Composition outside the window

In study, work and even life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is the composition I collected outside the window, which is welcome for your reference and I hope it will help you.

Composition 1 It's another early autumn outside the window. The osmanthus tree outside the wooden window of the study still exudes golden and attractive Gui Xiang, but this time I won't introduce cassia twig into the window again. Because everything in the world has its own world. ...

I still remember that in the early autumn of last year, the golden wind brought coolness, and at the same time, it also brought golden and attractive Gui Xiang. The study is full of sweet and rich flowers. Outside the window, the strong osmanthus trees are dotted into a golden world. Accompanied by the rustling of branches and leaves, I drifted into the sweet-scented osmanthus tree as bright as a little star, lying pitifully on my desk, longing for someone to pity me. I really imagine that Daiyu buried this lovely flower, but it will bury their amazing vitality. I just carefully picked up the stars all over the sky, carefully put them in the treasure book and let them fall asleep. I don't know when it started, there was a small cassia twig covered with golden sunshine, sticking its head out of the towering osmanthus tree, sticking its slender and exquisite body on the slightly opened window seam, and it was also covered with osmanthus that was brighter than the sun. I was particularly surprised. Ren Guizhi reached into the study and looked up when writing. Guizhi gently stopped on my head and accompanied me through countless days and nights. It is always a soft heart.

I went out for a long trip, but when I came back, I saw that cassia twig, which was full of vitality, was dying, and osmanthus flowers fell from the branches one after another, giving out a cry of death. All the freely extending branches outside the window are broken, and only the remaining osmanthus has lost its color. The world seems bleak. I quickly opened my treasured books. Fortunately, osmanthus is still there, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. But my heart is always heavy, and I can't let go of my beloved cassia twig being broken. Later, I learned from my neighbors that the original property found that Guizhi had plunged into my window and deliberately broke the long branches for fear of disturbing the people. Outside the window, layers of fallen osmanthus are piled up, and the dead' Gui Zhi' is buried.

I thought I would feel guilty about the suffering of osmanthus trees from now on, but when I saw a bright green outside the window in early spring this year, I suddenly realized. Everything in the world has its own world, and my greed for Guizhi's vitality is wrong. After that, I stopped introducing cassia twig out of the window and gently put it back out of the window. A vibrant window is their world.

Outside the window, the gold is still there, but my heart is no longer wandering. Some company is enough.

Every morning when I come to school, I will habitually hold a cup of tea and then go to the window to think about these problems. I can't help feeling ashamed when people outside the window are rushing about for their families and careers. I am sitting in a spacious and bright classroom with such good learning conditions. How did I do it? Windows always reminds me that time waits for no one.

I don't know why, I have a soft spot for windows, and I am full of pleasant reverie about the world outside the window. Whenever I stand in front of the classroom window, I always think of the locust tree in front of my home window.

In spring, the mild sunshine is hidden in a few sparse leaves, leaving a few swaying shadows on our dining table. Standing by the window, listening to the sound of everything reviving, taking a deep breath, I feel how full life is.

I like windows in summer best. The locust tree outside the window, its thick branches have been baptized by wind and frost, and its branches and leaves are full of nutrition and strength just waiting for the day of flowering. Finally, from a small piece at the beginning to a large piece, until the whole tree is full of flowers. In the summer afternoon, I sat by the window doing my homework, looking at the Sophora japonica outside the window, and my heart was already eager to try. So I stopped writing and rushed out of the door in three steps. I broke some Sophora japonica flowers and threw them into the window, then casually walked into the room and closed the door, enjoying my trophy. At night, under the reflection of the moon, the Sophora japonica outside the window is so beautiful. When I go to bed, I always leave the window open on purpose, so that the fragrance of Sophora japonica fills the whole room, so I fall asleep with the fragrance.

In autumn, the scenery outside the window is depressed, and there is no sign of life. Looking at the bare branches and leaves on the ground outside the window, I can't help thinking that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more." Although the leaves are gone, the new residents have moved in. Two birds appear in the tree outside my window every day, adding vitality to the bare branches. Snowflakes are coming, and the winter lady puts a white cotton-padded jacket on the branches. I recorded this wonderful moment with my camera and made it eternal!

At the moment, I am sitting at the window of the classroom, and everything outside the window makes me feel so full.

Composition outside the window 3 The light rain outside the window is beating on the ground, and a person is sitting at a desk, pushing open a window, facing the pond and hills, and everything is shrouded in thin fog. Although it is early winter, the mountain is still so dark and looming.

There is no one outside the window. Cars pass by on the path by the pond from time to time, taking away a piece of dust and leaving no trace. A sad feeling comes from the heart, and it is raining. At this time, everything is more silent. A cold wind blew in, and I yawned and closed the window.

For an instant, I saw a tired figure pass by the window. I put down my book and went out to meet him, shouting "Grandma, come back!" " "See, grandma appeared at the door, staggered to take off the rain gear came in. Her long hair, which was already scarce, was wet by the rain, but her pale face was filled with a childlike smile. "Come back! "As she spoke, she came up to me and hugged me gently. I snuggled up to my grandmother and reported what I saw and heard today while coquetry.

At this moment, grandma seems to be my loyal listener. My long and pleasant speech. Grandma nodded while smiling. Suddenly, I pointed to the mysterious hill outside the window and said to my grandmother, "I miss it!" " This is a mysterious mountain. There is a magical witch who lives in a cabin deep in the forest. She locked the lovely princess in a dark castle. Every time someone tries to save the princess, a shiny diamond appears on the wall of the castle. Only by gathering the power of light can the princess be saved ... "Grandma looked at me kindly, nodded for a while, gently touched my cool hand for a while, and listened to me carefully for a while." Grandma nodded convincingly, didn't say I was unrealistic, and laughed at me for fabricating facts like others. She held my hand tightly and said to me with concern, "Good! Remember to go home when you defeat the witch and save the princess, and remember that grandma is waiting for you at any time, haha. "

I froze, and at that time my heart was mixed. I looked at the mountain, leaned against my grandmother's arms and said softly, "I will definitely come back ..."