When it comes to composing essays in study, work or life, we are certainly no strangers to it, through which we can bring those scattered thoughts of ours, together in one piece. So the question is, how in the end should write an excellent composition? The following is my compilation of excellent composition outside the window, welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy.
Outside the Window Excellent Essay 1
"Boom-ba-na-ba-na-ba-na," the rain came quickly, bursting against the window. The people outside the window seemed to be caught off guard, and they all fled in all directions with their hands over their heads.
Sight with the finger-sized pedestrians wandering around, the eyes quickly coalesced in the young willow tree, it is very slender, is facing the rain beat swaying with the wind. Although the rain came in a hurry, but it is not aggressive, the rain drops are fine and rapid, like a bright jewel. Apparently, the "jewels" didn't hurt any of the grass, just like the young willow, and all the grass is dancing with the wind.
But as long as you look closely at the "dancers" outside the window, it will not take long to find the quiet "elder" - camphor tree. It is unusually large, the leaves of the tree lush cluster in a group, only from time to time the slightest swing to realize that it is also dancing. Its dance movements are obviously stiff and rusty, in stark contrast to the elegant laurel trees around it. The osmanthus tree is an upper-class elegance, with a straight figure, and the leaves at the top of its head are still neatly swaying gently and soothingly in one direction, even after the rain.
The maple tree is more like a real dancer, the head of palm-shaped leaves seem very soft, with the help of the wind and rain, and even managed to do wave-like dance. It is graceful and concave, not as formal as the sycamore tree when swinging, and not as enchanting as the grapevine. It is more elegant and graceful, is a natural noble dancer. In the rain it is more a few points of gentle and soft, wet leaves make the action will be light and elegant to the extreme. It spins, swings and sways in the rain, with branches and leaves undulating up and down. It can be imagined that in the leaves wave-like dance, that between the leaves of the tree tops of the small beads are being swayed and thrown into the sky ......
The rain came in a hurry, and went in a hurry. Soon, the window of the grasses and trees of the dance will fall curtains, everything is the same as before the rain. Just who would have thought that such a grand ball had been held in the small courtyard outside the window? The dance of the trees is so colorful, but who will appreciate it except me?
Maybe it's just the saying, "Beauty is all around." But just the rain outside the window, but can bring such a beautiful experience, in the busy, but also should open the window, see more of this beautiful world.
Because the world is outside the window.
Outside my window, everything is so beautiful. Many of them have caught my eye. But one of them is especially eye-catching, or an old tree.
The old tree outside my window in the early spring, like the spring girl in her aging father combed white hair. The old tree in the spring breeze, under the touch of the spring rain, moisturized, up some chest, it has been early green leaves flourish. A returning goose landed on its high branches and built its first warm nest. It finally has the first companion.
In summer, its thin body still plays its role. Some old people cool off underneath it, chatting and playing chess. There are some small children in its cover, play, play. But the good times didn't last long, the summer rains made it unbearable, its branches and leaves "brushed" down, and no one knew about its suffering. The leaves on the ground as well as a large number of leaves, seems to be it wants to let people know what it is going through.
The fall came slowly. The green leaves on the big trees have been scarce, yellow leaves floating. Its green branches and leaves have long since faded, and it is no longer available to people as it was in the summer. No one cares about it or notices it anymore.
Late fall has passed, it is finally empty on the branches, not in has a trace of life with it. It stands alone. The wind is howling and the snow is white. The old tree had a new look, the snow slowly fell on its branches. It went white, its hair white again, white as silver. It has aged another year.
I can see it from the window from the time I was a child until now, year after year, he is like a grandfather in my heart, indeed, in my eyes to accompany.
Outside the window excellent essay 3Hello, I am a small plant. In my eyes, the window is like a transparent barrier, not only that, but also endlessly "torture" me.
When I was young, I lived a happy life without worries. I and my companions beside me together bathing in the hot sun, very comfortable; birds every day in the blue "scroll" for us to sing, as if we are their honored guests, is to meet as if; earthworms are our most sincere and dear friend, every day to help us loosen the soil, fertilizer, so that we are more healthy, and help us a lot; sometimes the sun's rays are too fierce. Sometimes the sun's rays are too fierce, will sunburn our tender and lovely and smooth skin, at this time, the "adult" tree came into play, with a tall and straight body to block the sun, become cool; raindrops sisters in our need for help at the time, in the guise of heaven's messenger, landed on the earth, kissed us, moisturized us, gave us the opportunity to help us, and then we can go back to our home, and then we will be able to go to our home. Nourish us, gave us a hundred care ......
Only unfortunately, this is the world outside the window, the place where I lived when I was young - the forest. As time went by, a monster called "man" appeared in my sight, they took a shovel to me "cut", and put me with roots and land into a gorgeous flower plate. After a short while, I fell unconscious ...... and when I woke up, I found that I was in a tall building some distance away from the forest, it turned out that the human beings used me as a decoration! In my not far away, there is a transparent window, through the window, I looked at the forest that accompanied me throughout my childhood, there is a kind of affectionate feeling surged to my heart. I could not suppress the mood of the moment, without thinking about anything, I crashed forward, and ended up crashing upside down. Oh! This hateful barrier, just because of this barrier, separated me from the feelings of the forest!
Recalling here, I wept, a barrier that I can never, ever get over, constraining me too much ...... friendship, affection, freedom ......
Outside the window excellent essay 4Grandpa is a flower lover, not only in the The yard of his old home is full of flowers and plants, but also planted an acacia tree in the center of the yard. Every time I go back home, just push open the window and you can see it. It is older than me, listening to my father said, when he was small, the acacia tree has been as high as the old house. It accompanied my father and uncle into adulthood, and later became my childhood companion.
The acacia flowers are very beautiful, a group, a cluster, a small snow-white flowers composed of a string of flower spikes, in the green leaves under the backdrop, fresh, fragrant and charming. Like the ancient woman hanging on the lapel of the decoration, but also like the tapestry spikes hanging under the fan.
The scent of acacia flowers is very unique, strong but not strong, fragrant but not vulgar, as it looks, elegant and noble, not to the world of pandering, but also not with other flowers to compete. It seems to hide the gentleman's heart and lingering thoughts in the fragrance of its flowers, which is refreshing and intoxicating to smell.
The acacia flower also has many practical values. Sophora flowers are rich in vitamins, can clear heat and detoxification, can also make honey, but also can cook cooking. With acacia flowers cooked porridge not only looks good but also very tasty. Steam rice sprinkled with a small acacia flowers, steamed rice fresh and delicious. Sautéed acacia flowers is also good, very suitable for wine dishes. The daughter-in-law can also be mixed with honey, glutinous rice steamed pot of fragrant acacia cake, mouth-watering.
The tree outside the window, you carry a lot of my memories! You not only for the tree under the wind and rain, but also with the umbrella-like canopy weaving shade, to provide me with a small world of reading, rest. I grew up from an ignorant little girl to a sensible young lady under your companionship and protection. You are like my family, my dear friend, standing quietly in the yard of my old home, blessing me now studying far away.
This night, I smelled the scent of acacia flowers again in my dream, pushed open the window, the shadow of the trees, "rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle", it is whispering in my ears.
Outside the window excellent essay 5"Love is the expectation of tomorrow, the care of life, polish the window of your heart, wipe away the dust, you will see the window still have blue sky." --Title
Emotions some melancholy, hand on the brain, contemplating ...... sitting alone is very lonely, but see the smiling faces of students, heard the "giggle" laughter, the heart is even more uncomfortable. The heart is even worse. Perhaps at this moment only the scenery can calm my emotions! Looking out the window, as always, if the jade-like blue sky floating on the silky clouds, a faction of calm, but let me feel a deep sadness.
"How many points did you get?" The same table let me withdraw my gaze, I was first shocked, hastily covered the test paper, pressed tightly, looking at the table's expression, it is understood that she is better than me. Because of the bad mood, I also have no good gas to her, at her a roar: "do not look at, good or not? Worse than you, okay!" Said, I gave her a glance, she immediately in my here to get satisfaction, immediately to the other students reported her self-scored, and in the back of the sentence "Zou Yutian than I also exam poor!" The words immediately reached my ears. I was furious, and immediately took it all out on her, cursing: "Who are you to talk about me, I laughed at you when you did worse than me? Ah?" I was in the middle of cursing, but I don't know who shouted, "The teacher is coming!" I stopped talking. The teacher came in, walked straight to me, looked at my paper and said, "You didn't do very well, don't be careless next time." I was glad that I wasn't told off.
When I got home in the evening, my mom asked me with an "impish" smile, "Did you send out the test papers this day?" I "hmm" a sound. "How many points did you get?" I thought to myself, "I'm sure the teacher told you already, so you're just asking me to embarrass me. I stammered and was too embarrassed to say anything. After that, my mother analyzed every wrong question for me, and said nothing more.
But the teacher and mom's tolerance did not cover up the ridicule of students. There are still classmates from time to time deliberately asked me the score, in order not to make them have something to say, I pretended to calmly tell them self 'score, looking at their disappointment, I heart steal joy.
I looked out the window again, the blue sky is smiling at me approvingly!
Outside the Window Excellent Essay 6Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight from the east window came into the house and caught my attention, I twisted my head and watched the view from the window.
I gazed at the sky, only to see that the sun was rising from the mountains, the sun shone on my body, which felt like a field trip. I remembered the power that the sun gave me when I was flying on the green field.
Huh? What's that sound? "Kirik ......" turned out to be a small sparrow, silver-gray fluff covered its original eyes, it is standing on the security net, singing a melodious song, I walked to its side, it is surprising that it is still motionless, simply fascinated. Then, it used its waxed paws, knocking on the security net, bang - the sound, endless, it seems to be knocking while singing.
A little bird knows how to entertain itself.
Immediately after that, I followed the pace of the little sparrow, locking my eyes on the neighbor's clothes, I really did not think that the clothes can also be a dancer. I saw the clothes hanging on the clothesline swinging over and over, and sometimes the wind would turn them upside down. I didn't realize that I could see a talented dancer performing through a small window.
"Wow wow wow" music, a tall, strong, upright tree, is enjoying the bird's pleasant song, it seems to follow the sway up, three people cooperate, two singing and one dancing, like a natural concert, really beautiful.
But why didn't the tree over there move? Obviously, the two trees in the same direction, why is there a move, there is a tree did not move it? It turned out to be a big truck parked outside the window to stop the wind for the trees.
In my boredom, a small window is my only solace, listen to the concert outside the window, look at the clothes dancing, enjoy the atmosphere of this joy. It turns out that with good discovery, the tiny window becomes a beautiful dynamic picture.
Outside the window excellent essay 7"Tick tock, tick tock ......" a disturbing alarm clock sound broke my beautiful dream, I reached out with difficulty to turn off that annoying alarm clock.
It was a very cold morning, I was woken up by the alarm clock, still curled up in the warm nest. "Today is the weekend, a rare break, sleep a little more, and then get up to write homework does not matter!" I said silently in my heart. The cold wind was howling outside the window, and that warm comforter was like strong glue, clinging to me, keeping me in bed. I slowly closed my eyes again and hid under the covers, unwilling to get up.
Mom came in and pulled back the curtains, the sun was all but rising, the sunlight was shooting through the leaves, the trees outside the window were swaying from side to side in the wind, and the sunlight that was shooting in my face was sporadic and, unfortunately, not warm. Once again I was awakened, but I remained in bed, unwilling to get up. Outside the window the noise began to boil, it seemed that people had gotten up to start a new day, I was the only one still lazily lying in bed.
"Kirikiri ......" outside the window came a crisp and soft sound, I rubbed my eyes, looked up, it turned out to be a small bird! It is struggling to flap its wings and sells itself to fly forward. The bird's fur was new, and it seemed to be a bird that had just learned to fly. It spread its wings and fought against the wind. "The cold wind rustled the window and I shivered. I looked at the birds outside the window, can they really withstand the cold wind? I seem to be too worried, but they did not retreat in the cold wind, open wings did not retract.
I remembered that a year ago, I was practicing late into the night for a calligraphy contest. And now, I lie in bed and avoid practicing. Still want to be able to win the prize in this year's competition it, do not pay hard work, do not fight for their own goals, which is waiting for rabbits, begging for no effort to get what difference? At this moment, I am not even as good as a bird flying high in the cold wind! Am I deterred by a little cold? No, no, no, no, no! I can't!
I quickly got up, went to the desk, picked up the brush, began to practice calligraphy today. The window, the birds will eventually fly to the far away, the window, I also do the same, is flying to the heart of the dream!
Outside the window excellent essay 8The tip of the pen scratched on the paper, rustling. From the examination of the school people to take the paper to take the paper can not start the dregs, looking at other people's nibs extremely fast in the page glide, boredom I helplessly cast his eyes out of the window, want to seek a hint of solace in the heart.
Outside the window, the bitter cold wind whistling past, and from time to time to take away the tree branches on the only remaining pieces of dead leaves, bare tree trunks more pale. This is the winter of the Northwest, just inside the window through the glass view, enough to let a person y feel the cold air, can not help but actually hit a cold war.
Recalling my first look out the window, it was still in the old school.
At that time, I was only in the second grade, and often heard the teacher suddenly roar in class, "× × × ×, what to see outside the window, look at the textbook!"
As the days went by, I was really curious about what was outside the window that could attract so many people. So one day in the language class, I have been planning to sneak a look out of the window.
Outside the window, the sun shines brightly, and the year to the end of the never white head of the pine still stands, and did not see any difference with the usual.
"Is it that I see too small a range?" Thinking to myself, I slowly climbed my body up to the window, and what was different from the window I had just seen from my seat was that there were a few more sparrows foraging for food, and a few video bags of chorizo lying quietly on the floor, that's all.
My mind was wondering what was so attractive outside the window. "xxx, what is so beautiful outside the window, or you go out and watch it!" The language teacher's voice rang out, accompanied by my name. Although I had already anticipated this scene, I was still a bit caught off guard.
"xxx, it's time to hand in your paper."
I froze for a moment before coming back to my senses when I heard my name being called.
Nowadays I am no longer the little girl at the beginning, in the harvest of maturity at the same time, has long lost the year's childish innocence and wild imagination.
My desk is next to the window, whenever I am tired of writing homework, I will raise my head, through the glass window, to enjoy the scenery outside the window for a while.
In the daytime, look at those streets people in a hurry, everyone's face overflowing with a different kind of expression, some people are sad, some people are full of joy. The distant sky is high, clean, blue like a sea, a few floating white clouds, sprawling dotted in the sky, like the sea floating white sails, how beautiful, as if the watercolor dye painted out of the same. Looking ahead, how cheerful the park was! The gray-haired old man is concentrating on practicing Tai Chi, the energetic aunt accompanied by cheerful music dancing square dance, innocent and lovely children flying kites, play roller skating, play and play ......
Late at night, look at the neighborhood scaled residential buildings. The lights are still bright, I think every light, is a family is enjoying a happy family happy time it.
On a rainy day, I would suddenly hear a clap of thunder. It didn't take long for the rain to start pouring down, and the beads of rain kept pounding on the glass, as if they wanted to break the window and hide in the warmth of the house. Outside the window of the passers-by have put up colorful umbrellas, walking in a hurry. The people who don't have umbrellas can only hide in the corners and wait patiently for the rain to stop.
Outside the window full of stars, outside the window peach and plum into the shade, outside the window frogs continue to sing, outside the window sunshine is just right ...... outside the window of the scenery of the strange more, nature will always give us many surprises. Outside the window is not a lack of beautiful scenery, but a lack of eyes to discover the beauty. Outside the window, is a landscape, such a view, I always get tired of seeing.
Outside the window, the rain is falling. The rain drops fell on the window frame and splashed on my face. If it were not for the fact that the rain was cold, otherwise, I really thought I was in tears. At this point, I was anxiously waiting for my mother to return.
At first, when my mother had to go downstairs to take out the garbage, I asked her to buy something for me. The first thing I did was to ask my mother to buy something for me, and she agreed to do so at my request. The first time I saw this, it was the first time that I had ever been in a hurry. In order to keep the water out of the house, I rushed to close the window. However, in the moment I touched the window, I froze - mother is still outside ah, she has an umbrella?
So, I closed the window, stood in front of the window, like when I was a child, my mother stood in front of the window to see me off to school, but more a layer of anxiety, the rain and fog, I desperately looking for a running figure, but unfortunately, no, are some flowers and green umbrellas in the rain slowly swimming. I think, the mother may have found a place to avoid the rain. But the rain was so heavy that there was no intention of stopping. But perhaps the mother has brought an umbrella, is on the way home.
Through the window, I looked out the window. The rain stopped? I quickly opened the window, do not want a drop of rain like a needle in my face. I let it "punishment", there is no one outside the window. Maybe everyone had gone to their homes. But what about the mother, why hasn't she come back yet?
I was tired and continued to look, still nothing. But at this point, I was very pleasantly surprised to find that the rain had finally stopped being as arrogant as it had been. It almost stopped. But there was still water splashing on my face.
A long time had passed without my mother ringing the doorbell.
A long wait. The rain, however, stopped. There were more people outside the window again. Now the rain might be seeping in with the tears. Mother, where the hell are you? I'm sorry, all because of my momentary caprice.
I don't know how long it took, but my mother opened the door. She was soaked to the skin, carrying in her hands the things I want and cooking with vegetables ......
The sunlight through the window sprinkled into the house, at this time, clearly in the know, I'm not crying, but smiled.