In the day-to-day study, work or life, we all often come into contact with the essay, right, with the help of the essay people can realize the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people, the following is my carefully organized essay writing outside the window, welcome to read and collect.
I don't know how many people like to sit by the window, and like to look out of the window and stare blankly when they have nothing to do! But what's outside the window? It depends on where you are!
If you're sitting in a classroom that's right by the window, plus if your classroom floor is a little higher, you'll be sitting next to the window looking out, and in class, there's a silent playground outside the window, and the basketball hoop on the playground is standing there quietly, wondering what's going on!
If the playground becomes lively after class, there are three or two students walking on the playground, there is also a basketball hoop under the sweat of the boys, and there are some quietly sitting next to the playground to chat about the heart of the little girl!
This time your window to see is youth, is the campus of the good, is the happiest time of life, is a priceless youthful years!
The classroom window is always colorful, so you can not help but sigh, youth is beautiful!
Home small second-floor window, facing a road, idle time, standing next to the window, looking out the window, you can see the pedestrians in a hurry or vehicles, if you meet the rush hour, you will see many students wearing the same uniform, riding an electric car rushed through!
This time you can not help but think of their own student days, that time there is no electric car, and do not need to wear the same uniform, but the window this a bright landscape, always be able to let you return to the memories of the young era.
At night when you look out the window, you will see the street lamps quietly standing there, the crowd of people coming and going to light the way forward. Like a faithful guardian!
If you occasionally to the big city of high buildings to look out, the world outside the window is really both prosperous and beautiful. But if you want to look at the people on the road, it will become particularly small! There is really a feeling of standing high and looking far away, but it also gives people a sense of urgency outside the high and heavy weight.
In short, what is the view from the window? Depends on where you are!
Outside the window, the rain came down with a vengeance, completely ignoring the "drop chickens" under its barrier. The rain came so suddenly, just a minute ago, the window is still clear skies, and a minute later, a lightning splitting head and face down, as if the cage was opened to shut the rain, those who could not wait for the "dog teeth" rain like a prisoner was suddenly released, whistling to the mother earth where the mad dash, as if in a hurry to say it misses!
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.
People under the rain curtain, caught unprepared to run home, weak little brother, can not keep up with the speed of the mother, fell in the rain, wow, wow crying, anxious mother rushed to help. The child in the stroller, pushed by his father, ran forward in a hurry. The rain fell on her little face, cold, cold, cold, she was so happy that she giggled. Poor child, she did not know that on the morrow, no, this evening, she may start a high fever, moaning in pain.
The relentless wind and rain were still howling, smashing everything in the rain curtain. The lake was stirred up by the wind and rain to the path, the poor sapling endured the left and right swaying broken sinews and bones of the pain, the delicate rose, the wind and rain hit by the drooping head, even the small grass, but also by the rain hit the mud all over the body.
Rain, why are you so merciless? You brutally mess up everything and make them suffer! Oh no! Look, what is that?
After being drenched by rain, I saw: the grass is greener, the roses are more beautiful, the small trees have grown, people are cooler, and even the small fish in the lake, also jumped and sprinkled with joy, and a beautiful rainbow bridge was built in the blue sky!
Oh rain, you, in the end is good, or bad?
From the Princess: Today, there was a sudden downpour. I observed everything in the rain and realized that when it rains, it seems to be harmful, but when it stops, I find that it is beneficial and harmless, which is really strange.
Writing Outside the Window Essay 3Sichuan Mianyang Bayi Primary School, fourth grade Xue蕤 Today, I finished my homework, and then thought: what to do? Watching TV, no fun, go out to play, but too tired. It's better to open the window to get some air! Just opened the window, I was mesmerized by the scenery in front of me. Through the window, I saw a row of willow trees sprouted new buds, far away, rows of willow branches by the wind, swinging her soft body. A pine and cypress or green so deep, so verdant and upright, as if a warrior, always defending our homes. A flower bloomed so bright, so bright, so evocative. Look at that proudly standing branches of magnolia, like wearing a white veil of the girl, pavilion, refreshing and holy. A dancing butterfly left their footprints on the flowers. I suddenly smelled the fragrance of the earth. High-rise buildings are relatively inferior compared to this place. Through the window, I saw a block of skyscrapers towering over the horizon, like a giant manipulating the world of mankind, making a lonely and helpless people can only see a piece of the sky. How big is the sky? This is the question I have been pondering. Through the window, I saw an incredibly happy child, laughing to his heart's content. I really envied those innocent and lively children, who could play to their heart's content like that, not asking for anything. They were so lovely and beautiful in the red flowers and green grass. They are frolicking in the water, they appear to be so passionate; they are rolling, from the red face shows is thriving vitality; they are jumping rope, from the non-stop jumping feet, you can see they are smart, happy ...... When I "come back", my eyes Still the same scene - flowers, grass, trees, and wood outside a window. [Recommended to a friend] [Show Print]
Writing Outside the Window Essay 4Today, I finished my homework and thought: "What should I do? Watching TV, no fun, go out to play , but too tired. I'd rather open the window to get some air! Just open the window, it is in front of the scenery fascinated.
Through the window, I saw a row of willows sprouting new buds, and from afar, a row of willow branches by the wind, swinging her soft body. A pine and cypress or green so deep, so verdant and upright, as if a warrior, always defending our 'home'. A flower bloomed so bright, so bright, so evocative. Look at that proudly standing branches of magnolia, like wearing a white veil of the girl, standing, refreshing and holy. A dancing butterfly left their footprints on the flowers. I suddenly smelled the fragrance of the earth. High-rise buildings are relatively inferior compared to here.
Through the window, I saw a block of skyscrapers towering over the horizon, like a giant manipulating the world of mankind, making a lonely and helpless people can only see a piece of the sky. How big is the sky? This is the question I have been thinking about.
Through the window, I saw a happy and incomparable child, laughing and laughing, I really envy those innocent and lively children, they can play that way to their heart's content, and do not ask for anything. They were so lovely and beautiful in the red flowers and green grass. They are frolicking in the water, appearing to be so passionate; they are rolling, from the red face shows is thriving vitality; they are jumping rope, from the feet of the non-stop jumping, can see them smart, happy ......
When I "come back ", I still have that scene in front of me - the flowers, grass, trees and wood outside a window.
Write a window outside the essay 5In the blink of an eye, we were born almost ten years ago, everyone will have many good memories, may not think of it for a while, but those profound times will always be hidden in the bottom of our hearts.
Sunday afternoon, I'm going back to school, I sat in the car, mom and dad to send me to school. The car drove on, suddenly stopped, may be encountered red light it. I could see Wal-Mart, and I saw the Sisyphus Bookstore through the window, which was very eye-catching behind the glass wall with these big shining words. When I saw this scene, I remembered the time I went there to read books with my mom: when my mom and I went to Walmart, we would go there to read books when we had nothing to do. It's really a good place to read books there There are a lot of books there, and it's also quiet, and the books and the environment are very good. In addition, there are also places that sell snacks, juice and drinks, and my mom sometimes buys me a glass of juice.
I was still drinking the juice when the car drove away and I went back to this Sunday afternoon. After a while the car stopped again, the car window is a small piece of ginkgo, the branch of the ginkgo is very conspicuous, there are golden yellow, there are light green yellowish, these two colors are both distinct and not particularly distinct, remind me of that time in the ginkgo forest under the time to play: I that time to play in the ginkgo forest, I played for quite a while, played with ginkgo biloba, brown weaving and so on.
Suddenly, the car drove off again, and I stopped the brown weaving, and after a while, the car met the red light again, and out the window was a building on the way to my original writing class, which was about to be finished, and was a long way from being finished by the time I got to my writing class. Ah! Time flies! At this point my mom put on some sad music again and I got even sadder. As I continued to reminisce about my writing lessons, the car drove off again
Ah! Time flies away like a car, and the memories are still as clear as the scenery outside the window. Vacation after vacation, summer after summer, and birthday after birthday are all taken away by the river of time that never returns, leaving only an indelible memory.
Writing Outside the Window Essay 6On the bus, it was sweltering. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew in, and it was refreshing. The noisy sounds on the bus made me feel a little annoyed, and I couldn't help but look out the window. This time, I suddenly felt that I saw a different scenery: through the glass window, the scenery in my eyes was so dreamy, so far away from me; like a mirage, so hazy, as if I could never touch it! But open the window, I seem to enter a landscape painting, fresh and beautiful. Natural beauty and artificial beauty is so harmonious, blue sky and white clouds and the number of reflections, occasionally see the trees located between a house, so cozy. Cool wind blowing, see the scenery outside the glass window, the mood is exceptionally comfortable. I think: in fact, the difficulties encountered in the road of life is also so. The block in front of the difficulties of that piece of glass away, you will see the success of the flickering light, will suddenly feel that everything is not a dream, the dream turned out to be as long as we take a step forward, it is within reach, just that piece of transparent glass interferes with our line of sight, to take it away, so that we are closer to the victory, so that we can really feel it all, feel the beauty of nature. In fact, all things in life are so, in front of them transparent glass, and will be this piece of glass removed or not, but grasp in our own hands. Although, through this piece of glass can also see the world, but can not feel the world's original innocence: the water is not so clear, the trees are not so green the sky is not so blue ...... everything is smeared with a bleak ...... I think that each of us as long as I think that each of us as long as we are brave to take away that block in front of our eyes in the same name glass, we will be closer to the dream, will be more able to feel the original real nature! Nature, is our original innocence, is our original dream! I believe, as long as the gas, in front of us to present must be the most beautiful! My world, suddenly so beautiful ......
Write a composition outside the window 7Thunder and lightning outside the window, the sound of rain a burst of winning a burst of the misty world and let me face the wind, trip the rain, feel the bleakness of another fall rainy season ......
The player played the sad light music "no regrets", the grudging music across the heart, the crying of the rain, the sadness of the music, so that there are your memories, once again drifted to the uncertainty of the rain and fog ......
Memories of the past, the time in the fingertips slowly flow, in the mournful music, slowly sliding down. You've been gone for a long time, are you okay in the faraway land? Whether gradually forget that far away people, forget the tormented thoughts, can still remember that once the oath? Can also remember that we have come all the way, you sprinkle too much puzzling language to give me harm?
Yesterday, I went to visit the former hometown, but there is no longer the flavor of the past, there is no longer our ink, only endless despair. Hurriedly and quickly left, afraid of that touch the heart of the scars on the face, afraid of that touch the heart of the tears sprinkled in the chest of the hometown.
Wind outside the window with raindrops crazy blowing into the house, hard across my face, feel some cold, tortured my heart, let me remember those stormy sadness ......
How many times I cautioned myself not to torture themselves, because that you do not deserve my memory, not worth my attachment, in fact, I was not. I'm not a big fan of the idea, I'm not a big fan of the idea, I'm not a big fan of the idea, I'm not a big fan of the idea. Once how many times I cautioned myself to put down the burden of moving forward, to find their own new world, but I no matter how to put, no matter how to forget, is futile, I do not know how many springs, autumns, winters and summers to trip through to dilute that love, forget that should not have come to the encounter, perhaps it takes many years, a century, or perhaps even longer more long time.
I wish God less rain, less cold wind let me touch the scene, more a warm wind, more sunny skies, more walking in the cool of the fall.
The lightning outside the window, the thunder outside the window, the rain outside the window, the wind outside the window, the world outside the window and let me sit in the cool of the autumn re-trip the memory of the sadness ......
Write the composition outside the window 8I returned to the classroom after dinner, lying on the desk rubbed full of sleepy eyes, and then casually cleaned up the desktop and prepared to A little nap, but soon found a figure outside the window, it turned out to be the class teacher, I was shocked a cold shiver. He was staring at his eyes looking straight at me, I had to drive myself to rush to jump into the sea of questions and open the battle mode.
Writing, writing, a rumble, will pull me out of the sea of questions in the sea of questions, students coincidentally looked out the window, it is in the thunder, but students are still looking out the window, perhaps looking out the window. The teacher immediately said: students to let's continue to talk about the composition, this material should be from the life to find I looked at the teacher could not help but say huh two words, continue to look out the window east and west of the window as if the yin and yang two very different, and the classroom is like that divided into a line will be separated from the sky as if the east side of the child thunder particularly loud, the west side of the child is not thunder seems particularly quiet.
I looked to the east in the window that light yellow and that slightly lighter blue color collocation, the integration is very appropriate and harmonious. There was another boom in the sky, and soon after the sky cracked open a slit, which turned out to be lightning. Lightning is like a line dividing the sky into two sides, not long after the sky blue and yellow completely fused, forming a purple magic sky.
The other side. Outside the window is very different, because of the cover of the trees, everything looks so gray and silent, like the sewage water coming down from the sky, dyeing the sky gray, even the trees look lifeless, and the leaves look like a piece of paper burned to ashes, which will scatter when blown.
The window is like a magical lookout, no matter from which angle, it is so special.
When I came home from school, everything was different, the trees were no longer gray, the sky was no longer magical, and everything was normal, so perhaps the world outside the window was so varied.
The old-fashioned security window, the kind of rustic, with bright blue rubber wrapped in the iron mesh shrouded impermeable small window. From the outside, it probably looks like the window is even more inconspicuous because there's a storm shelter on top of it.
This was the only window in my room when I was a kid, and it was the place where I used to lie on my back and sneak a peek at the world when I was bored.
Opposite the window was a small lane. At the end of the path from time to time came the sound of yelling, I know, I waited for the person, came.
Selling candy canes!
There is no excessive modification and elaboration, just a person has not come to the sound of the yell, he pushed the squeaky broken three wheel to come. I can always see three or two children clutching coins and happily running to ask him to buy a string of sugar gourds, and then happily jumping all the way to the deepest part of the field of vision disappeared.
I was left alone with my neck to watch him slowly, slowly, pushing his three wheels, limping, limping, limping, disappearing in the twilight.
The scenery outside the window remains unchanged for a few moments. For family reasons, we moved out of the old house.
When the sunlight once again through the open glass window sprinkled on my desk, I suddenly realized how long I had not looked at the world outside the window. Outside the window is a wide road and towering houses, as well as the people who walk past in a muffled voice. The window of memories is opened again without notice, and the mind is deep and resounds with that eternal voice.
The first time I've ever seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world, I've seen the world!
The window seems to be green, but I am more comfortable in the window of a corner of the moss; the window seems to be a high-rise stacked up, but I am more than the window of a wall of red bricks piled up into a short house; the window seems to be a spreading road, but I am more than the window of a sporadic paved with stones in the alleys. Outside the window is silent, separated from all possible sound, but I anxiously hope to hear even a short yell.
Push the window and look away, look at the skyscrapers towering, watch the times change; at the same time, quietly close the windows of the soul, stingy to enjoy the past to give today's memories. Enjoy the beauty of the scenery outside the window, to break through, to jump, to go, but quiet, there is always once and still, hiding in the window of the mind, for the soul of the debauchery, send the warmest love
Heart of the flowers, I know that outside the window window, all have a different scenery!
Writing outside the window essay 10Two ears do not hear things outside the window, a heart only read sage books. The head, never raised; hands, never stopped, but the heart, but has long been flying to the clouds. Move the classroom to the home, for my kind of poor self-discipline, it is difficult to efficiency, plus long staring at the blazing computer screen, eyes have long been sore, tired and forced to tirelessly write homework, the brain has long been numb. The window is huge, but the scenery outside is nothing special, just the unchanged corner of the city. Don't get distracted! I tried hard to restrain myself from external interference, to concentrate on my studies, but it didn't work, in fact I wanted to be disturbed, I wanted some sound to break this depressing environment, my senses sharpened, I hoped to be able to comb through the murmur of voices outside the window to find a trace of a beautiful sound, a windy phrase, a few birdsong, in the process of listening, my head involuntarily raised, but first I gazed at my own reflection on the window eyes, numb and empty, but as I looked away, a few glittering flowery needles fell. Rain! It is rain! It's raining! my heart screamed in alarm.
Yes, it was the first rain since the beginning of the school year, and it was just in time for the seasonal hibernation rain that awakens the earth and sows its aura! Hearing in the first moment of perfect intervention, I heard the rain of life, playing the music of natural life, it moisturizes the grass, let the grass for her to sow life, vibrant seeds, I heard the wind of freedom of the chanting, he stroked the wind chimes, so that the wind chimes to pass on the rhythms of freedom for him. I saw the living creatures in the earth that were about to break forth after a winter's rest, and I saw the twinkling stars in the sky, swaying and emitting the dazzling, desirable light of freedom. I stood up, turned off the light in my room, and pressed my face against the window, and the world outside the window looked so fascinating, so alive, as if it could also awaken that anger within me. Head out the window, take a deep breath, I'm like a starving child, greedily drawing on the world outside this small space of that fresh air, as a relief.
write the window essay 11I do not like the feeling that the field of vision is limited, so I like to sit by the window seat, so each classroom has my fixed "base", the class, always be driven to turn his head to look out of the window, which seems to be a tacit agreement, but also a kind of enjoyment, the people outside seem to be so happy and carefree. Is so happy and carefree, playing, chasing, looks so harmonious, plain and full of passion, seems to show off their joy, everything outside seems to be full of vitality such as the spring, so there is a kind of world is called the world outside the window; can remember, when outside the aimless running around, is so envious of the classroom leisurely sitting people, really only hope that they are a spectator of the world, the joy of others! I just wish I was a spectator of others' world, and I could see all the joys and sorrows of others, but I don't have to think about those boring problems. So there is a feeling called the world outside the window can be viewed and can not enter; suddenly realized that there is a good can only be envious of the appreciation and when you have to get disappointed, so that less of the envy of the fun, so there is a mood called envy of the quiet appreciation is also a kind of happiness.
I like to sit quietly next to the window of that feeling, the kind of beyond the reality but close to the fact that the feeling, will not be the facts of the ruthless hurt, but also will not be dreaming of the unreal and confused. I wish I could just sit by that window all the time, with a little expectation, a little meditation, looking at the split, savoring it, slowly waiting and praying ......
I don't know how much longer I can sit by the window and look at the outside world in the capacity of an appreciator, and someday I'm going to finally get up and leave that seat! , leave that window, leave that classroom, leave that building. Then go outside to be a person in the outside world, until one day, there is a person, did my original position, through that window, saw the outside world of me, and then enviously looked at, until he left there to go to the outside world, so repeated, reincarnation of ......
A window, faded how many Sorrow, and evoke a few memories, the world outside the window is actually very ordinary, perhaps not ordinary is dissatisfied with the reality of that heart.
I have a window in my study, and whenever I feel tired, I always like to stand in front of the window and look out of the window. Outside the window is always more beautiful than indoors, there are green trees, colorful flowers, green grass, skyscrapers ...... looking out of the window, the pupils refracted a quiet city, without the noise of the cars and horses, only a majestic skyscraper standing, visible but not touchable, and so teasing me, so that I constantly want to go. The breeze brings a touch of coolness, he bathed in sunshine, not pouting, not charming, it is majestic, the city's resounding! When night falls, the moonlight sprinkled, it gives us the splendor of neon lights, the city's prosperity. My window interprets the fabric of the city. At dawn, when the first ray of sunshine through the window, knocking your beautiful dream, pull open the curtains, close your eyes, pungent smell of grass, caged you, that is the city's green. A small grass, soft, petite, is so leisurely elegant into the heart, a wisp of fragrance, like April flowing water like clear, pure, not stained with a little flaws in the world. Shenzhen is no flowers, such grass, do not need to dance with the flowers, can also show the charm. The beauty of the grass, not decorated, but the beauty of the refreshing, such beauty, you do not want to use the spare time to go out and take a walk? My window is filled with the smell of nature. The city is also dark in my window. You see, don't you? It's raining outside, and the rain is hitting the windows, and I'm touching them with my hands and watching with great interest. The rain was as light as a falling leaf. Thin as a pinprick. One by one, string by string, in the dying sunset by the crystal glitter, he densely splashed to the earth, as if to wash away the remnants of the city. Rain, how beautiful! I love that window, it pours the world outside the window!
Writing a window essay 13Different windows, different scenes, the same classroom, different you.
After two months, sixty-three days, one thousand four hundred and eighty-eight hours, I once again saw the window, looking out the window, sixty-three days, I looked at countless windows, countless landscapes, but still think this window is the most beautiful. It was so nice to see the window again.
The window has not changed at all, the window is still the classroom, those people, a blink of an eye, the tree and more than a circle of the wheel of the year, the time is thin, the fingers wide, the eyes look at the departure and the newcomers, less than some of the former feeling, only the scenery outside the window has not changed, and it is the only thing that can make my confused heart to get a little stability.
And see the window view is really good, the wheel of time has turned to the fall, can only occasionally hear the crickets chirping. I think the most beautiful thing is to see the light of the street lamps outside the window, the best thing is to listen to the chirping of small animals outside the window, this is the most beautiful night and outside the window.
It's nice to see the window again. There is still that standing in the night sky emitting yellow light street lamps, can still see the lights of the car on the road, can still vaguely hear the aunts dancing in the square sound ...... time has been the beginning of the lights.
And see the window view, really good, in this strict to even ants can not get out of the school, I am like a woman living in a deep palace, and this school is the huge palace, the scenery outside the window, is the four corners of the sky in the palace, but also our only sky, although it has been looked at for a thousand times, but it is still so beautiful in my eyes, which accompanied me through countless days of sadness and joy.
And see the window view, really good, although it is the same person, the same window, but the mentality has changed, by that look out the window can only daze the little girl, to now look at a piece of leaf can also be very much written down a lot of words of the small adults, unconsciously, I have learned a lot, in fact, the significance of learning lies in the meaning of the subconscious to get the baptism of knowledge.
Looking at the sky between the square inches, surprisingly quiet, I may not be the best, but I have to make myself good enough so that I can see the window view again, this time I penned down "really good", and then looked up and I smiled at it, although the sky is dark.
A grass, a tree, a flower, a leaf, outside the window are full of life, people feel so beautiful, soothing people's mood, but that night the scenery outside the window let me extraordinarily attached, unforgettable.
That day was the 15th of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was in the countryside at my grandfather's house, a burst of firecrackers at night, I was writing homework attracted to the window. White with a little yellow moon hanging high in the sky, is extraordinarily round, extraordinarily large than usual, I gazed longingly at this near-perfect moon, so that I have unlimited reverie and fond memories.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother often sat with me under the starry sky, told me "Cowherd", "Chang'e to the moon" ...... beautiful mythological stories, brought me to the moon infinite curiosity and endless imagination. I gazed at the moon, eager to see if there really is that laurel tree, that jade rabbit ......
Suddenly a burst of loud firecrackers pulled me back to reality, a spark in the sky exploded to form a chrysanthemum-shaped, in the colorful firecrackers shine, the moon has become brighter. At that moment, a white light shone in my face, and I hurriedly took my eyes off the firecrackers and went to the top of the tree to look for the moon, but it had already disappeared. I looked up and saw it hanging "alone" higher in the sky.
Looking down, the leaves of the trees seemed to be covered with a layer of silver veil, and the moonlight gave off a little silver light. The river in front of the door was also sparkling with a beautiful white light. The breeze blew, causing the formerly calm water surface to rise up in layers of water waves. Neighbor's orange tree fruit green with yellow, in the silver-white moonlight rendering looks crystal clear, mouth-watering. Ah, what a beautiful moonlit night! "People have sadness and joy, the moon has the yin and yang and round and short", this moment in my view no longer exists, everything is so beautiful and peaceful. These beautiful scenery like a picture scroll fixed here, also fixed in my heart.
In front of the old wooden window, I gazed at the beautiful scenery outside the window for a long time, the bright moon quietly hanging in the sky, is so bright and clear, this ancient window seems to be a picture frame to record a beautiful night outside the window. Everything is so serene, desirable, memorable and intoxicating ......
Writing a window essay 15Through the bright window, you can see the beautiful scenery of the neighborhood.
The first thing that comes into your eyes is the sky that is so pure that there is no trace of mixed colors. In the blue sky, there are white and soft clouds, how like cotton candy! If I could reach out and grab one, I would taste it, sweet as candy, sour as lemon? Salty like salt, bitter like bitter melon? Or as spicy as chili?
Right in the center of the window, there is a very small pond. Its water is not so clear, but when summer comes, colorful lotus flowers bloom on the river. The white lotus flowers look like fairies dancing on the lotus leaves, and the pink lotus flowers look like shy girls with red faces. There is also a small arch bridge over the river made of wood with black vintage patterns on the sides, which adds an extra touch to the not-so-clear pond.
Next to the small pond, there is a row of willow trees that have just grown young leaves. When spring comes, the willow trees are full of vitality and grow new green leaves. A breeze blew, willow branches dancing with the wind. Just like a willow girl is combing her hair with a wind comb.
Outside the window, the most striking is of course the night, with the spring wind blooming cherry blossoms. From a distance, it looks like snow piled up on the trees. So fragrant, so white, white like a sky full of flying snow. How many times will the cherry blossoms bloom? Willow green and peach red two unknown. Cherry blossoms are very beautiful, but the flowering period is very short. When the flowers thankful, a piece of petal like a little elf, some from the branches of the tree jumped down, some like holding a parachute, slowly floating down to the stone path, as if to the path paved a layer of petals carpet, exudes a faint fragrance.
At this time, the window is very lively, small swallows, sparrows, orioles are celebrating the arrival of spring! Listen, they sing a joyful song