Excellent composition outside the window

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is the excellent composition outside the window that I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

The excellent composition 1 outside the window is blooming so well that it is crumbling. All these things are aging too fast.

A light rain saved a dry pond in the community, and the frogs in it sang happily all night, thanking God for this gift. There are only frogs outside the window, willow trees don't fly, birds don't feed, and the sunny earth is full of vitality.

Look at the scenery outside the window and capture the traces of the wind from the details. Time is like a breeze, you can never catch it. We can only judge from the clues he left that he was here. Looking out of the window the other day, the willow just began to sprout. Today, they are all green. The scenery you have seen, the books you have read, your favorite music and touching stories will all leave traces. This is also evidence of the passage of time.

Quiet years pass slowly, the morning sunshine shines in the fleeting light and shadow, the sunshine shines on the face and the breeze passes through the fingers. In such a simple day, I strive to pursue the warmth of life. Want to see the most beautiful scenery from the window of youth.

When the yarn spun by light is displayed as a beautiful totem, our years are rolled farther and farther by gears, gradually approaching us from the initial dream, bearing repeated shocks in reality and being tempered into steel in the alternation of reality and dream. Finally strong enough to face the reality. Only in the middle of the night when no one is there, I often see my stubborn self and try my best to look at myself from the window.

Everyone will have a window. When you try to look out, it will bring you the most beautiful scenery.

I, Mu Zi Sunshine, plunged into Dream Harbor and prayed with my hands folded-I just hope that everything will be as beautiful as before when I look from the window next time.

There is something outside the window that records people's every move, and every detail flashes faintly here, and that is the window. There is an ordinary window on the fourth floor of my house. It is not as beautiful as other windows, only a flat square glass. I looked out of the window and smiled.

I put down my pen, went to the window and looked at the plum tree that was blown down by the snow.

I was ashamed that I didn't let us see it just now. Now I stand proudly in the snow. The pink face and skirt of plum blossom dance with the leaves, and the beautiful dance is intoxicating. Plum blossoms are waving pink dresses. Don't mention how beautiful it is! Slowly, the full flower bones blossomed, and several adults looked at the blooming plum blossoms, not only admiring "look at how well the flowers bloom" and "how beautiful"! Adults were talking about it, and several children ran over and smelled the fragrance of Shili. They not only want to climb the tree to pick it, but I look at the plum blossoms outside the window not only for applause and appreciation.

I looked at the plum tree outside the window, not only thinking of the border guards who fought bloody battles for us.

What time do they get up every morning to defend their motherland? They are not afraid of cold and sacrifice. They have only one thought in mind, that is, defending the motherland. Without them, we may not have today's happiness, nor will we have a glorious history.

I love this window. It makes me see more, farther and higher. It makes me imagine playing. I love this window.

I looked at the plum tree outside the window and smiled with satisfaction.

Excellent composition outside the window 3 "Oh, it's going to rain!" I shouted. After breaking up with my good friend, I hurried home.

Hardly had I got home when it began to rain. There are no raindrops or raindrops in "Flowers and Flowers", just like a cornucopia overturned by God. I sat by the window and enjoyed the beautiful scenery carefully. Suddenly, a large piece of golden yellow came into my eyes. It was ginkgo tree. In my memory, it has been here for a long time. Although I have experienced many ups and downs, I just linger in the face of this storm. Its leaves were knocked off by the rain, and a gust of wind blew over. Its vicissitudes swayed with the wind, and I suddenly had the idea of helping it. I rummaged around the house for a long time before I found my father's toolbox. When I first got outside, a few drops of rain knocked on it. When I came home angrily and looked out of the window again, it was still fighting the wind and rain. I just drew the curtains to keep myself from watching this scene. I think it probably won't live long this time. However, after the rain cleared, I opened the curtain and saw it standing happily downstairs. Besides trees, there are many leaves that have been knocked down by rain. It is not as young as before, but it still stands there tenaciously, guarding our community.

One day, when I came home from school, I habitually looked out of the window to look for the old ginkgo tree, but it didn't appear in my sight. "Mom, where is the ginkgo tree downstairs?" "Recently, the community was being renovated and the property cut it down." ..... There seems to be something broken in my heart.

People should pay attention to spirit, not matter.

Have you ever stopped to look out of the window? -inscription

Since I entered school, the window of the classroom has been with me for a year. I have seen spring and summer, and I have experienced autumn and winter. Maybe I'm tired of seeing the fixed scenery outside the window. In a quiet self-study class, I looked around in various boring ways. I didn't know what to look at, but I turned to the window. Originally it was dull, but the thought of my tired heart fluctuated a little. ...

This is an iconic tree. The sun shines on it and falls on the ground and body through the leaves, which makes people feel a little warm. There are several seniors who love table tennis on the table tennis table next to the big tree, and the game is going on fiercely. Then I came to the corridor, where several groups of people leaned against the wall and chatted. I don't know what they talked about, but they all smiled and lasted for a long time, as if even the direction of the wind was exaggerated by this happiness. When I came to the ground, several beautiful flowers were competing with each other in the nearby flower bed, but my eyes just flashed by and came to the unremarkable grass. Somehow I thought of a lyric: "Look at me, how small I am …" Yes, the grass is unremarkable, but it seems to know a sentence: natural selection, survival of the fittest. It is very strong and hard-working, as if to break through the ground and see the world. Well, I hope you are still full of hope for the world after your setbacks. The sky is always blue, and the geese flying by occasionally are neat, as if the group consciousness has already penetrated into the soul.

Outside the window, it always seems to be the same scene, but it is so different. As long as you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty and can stop and stay, you will know that even boring things can become interesting under a pair of beautiful eyes.

Excellent composition outside the window 5 spring, summer, autumn and winter, four seasons reincarnation; Birth, disease, death and fate; Time changes, ups and downs. Outside the window, the universe is eternal and time is gone forever. Time makes the trees grow old and the flowers fall asleep outside the window. I don't know how many times things have changed in this world.

The wind is bound and flowing by time, and it imposes the imprisonment of time on others. From then on, swallows sang, and seconds passed; Swinging branches, a minute passed; People slept, and an hour passed; Flowers bloom and fall, and months have passed; Winter went and spring came, and a year passed. I looked out of the window and watched the years beating on the rocks and falling minute by minute. I have long hair. That kind of feeling, it hurts, it hurts. ...

Outside the window, thunder and lightning are hinting at the time. Slow down, slow down! Yelling and crying again. But that cruel time covered my ears with dark clouds, and no matter how loud the sound was, there was nothing I could do. If lightning doesn't want to, it will speed up itself. As a result, time passed faster.

Outside the window, time began again. It won't pity and shrink back! I hope time can stop, just for a moment, let me have a good look at the beauty of my stay. ...

Standing at the window, looking out of the window, I am thinking deeply about the world outside the window.

When the sun is shining, look out of the window: flowers are in full bloom, and the sun shines through the cracks in the leaves on the green grass. Think about it: if you can run in the soft sunshine and listen to the breeze and tell stories gently. Playing, listening to the silvery laughter infinitely magnified in the ear, "wandering." Or you can sit in the shade and listen to music and draw a picture. Even if you do nothing, look at the blue sky and feel the fresh air or the charm of nature. This should be the feeling of freedom and happiness!

When it rains, look out of the window: plants are trying to grow, not afraid of wind and sand, rain and snow, but accepting challenges and welcoming the growth of their faces. Someone walked past the window with an umbrella and slowly drifted away. It's raining, and everything is so vague. Looking at the distance, I suddenly found that today's sky is darker than before, perhaps because of dark clouds! But in contrast, today's sky is as clean as a blank picture scroll that has never been written. Today's difference between heaven and earth seems not so clear, but it is still vast. Perhaps, only in boundless places can we relax and do whatever we want. Free and easy and happy.

When the rain stopped, the sky was as blue as the sea. Occasionally, colorful rainbows appear in the sky, such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Like five brothers and sisters, they live together in harmony and freedom. Tick tock ... the rain accumulated on the roof fell to the ground, and the sun came out again, shining on the ground wet by the rain. Everything is so calm and peaceful. ...

Looking at the beautiful world outside the window, my inner yearning is self-evident, and I really want to feel and experience it myself. But what about looking out the window? The shackles in the window decide everything, just like children who are forced by adults. Endless homework ends their happy childhood ahead of schedule. Therefore, if you want to experience the outside world, you must first escape from the cage that imprisons you.

The composition outside the window is excellent. 7 These flowers are blooming and crumbling. It's all too soon.

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It rained all day and saved the dry pond of the community. The frogs in the pond cheered all night and thanked God for the gift. Only frogs croak outside the window, willows dance, birds don't feed, and the sunny earth is full of vitality.

Look at the scenery outside the window and capture the traces of the wind from the details. Time is like a breeze, you can never catch it. We can only judge him by the clues he left. A few days ago, I looked out of the window. The willow just began to sprout, and it turned green at a glance today. The scenery you have seen, the books you have read, the music you like, and the stories you have touched will leave traces. This is also evidence of the passage of time.

The quiet and beautiful years passed slowly, the sunrise was in the light and shadow of the shallow flowing years, the sun shone on the face, and the breeze blew through the fingers. In such a simple day, I strive to pursue the warmth of life. Want to see the most beautiful scenery from the window of youth.

When spun yarn is represented as a gorgeous totem, our years are being tossed further and further by gears, gradually approaching the original dream. In reality, it bears the impact again and again. In the alternation of reality and dreams, it is tempered into steel. Finally, face the reality firmly. Only when there is no one in the middle of the night do I often see that stubborn man, who tries his best to look at himself from the window.

Everyone has a window. When you try to look out, it will bring you the most beautiful scenery.

My Mu Zi sunshine rushes to the harbor of dreams, and I pray with my hands folded-I just hope that when I look down from the window next time, everything will still be fine.

Stay away from the hustle and bustle of busy streets outside the window. Outside the window, it is quiet and elegant, outlining a lush garden, which reminds me of a dream.

In March, the shallow grass can lose its horseshoe, and the weeping willow branches sway with the wind. Unknown insects and birds scrambled to start singing performances. In the spring sunset, they don't contradict at all, but add a touch of color to spring. One by one, one just stays on the wire and stops in the middle of the house. Even though they are noisy, they are still addicted to it. I can't see them at once Shallow grass is also a charming scenery outside the window. The grass is thin and green as jade, and the flowers are messy without losing color. I turned my eyes out of the window and couldn't blink at the scenery.

In June, when the river just showed its sharp corner, although there was no pond or graceful lotus outside the window, some scenery was even more charming than the moonlight of the lotus pond. Dragonflies stop on the grass from time to time, and flowers seem to be less beautiful than spring, but more wild.

In September, there was a crane in Yun Qi in the clear sky. The crops in the field had been harvested, the autumn fruits in the orchard had been picked, and the scenery outside the window gradually turned yellow. The leaves turned yellow and the wind began to cool. In the evening, at this hazy moment, the darkness gradually jumped out of the valley and the autumn night was bleak. The scenery outside the window seems bleak. There is no vitality except the reluctant shaking of the branches blown by the wind, and such a scene makes me even less aware of a trace of color, and a trace of color is fresh and bright.

/kloc-In in October/February is like a strong wind in spring. When it comes up at night, it seems that it seldom snows, so naturally the branches will not be covered with soft white gauze, and birds and insects will hibernate. In this winter, I didn't feel the bleak autumn. There are always passers-by waving to me outside the window. Although the weather is very cold, they will consciously extend their hands to greet me.

I lay down and fell asleep. Whenever I look out the window, I even stare for a long time. This may be my last greeting, my last nostalgia, and my last farewell in a day.

Excellent composition outside the window 9 20xx, Spring Festival, outside the window, I was doing my homework. I looked up and saw red lanterns hanging on the pillars outside the window, rows of lanterns, as if smiling at me.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white and the clouds are ever-changing. Some are like a dog, holding Spring Festival couplets with greetings written on them; Some are like horses, flying horses with wings; There is also a cat-like cloud with a lively fish in its hand.

I looked downstairs and the children were playing happily. Some people are playing on the slide, some are playing on the seesaw, and some are playing hide and seek. They are all very interesting. Children who usually love to grab seats are now very humble, as if they also know that they are one year older and should let their brothers and sisters play first.

At night, people drive by from time to time downstairs. Their faces are full of smiles, and they are holding large and small gift packages, including milk, chocolate, pudding and health products that the elderly love to eat. They also have red envelopes in their pockets, as if everyone is saying, Happy New Year, auspicious Year of the Dog and family reunion.

You see, the family's New Year's Eve dinner is on the table, and I seem to smell the delicious food. When my mouth was watering, my mother shouted, "dinner!" " I just came to my senses, and the original New Year's Eve dinner at home was also ready. My grandparents came, too. They gave me a red envelope. My heart is full of joy, and the reunion dinner is finally here!

Outside the window, there is jubilation everywhere; There was laughter in the room, and everyone was happy.

May the scenery outside the window always be so beautiful.

Excellent composition outside the window 10 Everything outside my window is so beautiful. Many of them have been taken into my eyes. But the most striking thing is an old tree.

The old tree outside my window is early spring, just like a girl combing her old father's white hair in spring. Under the touch of spring breeze and the nourishment of spring rain, the old tree has stood up a little bit, and it has already flourished. A wild goose returning from the south landed on its tall branch and built its first warm nest. It finally has its first companion.

In summer, its thin body still plays its role. Some old people enjoy the cool, chat and play chess under the tree. There are some children playing and fighting under its cover. But it didn't last long. Summer rain makes it unbearable. Its branches and leaves are brushing, and its pain is unknown. Leaves all over the ground and large leaves seem to just want people to know its experience.

Autumn comes slowly. There are few green leaves on the big tree, and yellow leaves are falling. Its green branches and leaves have long withered, and it is no longer enjoyed by people like summer. Nobody cares about it, and nobody pays attention to it.

Late autumn has passed, and its branches have finally failed, and there is no trace of life with it. It stood there alone. The cold wind roared and covered with snow. The old tree is brand-new, and snowflakes slowly fall on the branches. It is white, its hair is white, as white as silver. It is one year older.

You can see it from the window when you are young. Year after year, he is like a grandfather in my heart and a partner in my eyes.

The scenery outside the window is beautiful, and the scenery in the countryside is much better than that in the city.

It was a sunny afternoon, and a ray of sunshine was reflected on the wooden floor through the window.

My eyes stopped at my homework, but turned to the window, where a little life was beating.

That is the cycle of seasons; That is the beginning of life; That's grass. The grass bent over and bowed its head shyly. A group of children are playing by the grass. This is a wonderful memory in life. Next to the children, grandparents are eating. They moved the tables and chairs to the door and began to eat quietly. This is one of the benefits of rural life.

Looking down, I saw a golden field. In the field, the wheat bent down with laughter, and the weeds in the field looked greener.

Ducks swim freely in the fields, in a neat "duck team", with mother duck at the head and father duck at the tail. The duckling in the middle is giggling and making a "honk, honk" sound.

There is a saying that "walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to be ninety-nine". Grandparents often take a walk after supper. They took a walk to relax.

Some uncles run after meals and sweat comes out on their faces. This is the result of labor; This is the reward of hard work.

This is the beautiful scenery outside the window; This is life in the country; This is the sound of happiness; This is the result of labor.

Beautiful scenery outside the window, the country is the most beautiful.

Excellent composition outside the window 12 There are at least hundreds of millions of people's windows all over the world, and among these hundreds of millions of people's windows, my window may be the most unique. ...

There are three figures outside my window. These three figures are completely different.

The first person, he is Mr. Chen. Looking down from the window, he looks small at 188 cm, but he is tall at home. At twelve o'clock, the figure of Mr. Chen is always reflected on the window. After eating a few mouthfuls of rice, it is reflected on the window again. In his world, the concept of time may be superfluous. The average person works five days a week, but he works six days, ready to accept the "battle" at 24 o'clock, and only has a rest at 24 o'clock a day, so time is wasted.

After a long time, the second figure, Ms. Huang, also came out.

Now, it's very lively outside the window. In the window, I am alone at home. Loneliness burns like a fire, and putting it out is like water. Loneliness, perhaps, is no longer the warm figure of three people together. Everything is in the past, everything goes up in smoke, and everything is irreparable. ...

At 3: 45 pm, the girl didn't come back. Maybe she went to review her lessons!

At four o'clock, the girl didn't come back. Maybe, she is on duty!

The girl didn't come back at five o'clock in the evening. Maybe, she had a piano lesson!

Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, the window is still empty, the street lamp is on, and the wind is shining; There are fewer pedestrians and they are blown away by the wind. Twenty-five minutes, nothing, no change. Half an hour later, it floated away. No, wait, it was a little girl! Little girl, come back! However, my parents have not come back yet.

The next morning, as usual, everyone went out one after another.

At noon, three figures appeared on the grass at the same time, in the fragrance of flowers and in the sun!

This moment, a warm moment; This scene is a scene of joy; How much this scene has changed!

"Ding Ding Ding!" It ended this scene.

Difficult, difficult, is it really that difficult to put this moment on the window?

Looking out from the window of my room, there is a big tree, almost five stories high.

In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves. Slowly, the leaves on the tree are getting darker and bigger. At this point, it is summer. In summer, the leaves on the tree are very lush, really like a big green umbrella. Very useful! When it rains lightly, as long as you stand under the tree, you won't get wet. After school, friends play games under the tree. Adults are chatting in the cool under the tree. In autumn, the leaves on the tree began to turn yellow, and finally all turned golden yellow, falling to the ground and being taken away by the autumn wind. In winter, there is a thick layer of snow on the branches, and friends wear thick cotton-padded jackets and scarves to make snowmen and have snowball fights happily under the trees.

A year has passed, and the tree has grown tall and grown up a lot. My mother said, I hope I can thrive like a tree.

Through the window, you can see all the beautiful things outside the window, such as continuous spring rain, hot summer, rustling autumn wind and snowy winter. ...

Looking at the streets where people come and go, looking at people who don't know what to do and say, I want to say "them". I looked at the scenery outside the window that night, and I didn't know when an old man and a young man appeared in front of me. The girl was full of tears and kept saying something. But when her mouth stopped moving, now the man opposite him finally spoke. Although I can't hear what they are saying, I can clearly see an indescribable sadness and sadness on their faces. Suddenly, the man pushed the girl away without looking back. After the girl fell to the ground, she kept crying with her legs open and her mouth closed, repeating the same sentence. A woman came up to her, touched her head painfully and took her little hand away. Staring at their backs, I suddenly realized that they are a family, their parents may have conflicts, and their father is going out to work. Maybe ... I've been looking at girls in my head, and just now she seems to have said it again, dad, don't go.

I stopped hesitating and ran out of the house as fast as I could, regardless of my mother's cry behind me. I keep thinking, "Dad, don't go." When I ran to the bus stop, I couldn't find the familiar figure in my impression. I squatted on the ground crying regardless of the image. When you are tired of crying, drag your tired body home. After dinner, I looked out of the window again. Although everything remains the same, there is a close relative and beloved person around me.

Excellent composition outside the window 15 ended today's meeting schedule in the evening. Walking out of the conference room, the setting sun shone on the campus of Beihang University, and the warmth of twilight came to my face; The freshness of autumn, like the faint fragrance of flowers, is refreshing. The fatigue of the whole day is gone.

The gathering dinner of Chinese and foreign experts and scholars is full of warmth without borders. Overseas scholars are humorous, while domestic experts are humorous and interesting. I was surrounded by affection all night.

Moved by Tsinghua University and Lanzhou Institute of Chinese Academy of Sciences, the two professors flew to Chengdu to attend the tribology conference immediately after the lecture. Moved by professors from China Southern Airlines and Henan Polytechnic University, I arrived in Beijing tonight 10 to attend the bionics conference. I went to see two professors, neither of whom mentioned fatigue, and they enthusiastically talked to me about the development of the International Bionic Engineering Society. BUAA's careful preparation, careful arrangement and tight schedule moved me to silence. ...

Since I came to work in the institute, I have a deeper understanding of the experts engaged in scientific research. They are so dedicated that they have never felt it. Therefore, the burden on me is getting heavier and heavier. Thank you for your concern, support and help.

At night, deep and soft music lingered in my ears, and the books beside my bed fell to the ground. Get up, open the window, the breeze Xu Lai, refreshing. ...

Leaning out of the window, the lights in the professors' rooms were on. They must be preparing tomorrow's report. Thank you, dear teacher. Go to bed early and take care of yourself. Let's welcome a brighter sunrise tomorrow. ...

Midnight, a melodious music. ...