Excellent composition outside the window

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into time-limited compositions and non-time-limited compositions according to different writing time limits. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following are the excellent compositions outside the window that I have collected and compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need.

Excellent composition outside the window 1

There is a row of connected windows on the south side of the second floor of the old house. In my spare time, I always like to tie up the curtains, put my hands on the balcony, and quietly admire the window.

There is an osmanthus tree on the right side of the window. It is not as tall and straight as a poplar tree, with only gray-brown curved branches. In early autumn and September, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms. Small clusters of golden clusters are like stars falling from the sky and smashing on the tree, and like gold ingots hanging on the fortune tree, which are endearing. The most famous thing about Osmanthus fragrans is its fragrance. "There is a tree named Dangui, which has a fragrant fragrance all year round." The fragrance of osmanthus always surrounds and occupies the old house. This fragrance opens your heart, dispels the haze in your heart, makes your eyes bright and feels comfortable both physically and mentally. It "naturally removes ornaments" and never gets tired of hearing about it. I often think, if only the fragrance could be stored, I could smell the fragrance of osmanthus every day.

Across the road directly ahead is a field, small and flat, growing tea and other crops. Many busy figures are sweating hard in it. Their colorful clothes contrast with the colors of the fields, forming a landscape. There is a thick bamboo forest to the south of the field, which is like a natural barrier and rows of loyal soldiers: the straight bamboos are strong soldiers, and the slightly curved bamboos in the upper part are hunchbacked veterans. They swayed when the wind passed by, and I seemed to hear a crunching sound.

The bamboo forest and fields outside the window seem to be green all year round. In midsummer, they are so green that they seem to be dripping down and dazzling your eyes. In winter, they are covered with white gauze, but you can still see the lovely green. Together with the small farmhouse with black tiles and white walls on the edge of the field, the narrow stream and a few green mountains in the distance, it forms a "paradise", which is exactly what Wang Anshi described: "One water protects the fields and surrounds them with green. The mountain pavilion brings the green people."

A few dozen meters to the left of the farmhouse, there is a small square. In the evening, the aunts played songs and danced square dances. They flexibly raised their arms, waved their fans, twisted their bodies, and even turned in circles. Their bodies were light and full of energy, as if they had suddenly become ten years younger. There is a stage next to the square, and Gaojia opera is held during the Chinese New Year. There are lively and cheerful Dan actors, net actors with long beards, and raw actors who love to fight... My favorite is the Harlequin. I see him with white on his nose and a mustache. He often wears all black and shakes his head. Wearing a broken fan, walking out with a hunched back and duck steps, he made people laugh in just a few words.

Oh, outside the window... Excellent composition outside the window 2

Can we see the wind? It should be possible, those long-lasting winds that drift through the river of time. The crowds in the city are like restless waves, which will not stay for a short time because of each person, or rather, the sand floating along with the waves. And when we drift to the next estuary, will we forget where we came from? Indeed, it is possible that the leaves fall because of the withering and yellowing of autumn, but it is more likely because of the failure of the trees to retain their leaves. The sand in the water, the clouds in the sky, and the falling snow were so light that they made no sound. So, as a member of the human world, will birth, old age, illness and death be like falling snow - silent? But people have feelings after all. As a result, people pile up the past, lightly covering it with the color of memory, and letting out waves of nostalgia.

The scenery you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have loved, and the stories you have moved will all leave traces behind. This trace can be so light that it is left in the back of my mind, but when I think about it, I will never completely forget it. And our thoughts, in fact, are also the memories left by a little bit of like, a little bit of dislike, and a little bit of touching, slowly grinding out the unique beautiful shape of each person.

Now, when we recall our past selves, even a few minutes ago, we will probably smile slightly, raise the corners of our mouths slightly, and shake our heads gently.

It can be seen that memory will make us more and more mature, but it will never let us forget the past and lose ourselves.

Three eras, past, present and future, are drawn by wonderful threads, with inexplicable coincidences and amazing repetitions. Only by remembering the past can we see the future.

Looking at the city where I am through the thick glass, I feel that the lights are the same as before, but the face by the window is a little more mature. Sometimes, I have to feel that time flies so fast that it makes people nervous. However, the only thing that can soothe this layer of confusion is the color of the sky in memory.

There may be a vague overlap in the scenery that once appeared. That is because the line of sight at that time remains. Time flies by, the figure of the past is hazy, and the emotions proudly announce the amazing changes, but when I recall the past, I can't deceive myself with a slight sourness.

Some memories cannot be recovered. Those memories of youth are lost in the wind of this city. Open the window, reach out and touch the soft and warm air, and you can vaguely know the direction of the wind. Excellent composition outside the window 3

In the early morning, I opened the floor-to-ceiling windows sleepily and came to the corridor. I stretched and yawned.

A gust of refreshing wind caressed my face mischievously. I took a deep breath and the wind slipped into my body as a guest. When I went out, it drove away the sultry heat of the night and immediately made me feel refreshed and sleepy. It was completely wiped out, and the air in the morning was so fresh!

My eyes were attracted by Dongyang Creek. The grass beside the creek was covered with frost and dew. It swayed gently with the morning breeze. The subtle and soft singing of Dongyang Creek trickled into my ears. She Day and night, I absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, singing and dancing towards the sky with my unparalleled dancing and singing.

At this moment, several pure and elegant egrets flew from the green hills. They flew so lightly and beautifully. The egrets landed slowly on the stream, and ripples spread out in all directions. After they stood firm, they adopted a "golden rooster independent" posture, stepped back into the water from time to time, and took a few small steps gracefully. They use the river surface as a mirror, comb their beaks, and preen their feathers. After a while, the white elves began to forage in the gentle shallow water lowlands. Look, the smallest "elf" pulled its neck back, flicked it at the right moment, and pecked forward. A lively little fish instantly became its prisoner. When they have eaten enough, they spread out a pair of white and pure wings, dance with the wind, and fly with their friends towards the east.

Hey, why is the egret covered in red gauze? It turns out that a sun is bursting out! The sun was first a small red dot, then slowly climbed upwards, becoming a semicircle. At this time, the egret flew back, wrapped in red gauze, soaring over the sparkling Dongxi River. At this time, Dongyang River was like a stage, and the elves danced elegantly to the accompaniment of the "stage" to cheer for the sun. !

Suddenly, the sun jumped out of the hills, its rays of rays were brilliant, and everything around it was covered with red light.

The magnificent morning sun, the emerald green mountains, the gurgling Dongyang River, and the elegant egrets are one scene a day, just like a beautiful picture framed in the window. Although I can't blend into it, I feel very comfortable to be able to watch the paintings outside the window. Excellent composition outside the window 4

I saw birds flying across the sky, I saw flowers blooming quietly, and I also saw you telling me with your own efforts - to use your dreams as horses and live up to your youth.

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It is always beautiful outside the window at dusk, and the setting sun covers the world with colorful gauze. The occasional gust of wind could not move those lazy clouds lying in the sky. Only the few autumn chrysanthemums that dominate this season when everything is dry are blown away. Probably because of the cold and aloof character of chrysanthemums, Tao Yuanming's famous saying "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the southern mountains".

"One two, one two..." The familiar sound of practicing broke the silence of the dusk. I leaned over and saw that it was the familiar figure - the disabled boy who lived upstairs in my house. At this moment, his arm was held by his grandfather, and he walked laboriously step by step. The sun was setting, but he was still there, walking step by step.

Every step he took was so determined, as if every step he took was making a great decision.

I once had a few chats with this young man, probably at such a beautiful dusk. He was practicing walking in the community. During his break, I happened to pass by there. I asked him why he worked so hard to learn to walk, because even if he didn't practice, no one would blame him. He said, for the sake of dreams, and also to live up to his years. He smiled as he spoke.

The clouds in the sky dispersed at some point. Occasionally, a few returning birds flew by and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the sky, I suddenly became enlightened. I ran back to the room, put away the scattered papers on the table, and unfolded the crumpled papers one by one. My dream seemed to be as beautiful as it was at the beginning. Only the creases told the story of what I had experienced along the way. Painful and confused. In the process of sorting it out, I seemed to understand something vaguely.

At the moment when I was busy writing, I seemed to see the white clouds outside the window, I seemed to see the delicate flowers, and I seemed to see the young man telling me to use my dreams as a horse and live up to my youth. The smile he showed when. Excellent composition outside the window 5

"Bang-bang-" The train from Zhengzhou to Shanghai started slowly.

The carriage was gradually surrounded by a kind of silence. Passengers are all taking care of their chores, sleeping, reading, and more often playing with their mobile phones. They use these extremely boring ways to pass the time during the journey, which can be described as "in various ways". I didn’t know what to do, so I got down from the upper bunk, sat by the window, and began to look forward to this wonderful trip.

For a moment, I saw it through the glass. It is a straggler bird flying around. It may be its companion in the distance. It is confused and unwilling to fall. It has no choice but to deal with it. It really seems to me that there will always be laggards on every road, but we are not willing to lag behind every time. My confusion and frustration were constantly being erased by retreating again and again. The sky outside is so blue and high, just like your dream, which is too far to grasp, but when you withdraw your hand, it is so close in front of you.

His eyes shifted to the train track. It seemed to be so regular and orderly, and would not be disturbed by anything, leading to a distant and unknown place. The wind outside the window was blowing across the grass, and the blue waves were undulating. Although I couldn't touch and feel it in person, this dynamic picture had already made me immersed in it.

In the evening, the blush creeps onto the face of the sun, the gorgeous clouds bloom on the other side of the sky, and everything under the afterglow has a unique vitality. I want to jump down from the car window, merge with the world, laugh and play. The sunset shines on every corner, as if weaving me and my dreams together, softly, softly.

It is getting dark soon, and the splendor outside gradually disappears. I felt a little disappointed, and I slowly got used to the beauty of darkness. The neon lights in the distance are looming, adding a lot of vitality and hope to this dark world. I hope that when I am struggling in frustration, I will have hope and light to guide me, overcome the darkness, and be invincible!

There are thousands of journeys in life, and every scenery on the journey is worth looking up at, and it will bring you unparalleled surprises.

May your journey in life be uneventful.

I hope you can present a more perfect version of yourself. Excellent composition outside the window 6

A window, a piece of land, a few trees, a few clusters of flowers, grass on the ground, and stars in the sky. As far back as I can remember, it has been like this outside the window, and it has not changed in more than ten years.

There are magnolias, peach trees, and pear trees planted in the yard, which are planted very unevenly in the yard. There is one tree in the east and one in the west. The green leaves are vertical and horizontal, and the sparse strips overlap.

At the beginning of spring, a few flower buds quietly popped out of the peach tree. After a while, they were in bud. A day or two later, large tracts of pink flowers were blooming.

On the branches. If it is in the morning and there is still a little spring rain, it will look even more delicate and beautiful, which will inevitably make people feel loved. While the peach blossoms have not faded yet, the pear blossoms have caught up with the trend, one red and one white, blooming one after another.

By the time the peach blossoms and pear blossoms are in full bloom, the magnolia flower has become a new star in the garden, attracting the attention of others all the time. Sitting in the study, you can smell the strong fragrance of flowers, which penetrates your nose like a ribbon and melts into your heart. Whenever I come here and look out the window, I feel happy and my unhappiness and anger disappear instantly.

In summer, sitting under the pavilion in the garden, watching the green trees, the green cover blocking out the sun, and the cool breeze from time to time, makes the body and mind happy. Not only that, there are also fresh peaches on the branches that are edible, which is really a great pleasure in summer. If you look up at the sky on a cloudless night, you will definitely see stars all over the sky, like gems scattered on black silk. This summer night is the best memory of my childhood.

Time flies so fast, and it’s already autumn in a blink of an eye. It rains a lot in autumn, so I don’t often enjoy the scenery in the garden, which makes me a little unhappy. Just imagine, if someone still sits here to enjoy the scenery on a rainy day, it would be a unique charm to be so "unafraid of wind and rain". The leaves are gradually turning red, and the grass is gradually withering. The cold autumn is full of sadness. I don't want to see this sad scene, so I close the curtains and don't look at it, so I miss the autumn in the garden outside the window.

In the cold winter, all the leaves have fallen off and the grass has disappeared without a trace. It is really monotonous. When it snows, the sky and the earth are vast, and it seems that there is only one color between the sky and the earth - white, completely white. Snowflakes were falling, and everything seemed to be covered with a white cloth, as if it was sentenced to temporary death. In the air, all that can be smelled is death, but not the slightest bit of life. All things will be reborn in the spring of the coming year.

From spring and summer to autumn and winter, from colorful to pale. The scenery of all things, outside the small window, the four seasons flow. Excellent composition outside the window 7

In my room, there is a window. It is not big, but it carries many reveries. The pure blue sky records the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the four seasons.

The willow tree outside the window is the son and daughter of the four seasons. In the spring, the "girl" grows green hair. The swallows return from the south and volunteer to serve as the girl's beautiful hairpins, chirping on my study table. Compose a wonderful piece of music on it. You may not know that this girl also loves beauty. That morning, a woodpecker landed on the tip of her hair. It not only removed the pests in the girl's body, but also made me The annoyance in my heart disappeared without a trace.

In summer, this young girl grew green hair, butterflies were lingering around her, and birds sang accompaniment for her. It is said that women have undergone a transformation, and this girl has also changed from ignorance to understanding. The little girl turned into a beautiful fairy, bathing in the embrace of the wind all day long, and the sunshine made her look sacred and serious. The bees are her servants, and the white clouds are her guards. She is like a queen, so beautiful and luxurious.

Autumn came, and the autumn wind destroyed her. When she reached middle age, her graceful and beautiful long hair turned yellow, but when her dear father-in-law the sun rose above her head again, , her hair became as bright as golden again, she still has not given up, she has not withered yet.

I looked out the window and she became haggard and older. Is she still the same girl a few months ago?

Finally, when the last autumn wind blew and the east wind came, her hair turned silver and she looked like an old woman. Her servants and the beautiful hairpins were gone, and she Standing helplessly in the cold wind...

The New Year is here, and the loud firecrackers seem to awaken her intoxicated soul. She decides not to be decadent, and stretches her waist hard, ushering in a new life.

"The spring breeze in February is like scissors." It seemed that everything she didn't like was cut away, and the beautiful girl came back.

Life is not the same. If everything is calm, where will there be experience? If, if there is no experience, how can people be strong. Maybe in the future, when I encounter any difficulties, the willow outside the window will be the brightest beacon, guiding the confused me to find the other side of success. The scene in front of the window really taught me a lot. Excellent composition outside the window 8

Dozens of white clouds pass by here, and rays of dawn shine in from here. They close quietly at night and open outward during the day. It is a window.

Everyone has a window of their own. Outside it may be a terrible night, a quiet morning, a rainy day with lightning and thunder, or a sunny day with the sun shining... No matter what , Everyone has a world of their own outside the window, and struggle can make this world better.

Jack Ma, who is now a prominent figure in the Internet industry, once had a trough period. He was born in a not-so-rich family and has been looking for a job since graduating from Hangzhou Normal University. However, because of his height and appearance, what awaited him was the fate of failure again and again. This turned the originally bright world outside his window into a dark night where he could not see his fingers. But he did not give up. Although failure was still waiting for him, he still faced it with an optimistic attitude. He once joked about his experience and said: "KFC recruited employees, 10 people participated, 9 people were accepted, and I was the only one. Lost." Most people would be depressed and give up on themselves after such an experience. However, he was not. He was always full of hope and kept trying. It was with this spirit of unremitting struggle that he finally found a job that did not pay too much, but he still kept trying to start his own business. He opened Haibo Translation Agency and tried to create the Chinese Yellow Pages. Finally, in 1999, Jack Ma made a bold attempt to create Alibaba. After this attempt, the dawn of life ushered in outside his window. After several years of hard work and unremitting persistence, Jack Ma, who was in his 40s, finally successfully founded Joined the world-famous Alibaba Group and became the largest Internet company in China! He changed the world outside the window from being invisible to a bright one!

My friend, if you want to have a beautiful world outside your window, you must keep working hard and trying. Don’t be discouraged when you encounter setbacks. You must learn to persevere, even if your window has become a beautiful world. In a world full of birds singing and flowers fragrant, please don’t fall asleep with your head covered, because the world outside the window is constantly changing, and only struggle can keep it bright forever. If you fall asleep after achieving certain results, then when you open your eyes When your eyes are closed, it may turn into a vast night outside the window. If you want the window outside your window to remain wonderful, you must always persevere and work hard.

There is a story outside the window, and there is also a world outside the window. Let us work hard to have a beautiful world. Excellent composition outside the window 9

Who would pay attention to the small patch of sky outside the window? This huddled landscape has such mysterious power.

I sat slumped in the room and sighed, thinking about so many things in my mind. "Oops, absolutely terrible," I couldn't help but mutter to myself. As the final exam approaches, the pressure on students and teachers accelerates. It seems that there are a group of people desperately moving forward around me, so I have to follow closely. At the end of every day, I remember what I have recorded today. As if I had just been released from prison, I was in a ball, which made me helpless. The sunlight quietly shone in from the window, shining brightly and calmly. I also looked out the window, and the vibrant atmosphere and subtle feelings slowly opened my frown. For a moment, I didn't think what I was encountering was a big deal.

How many nights have I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep? I hate my current life, so much hypocrisy, so much sadness. What happened during the day always reminds me of it again at night. That time I went out. I accidentally lost my mobile phone, but I was not anxious at all. I believed that the owner of the store would put it away for me after seeing it, but my mother severely scolded me, "Look for it if you don't hurry up. Do you still believe that other people are so kind?" I refuted my mother, but I also hated my mother's bad thoughts of not trusting others. Although I also know that there are inevitably people with evil intentions who like to make small profits, but I want to believe that there are still many good people in life. Finally, I found the mobile phone as I wished. My mother’s words also made me fall into deep thought. I turned to look out the window again. During the long night, the night sky was dark and quiet. I relaxed unconsciously. I understood that it didn't matter what life was like. I just needed to realize my own value. This is undoubtedly the best reward for life.

Slowly I developed a habit. As long as I look out the window, I will forget all the bad things and savor more stories outside the window. It is not because the things outside the window make me happy. , but because of the window, I know how to make myself happy! Excellent composition outside the window 10

On that day, as usual, I sat at the desk, picked up the heavy pen, and started another day of study.

Suddenly, a leaf from the window flew onto my desk.

I stood up involuntarily, dropped the heavy pen, and looked out the window.

There is a small park near my home, which is full of ginkgo trees and redbuds. In autumn, the leaves are falling. I accidentally discovered those ginkgo trees. They were already tall and majestic, weathered, and their branches were covered with yellowing leaves. "One leaf falls and the world knows autumn." This is not true at all. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the naughty ginkgo leaves couldn't wait to rush down from the tree, flapping and flying in the wind.

I held the ginkgo leaves that had just blown in in my hands. From a distance, the ginkgo leaf looks like a finely crafted small fan, with a hint of green in the gold. Looking closely, the criss-crossing stem veins and beautiful colors on the ginkgo leaves are so mysterious.

I picked it up and smelled it again, and there was still a light fragrance! This fragrance smells refreshing, like a light in the dark night, a rain on dry land, a good friend on a lonely night.

Looking through the window, the ginkgo leaves are like warriors in yellow clothes. They are so tall, so mighty, so tall, as if they are protecting this land.

Ginkgo leaves are very simple, unknown and unassuming. They are just passers-by in the long life of the ginkgo tree mother, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Ginkgo leaves, with their poignant beauty and desolation, no one pays attention to, no one cares about, they just never get tired of reincarnation and start again and again for countless times to complete their destiny. Falling down countless times, slowly being covered in the long river of time, slowly being eliminated and forgotten. But for me, the long-term forgetfulness and long-term melancholy can only turn into a sigh.

A cool autumn wind blew by, and one or two ginkgo leaves, carrying the precipitation of years, quietly fell, leaving a beautiful trace. Perhaps, that is the most beautiful trace of autumn.