired, she continued to do it. That small back, then along the long path, gradually far away.
And then look out the window, ice, has been cleared almost; snow, also clean. The only thing that remains unchanged is the hot heart.
The scenery outside the window, without realizing it, has entered my mind.
500 words outside the window essay 2Outside the window, what is it? A glimpse of endless prosperity, a dazzling Jinxiu mountains, or an alley full of life flavor?
Neither.
Outside the window is a high-rise, perhaps, there are people at hand with you, but before, the window has another kind of scenery.
Time quietly away, its mark, once written on the body of the blackboard, but ultimately with the board eraser raised ash and dissipation; stay in the memory of the words, a pile of thick test papers, disappeared in the gradual growth of the years.
The sky outside the window as a child, flying bamboo dragonflies, clouds floating in the light blue sky, maple trees in the rush of the flow of years to become fiery red, who did not notice. We all look forward to growing up and sketching out a blueprint for a "great" dream.
The world outside the window is simple and pure.
But it is very noisy.
Early in the morning, wake you up from the rooster is not missing, the sound of the faucet and bike around the pork vendors is the epitome of the morning, you look out of the window from the second floor, is the people busy and happy figure, this is the morning, simple but beautiful, the noise began to reside here.
The children are gradually waking up, the pressure cooker begins to emit a sound, incidentally, mixed with a few wisps of white mist, the kitchen comes out of the frying pan is stirring the aroma of groundnut leaves. Milk and the morning paper were delivered to the house one after another, the bottle of milk had an addictive fragrance, quietly, put away the milk fragrance, left in the wooden box of memory.
The last touch of sunset, home gradually scooped out the scent, still the same hustle and bustle, but, but will not feel a trace of annoyance. You look out of the window, the table in the yard, there is a hot meal, chickens with their mothers behind the foraging, adults chasing after playful children to feed ...... downstairs, depending on the yard wall, you listen to the sound of laughter one after another, you see, this belongs to the midsummer night stars ... ...
Outside the window, is like water-like life, clear, calm, and occasionally came to hit the sound of the stone, week after week ......
Time rushed away, we will eventually leave this calm and simple life, but outside the window farther away, the beauty of the first, the scenery Still, life, like a dream ......
Outside the window 500 words essay 3Trying to walk for a long time, looking back, I only step forward!
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The rain outside the window pattered and struck the heartstrings, disrupting the petals full of youth and vigor. The dark sky, gloomy clouds, even the gray trees. Together, they tried their best to stretch out into the distance, taking my vision with them.
The gloomy weather frostbitten my already cold heart. I tried my best not to look back at the test paper full of sadness, but every word of it clearly pierced my heart for eternity.
I struggled, three years, a thousand days of years. The past that I do not want to remember has surfaced one by one. The past, what a fascinating word, but my past is what? Late at night in the pen plowing read it? The daytime effort to listen to the class? Or studying on the weekends? I settled down and made sure that these were the only things that I could call these three memorable years. I gave too much for hope, but God gave me too little. It was just a friction before a big battle, but isn't it enough to say something?
I looked out the window. The same rain is still falling, still harboring a long-lasting sadness, and still exuding sadness and misery from all over the place. Maybe it's the will of God, the will of God to rain, the ground will not be dry. Just like the cycle of seasons, hasn't it never changed for thousands of years? Hasn't it always silently followed the laws laid down by God. But is this only the intention of God?
A sniff of the air, more the aroma of the falling red, rather than the smell of the soil. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say, but I'd like to say that I don't know what to say. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've been doing for years. Just like the cycle of seasons, God arranged for it to be never-ending, so that he could take away the sorrow and sadness, is not it? It is said that we can remember the past, but we should first filter the sorrow. All that is now must pass, and then is there not another world? The war is not after that?
I no longer look out the window, although the window still writes romance, but all that has passed is not romance? All that will happen is not romantic? We are still writing about romance, aren't we?
Outside the window 500 words essay 4Busy campus learning life is a depressing feeling, although the thirst for knowledge can make us temporarily forget the boring and tedious learning. But human beings are ultimately close to nature, I can not imagine how terrible a person forgets the green.
It's already early summer, and the greenery outside the house is beginning to thicken. But the early morning and late at night, or a single-minded attitude to study, or the boring life of the complaint, so that we forget the green around us, forget to find the most vibrant and vital things around us.
One day the sun is intoxicating, I am lying on the table in front of the window, confused Write homework, the number of assignments and the difficulty of drowsy. Simply put down the pencil and plopped down on the table. Through the slits in my eyes, through the window that kept out the dust, a jumping new green branch in my eyes was emitting its eye-catching, mesmerizing sense of exuberance of life. The sleepiness of the heart suddenly disappeared, Mr. Zhu Ziqing in the article "Spring" in the spring, the color of life's desire, at this point, I realized the reason for its hope. Human beings cannot lack the color green under any circumstances. He is healthy, he is energized. Although it is now early summer, but the green health, the connotation of life has not been due to the passage of the season and reduce the slightest.
Under the warm sun, gentle breeze, a plant standing proudly outside the window. The branch trunk, a stem of brittle branches, a piece of green leaves, a cell, all through the bright green color reflects the breath of life.
Outside the window, a green plant is growing, and inside the window there is only the air that is swirling and the books that are scattered. But my people and heart have long gotten rid of the white books, black words, and run to the green of life outside the window.
500 Words Outside the Window Essay 5Those who push open the window, what do they want to see outside the window? Is it the scenery, or are they waiting for something...
- Foreword Summer. Dusk. Inside the window, the air in the room suffocated me, it is like a shackle to trap me in this black place, tired of those homework and books, I helplessly put down the pen, occasionally looked up and saw the window. The scenery forced me to gently open the window
Outside the window, the air is fresh and intoxicating to me, it is like a key to open the window of their own mind. Listen, the birds chirping how crisp. Look, the leaves are also welcoming my arrival, I put up my chin, looking at the sky out of mind, as if I was waiting for a fireworks bloom, waiting for a life of splendor.
The sky was clean - very pure. The setting sun is still hanging in the sky, the light does not seem very strong. It made my heart as clear as the sky! Let the air all the boundless things to interpret my mood, feel like a baby, quietly hiding in the mother's arms, so at ease and comfortable. No grown-ups often say sadness, just feel a touch of loneliness and loneliness. However, who would feel lonely in the passionate summer like fire? However, my heart let it invade. I am gradually growing up net , but I also stubbornly think that the sky is growing up with me. Is this the price of growing up? Do I have to use words like "sad, heartbroken, painful, empty" to describe growing up? Oh no, I don't want to. I want to live every day and every second of my life to the fullest. For the sake of their own ideals, loneliness is nothing, what is the difficulty! At least I'm not alone, the sky is still watching me. The future is just like the sky, it's never ending, it's always unknown. But I believe that as long as you take every step in a practical way, one day I will have a day that belongs to me.
Outside the window 500 words essay 6Seal the town.
The shouting outside the window woke me up in my sleep. Dazed and confused swayed to the window, the street suddenly more than a group of volunteers wearing red undershirts and masks. They were urging the elderly people standing in the doorway to enter the house and close the door. I paid attention and listened until the explosive news reached my ears.
Closed the town? I'm sure the words were enough to send as many waves through the residents' minds as they could. But more than that, each family can assign 1 family member to go out and purchase living supplies every two days. For a while, the streets were once again filled with people carrying bags and hurrying forward to make purchases, fearing that if they were late, they would be robbed of their supplies. And all this is because of the epidemic.
This year is the Year of the Rat. Rat, is the beginning of the twelve Chinese zodiac signs, is the beginning of a new cycle, but no one would have predicted that this is the "nightmare" of the beginning of the epidemic around the Chinese New Year, the whole country into a panic. So we all spent our time at home.
"Reduce going out, go out and wear a good mask ......" publicity car is still many times a day, tirelessly running in the streets and alleys, and I look out the window boredom. Occasionally, a few pedestrians rush by on the street, all wearing masks and hanging their heads low. I borrowed my mom's cell phone to memorize my vocabulary, and as soon as I turned it on, there was the latest news about the epidemic - still increasing. There is only one pack of masks at home, I can't help but feel a little uneasy. I should also be uneasy, only to pay attention to this "war epidemic", in order to protect themselves, in order not to cause trouble to the country.
The branches of the trees in the backyard have long been spitting out buds, the breath of spring is getting closer and closer, I wish this epidemic with the winter past, so that the kite flying high in the sky in March.
Outside the window 500 words essay 7Outside the window is colorful, and what you see from the window is always 'different' from what you see outside.
This window was built by my grandmother, and its "life" is the sweat of my grandmother's labor. I think it is my grandmother's heart and soul.
When you are ostracized by others, look at the vast sky will become very comfortable, do not take other people's sarcasm seriously. Perhaps this is my only comfort.
When you are bored, look down from the window, a few children in the joke play, you chased me, I chase you, they play a lot of fun, I feel not bored.
At night when you go to sleep, you can not sleep, as long as you look at the night sky and the dazzling stars will feel themselves into a starry world, a moment you will fall asleep. A small window is my only comfort.
Standing in front of the window and look up to the sky, the sky of the white clouds this side of the drift to the other side of the drift to the other side of the drift, and sometimes stop, gather up, a thousand variations, a while and like a horse, a while like a sheep, they are free to run in the sky. They are especially beautiful. It is raining, the sky is gray and cloudy suddenly rained rain. Like countless diagonal lines sprinkled to the earth, the road is now, the house is also now, outside everywhere is hazy. It turns out that the world outside the window is like this ah!
In front of me is a house big, small, especially conspicuous. It was a noon, families burned rice, smoke came out of the window, coloring the sky. The bees below worked diligently, taking away all the sweet smell from the flowers, it will work early and late tomorrow, and I can't believe that I only ask my mom and dad to do housework every day, and I myself just lie on the bed and watch the TV, I feel too uncomfortable. I must do more housework in the future.
The world seen from the window is different, I know a lot of things at the window, such as, do your own things, don't let adults do.
window 500 words essay 8Nothing is bluer than the blue sky, and nothing is deeper than the blue sky, but our hearts.
I heard a saying: "How big is the heart, how big is the stage". Yes. Perhaps we neglected to think, and often fall into the predicament set for us by life without thinking. Just like when your grades drop, you can think: why did I regress? If there is thinking, the heart will tell you that it is because of your lack of seriousness or effort, or not careful ...... Then, you will cross more ground on your own stage.
We have to think about the sky outside the window all the time, no matter whether it is covered with dark clouds or clear sky. As long as you think about the beauty of the window, even if there is not as good as when you will not be happy because of things, because of their own sadness, only a penetrating heart.
You can go to feel the different skies outside the window to give you the feeling of emotion, is sentimental, is sentimental, is happy is depressed ...... as long as don't forget the blue mood, as long as don't burn the bad mood into the container of the brain, you can be in the effort, the stage in their own which is beautiful, positive, wonderful accompaniment of the heart to dance larger
Outside the window in the sky, there are happy birds are flying, the sun will shine into the window, the house is a wisp of warmth, the scene is just like our mood, full of fairy tale beauty, haunted the whole heart. The blue is the background of the birds' twittering, and the blue sunny heart has a positive mood for wings.
My heart I'll sing: "Always keep that beautiful heart of the mind, so that it is like a stock of clear spring water, the source of a long time."
500 words outside the window essay 9peak of our classroom on the second floor, there is a thick French sycamore outside the window, it is the only one I can see in the classroom "scenery". Spring is here. As if overnight, the tree is full of new shoots, I am very excited, because soon, the tree will become a green, that would be so beautiful ah! As if overnight again, the tree was filled with tender green leaves, small but vibrant, giving a feeling of vitality and comfort. Finally, the tree was crowded with leaves between the branches, some tender yellow, some dark green, some dark green.
These three colors are mixed together, there is some sense of hierarchy! Look at this tree full of lush leaves, can not help but make the heart love, so I often look at that piece of green in class. Whenever this happens, I feel refreshed and happy, and how wonderful this green is! But unfortunately, this green is only in the spring. Wait until the autumn wind up, the leaves all turn yellow, sparsely hanging in the branches, really full of depression; wait until the winter comes, the leaves all withered, leaving only bare branches and cracked bark, so bleak ...... One day, I was looking at it again out of my mind.
"These leaves ah! To the fall will be yellow, to the winter will fall ...... "I said to myself. At this time, the table intentionally or unintentionally muttered, "fall and then grow lousy!" "Huh?" I froze, suddenly suddenly realize, originally, this French sycamore will be the old leaves fall out, is not precisely in the winter to save energy, wait until next spring again born green? I smiled, I shouldn't regret for it, and shouldn't be sad for it in the winter, because it is the old leaves fall, it is for the growth of new leaves, it is the winter depression, it is for the spring burst!
Window 500 words essay 10Windows are not strange to everyone, such as the classroom window, the window at home, the window in the store ...... There are also some windows that are invisible, such as the Internet "window", QQ "window", microblogging "window" and so on. You think if these windows can not be opened, and what will happen?
Time back to 1978, back to 1978, Deng Xiaoping grandfather proposed "reform and opening up", leading the Chinese people to write a new history, and the whole country to open the window of the new world. Until today, 20xx, has been 40 years. Economically, China's GDP has grown from 364.5 billion yuan in 1978 to 82.7 trillion yuan today, a rapid increase of more than 200 times in just 40 years. China's economy is now the second largest in the world.
And how has reform and opening up changed our living conditions? My mom was born in 1978, and when she was in elementary school, she had to go to and from school by herself, and cook and do her own chores. My grandparents were farmers and came home from the fields at 8:00 or 9:00 p.m. every night, so my mom not only had to take care of herself, but also had to share the household chores with my grandparents. At that time, not to mention traveling abroad, to go to a small park is to wait until the New Year's holidays. When I was a child, my mom was envied by other children for having a little book or a doll. Nowadays, we have grandparents and parents to take care of us, and many children have phone watches, cell phones, and tablet computers, and go on trips with their families during the summer and winter vacations. In such a contrast, how happy we are, just need to go and study hard.
"Reform and opening up" has affected all of China and the lives of ordinary people. It is this great idea that has made China famous in the world. Thanks to the motherland to open the "reform and opening up" this window of the century, she opened up our horizons, improve the quality of our lives, so that our lives are getting better and better!
500 words outside the window essay 11Early in the morning, pushed open the bedroom window, presented in front of the eyes of the blue sky and white clouds, red flowers and green grass, a thriving ......
An old acacia tree, the wrinkled bark left the imprints of the years. Recalling childhood and a few small partners often take advantage of adults not ready to climb to the tree, pick white as snow, the texture of the slippery soft acacia flowers, flowers exudes a refreshing aroma, put it into the mouth gently chewing, this light aroma actually popped out of the silk sweetness, filled with between the teeth, an acacia flower, brought a perfect afternoon.
The green grass reflected between the red flowers, with fresh dew in the morning, accompanied by the breeze gently swaying, appearing extraordinarily full and moist, through the leaves of a ray of sunlight, the leaves look as transparent. There are also pink flower buds waiting to bloom, is about to bloom a new color and vitality. The green caterpillar is leisurely walking among the leaves, looking for a suitable place to make a cocoon. I think I can see what it looks like when it turns into a beautiful butterfly, small and delicate, dancing with the wind, and bees in the flowers like fairies shuttle, happy, this carefree scene is intoxicated.
Just think, a wind blowing over, the tree shadow blowing, issued a "rustle" sound, united with the cicada song, bird warble, the language of flowers, as a piece of exquisite symphony, and even the sky on the long white clouds, as if it is also in this warm applause. Only the mischievous sunlight to take advantage of the situation, in the brick paved road spread a piece of strange light spots, some like palm prints, on the top of the breath of nature; some like clouds, suspected to be from the sky is not careful down; some like a sailboat, as if it is about to set sail, take us into the harbor of dreams.
Gradually, everything is back to calm, take a deep breath, all the negative oxygen ions, and instantly purify my lungs after a night of dirty and unbearable. The first thing I'd like to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the game, and then I'd like to see the newest version of the game. Suddenly, I realized that the old acacia tree is gazing at me, like gazing at a small creature in the pale life; I also gazed at the old acacia tree, like gazing at the nature that just met me.
Not far away, a leaf thumped to the ground, emitting a long echo ......
Outside the window 500 words essay 12Years pass, accompanied by the growth of the road of the dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter, repeatedly accompanied by the rise and fall of the sun, the day is walking, and the heart? The heart drifted to where? Looking at the leaves that have sprouted, and that far away from the remnants of the leaves, green life, withered basket of life, constantly repeating the road traveled. The innocence and childishness of childhood, the confusion and longing of teenagers, all constitute a beautiful picture.
Quietly stay in the room, always like to look out the window and enjoy the scenery.
The morning sun is very beautiful, as if it is the accumulation of a thousand years of precipitation to form this thick color, a band of green-gray mountains in the distance, as if the painter deliberately splashed, cloud haze evenly, and layered there. Deep purple, deep red ...... at the end of the day it becomes the color of milk.
The scenery outside the window is renewed in all seasons, and even every day, there is no cycle of repetition.
Like in the blue sky, looking for a wandering kite, over there is the trust of my heart, a leaf window, circling a pure land, a piece of blue sky, reflecting the whole earth, independent look up, lonely, but happy.
When the sky snow drifts up, I am still fascinated by the scenery outside the window. Points of white snow embellished with gray houses behind, with a kind of ancient beauty. Occasionally, the wind is strong, the snowflakes will no longer fall peacefully, but the transformation, do millions of fluttering snow butterflies, fluttering around.
Loneliness, such as flying snowflakes, drifted two days later, finally cleared, but, the snow is still not melted, and the wind is more than. I appreciate the beauty of the flying snow, a white blanket in front of me, can hang 400 degrees after the eyes, still a blank. Until the end, only vaguely see clearly, the opposite building has not melted have not become a carpet of ice snow, a gust of wind blew, drifting up a snowflake, in my palm slowly melted, into a drop of water.
The winter sunrise is lonely and cold, this piece of scenery has become the imprint of the fifteen-year-old flower season.
500 words outside the window 13The sky outside the window, intoxicated.
Early in the morning, come to school early, fish-belly white sky, milk-like pure, the mood also followed the shiny. Occasionally, see a piece of blue, that is what a surprise! Later, the sun popped out of the horizon, dressed himself as a delicious yolk, pink. Looking into the distance, seeing where the sea and sky meet is mesmerizing, never knowing that the beauty of the landscape in your hometown is like a treasure.
The sky outside the window, fiery.
Midsummer noon, cicadas and frogs noise, the top of the scorching sun, grass, treetops, like a joyful banquet, even the sun also rushed to participate in, this is what a big event ah, so that people also can not wait to want to get involved in, looking at the blinding but colorful sunshine, perhaps, hands, mouth and eat ice cream, fanaticism know how to enjoy the midsummer.
The sky outside the window, changing.
The sky is nearly dusk, twilight gradually thick, the clouds in the sky in the sunset, more than for the rose color, constantly flowing, slowly drifting, gradually converge into a piece, this colorful clouds turn the sky into a dance theater. Look, that is not exactly dancing tango dancers? Inadvertently, will find a ballet girl, that is how temperament ah, from time to time will change the dance, change the samba to dance, and soft waltz ...... as if which great painter with full of dipping the brush of the sunset, in the sky this piece of curtain carefully depicted a fascinating picture scroll.
The sky outside the window, serene.
The sun is sinking in the west, the evening sun recedes. What is about to greet, it is the descent of the night, the deep starry sky appeared in front of my eyes without any obstruction, deep blue sky, starry, stars like a group of mischievous children, winking at me from time to time. Then, the night was deep, the moon hid in the clouds, and the stars dozed off ......
Outside the Window 500 Words Essay 14"Bark!" This was the third time my pen fell on the floor. A study session, other students are concentrating on their own business, but I was distracted, looking out the window, I can not help but think of the scenery.
At that time it was summer, the lake outside the window is crystal clear, the lake is calm, the lake is surrounded by rows of willows, a willow branch floating with the wind. There is a pond near the lake, and the lotus flowers in the pond are in many different shapes and sizes.
What if all this happened in the spring? I think again: perhaps, the willow tree has just stretched out her long braid; perhaps, each garden will bloom in a thousand forms, beautiful flowers, the air also carries a faint fragrance of flowers; perhaps, the spring wind will be warm blowing on the body, let a person feel very comfortable.
If it is autumn now, it may be like this: the rice paddies seem to be covered with a layer of golden felt, and the orchard is colorful with all kinds of fruits. In the woods, the dead leaves fluttered like a butterfly and finally fell to the ground. The wind in the fall is cool, but also from time to time announced the good news of the harvest.
What will it be like here in winter? The lake here may be a thin layer of ice, the sky here may be snow, the roof, the flat ground may be covered with a layer of snow. The wind here must be bone-chillingly cold, and the plum blossoms in the snow, must be very fragrant!
When I think of this, it is as if my soul has gone out of my body. Although my body is still in the classroom, I am already out of my mind. A little bird flew by, and I looked at it, and thought about where it would go: perhaps, it would find a forest, where it would have children; perhaps, it would meet a group of good people, and raise them like pets, but it could also be captured by hunters ......
"Jingling bells ringing "The bell rang, the students went out, but I was still thinking about the fate of that little bird ......
Outside the window 500 words essay 15I don't know when I started, I slowly like the scenery outside the window, maybe because of the closed school, yearning for the outside world. Maybe this is the body in the Cao Ying heart in the Han! But despite this, but I still like everything outside the window, is that kind of quiet, which leaves three or two old people counting the warmth of the time; outside the window is also noisy, that is the world of the children, the world of freedom.
Since I entered the middle school learning, I began to become not so happy, and the separation of friends, in the new environment inside the head, slowly and gradually like a solitary life, began to enjoy a person time. Later on, I seemed to find an outlet for my emotions, and that was the scenery outside the window. Looking at the people outside the window seemed to make me forget my unhappy emotions. The school building is situated in a city building surrounded by neighborhoods, but the window of our class was facing the square of the neighborhood.
Our class has this class rule, after each exam, according to the study of good or bad to choose their own position. In order to choose the window position I also pay the corresponding efforts, can be considered hard to come by. When I moved to the classroom, I used to open the window and breathe the fresh air, and my spirit became much better. These were the times when I didn't have time to look out the window and stare, where I seemed to see people's whole lives. Adults are often the first to walk out of the neighborhood, but often the last to walk in, coming back like balloons holding their breath. The next is to go to school children, grandparents pulled the children to the school, not long after the old people will gather in the square of the neighborhood, some in the square dance, the most interesting is the grandparents together to play chess, and sometimes they will be because of a small thing to fight, fight to the red face also do not give up.
Inside the school is a life that is difficult to breathe, but outside the school is a place full of people, with the hope of the morning, the return of the evening, I aspire to go to their world, to live a life outside the window.