The composition of the second grade outside the window

In study, work or life, everyone has dealt with writing. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. I believe that writing is a headache for many people. The following is the composition of Grade Two outside the window for your reference only. Let's have a look.

When I am tired, I always tilt my head slightly and look out of the window.

I like looking out of the window because my windowsill is full of vitality. There are all kinds of plants outside the window, which are green all year round. Whenever I look at this delicate green, I can't help but recall the first touch of green.

This is a petite and lovely mimosa with light leaves dancing with the wind, like the wings of a swallow. It is so beautiful because it chose to persist in the face of setbacks.

That long rainy night, the wind blew hard. From time to time, the sound of branches being broken came from the balcony, only a bang was heard. Its position is only a bubble of rain, and my heart is tight. ...

I only remember that as soon as it cleared up, I rushed downstairs, searched in the grass for several days, and finally found only a twig. I heard that Mimosa is full of vigor, so I gave it a more exquisite home with the mentality of giving it a try, just like finding a treasure, and I took care of it as always. Slowly, slowly, it vomited new branches and sprouted, which became a beautiful scenery outside my window.

My eyes involuntarily looked to the right and finally stopped on another touch of green.

This touch of green, lush, both edible and ornamental, is a pot of oily wheat dishes. Although they are strong and green now, not long ago, they were weak seedlings. The sudden arrival of cold air made them feel cold. Some vegetable seedlings are half squatting in the soil; Some vegetable seedlings have turned over; Some vegetable seedlings were blown off by the wind ... the flowerpots were in a mess.

I don't believe they can survive, but I don't want to. I made several plastic boxes and covered the seedlings, so I didn't think about it anymore. When I think about it again, it is already a few days later, and the seedlings taken care of in the "greenhouse" grow as usual. I think, after such a big storm, it has survived strongly. Now, it should bravely stand up and leave the greenhouse.

Outside my window, there is a piece of green. Looking at them, I am deeply lost in thought, as are plants and people. Thanks to the green outside the window, I opened the window of my heart and let me see the world outside the window.

Outside the window, there are bleak everywhere, and the fallen leaves and the blue sky are intertwined into a magical picture. Some people will say that this is normal, but when you don't look up and look at the sky for a few days, you will feel that even the plain sky is so strange and sad.

The life of grade three is coming. Exercises, books and thick dictionaries oppress the table and my nerves. That's what I've heard all day. I don't think what to do if you don't get into high school. Your grades are still not ideal, and you will be scolded as soon as you relax in high school. Time flies so slowly, but it is also so fast. You often spend a day crying and forgetting, and occasionally look up in the sea of books. It will also hurt the spring and autumn thoughts. In this way, we unreservedly dedicated our fearless, beautiful, eager, simple and leisurely youth to the school, gave us test questions and gave us helpless results. Speaking of it, it is sad that we selectively ignore the happiness of the present for the sake of future happiness.

I remember my friend said that his buddy offended all the teachers, but he still lived happily. I envy such publicity. At that time, I thought that my propaganda would always exist and would not change, but after all, time is stronger than me. I still forgot, lost myself in the endless torrent, became quiet and felt sorry for myself.

We are all stubborn children, thinking that we can change the world with ourselves and walk through this period of youth without regrets. But just one step, we were stung by thorns all over, and finally we sighed feebly. We are stupid, but we will never feel wrong, because that pain is our gain.

A lot of time has passed unconsciously. If this continues, some people will say that we are wasting our time. Hehe, in order to seize every minute, I have to end it. We should all learn to live easily, happily and happily in this cruel world, even if we are black and blue, we will die.

I hope that we children with dreams will not lose this only beauty. So far, smile.

The spring breeze outside the window is quiet and rich, and the clock ticks. Many times, I just slip away from my fingertips without taking away a cloud. Those days and moods that accompanied time stayed in my heart and on paper.

Today, the weather suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, and it began to rain lightly. At this time, my mood is like the weather, staring at the scenery outside the window and chasing my classmates. I have been glancing at a person out of the corner of my eye-my good friend. I sat by the window. Since I entered the school, she will come to see me after school, chat with me and say it confidentially. But this time, instead of looking for me, she chatted with other students in our class ... I was very unhappy, but what could I do?

Outside the window, the rain is falling, and my mood is getting more and more upset. I remember that on a rainy day, neither she nor I brought an umbrella. They foolishly used schoolbags to shelter from the rain. When they got home, they were not only soaked to the skin, but also got their textbooks wet ... but I was still very happy. But now that the man outside the window is gone, will there be such an impulse? The more I think about it, the more annoying it gets. After a while, I felt a little relieved. I asked myself: can't we deprive him of the right to make friends? Is it selfish to think so? ..... I felt ridiculous for my behavior after I realized it, and I could not help blushing. ...

She suddenly turned to me, and she really came towards me! She smiled sweetly: "Sorry, I just asked your classmate if he changed places." "It doesn't matter." I said, my heart is full of unspeakable joy: I feel that I am the happiest person in the world again!

Outside the window, the rain has not stopped. In the rain, two people carrying schoolbags rushed into the rain curtain. ...

That year, red sun, red sun; Blue sky, blue sky; That year, the sun was still red and the sky was still blue.

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That year's summer vacation seemed particularly hot, as if every living thing was moaning fretfully. A phone call broke the original silence and shattered all illusions. I break the reality and let my dreams fly! On that day, I came to this building with all my dreams and all my hopes carefully arranged. I looked at the roof, oh! The sky is blue.

I stepped closer and stood at the door, trying to take back my feet. I have no courage, because there is no one behind me. Maybe there's still a way for me to go back, but I can't go back to the end! If you take a step forward, then you win, and thousands of people applaud me; If you lose, maybe thousands of people will spit on you. Is it going in or out? It's almost time. I took back my steps and turned around, but through the French window glass, I saw the blue sky, that kind of deep blue. ...

I turned around again. Who said there was no one behind me? There is a blue sky! Yes, and the red sun! By the way, have you forgotten that you wish to put it away? Are you ready to give up? Don't! I no longer hesitate to walk so hard step by step, because people with hope in their hearts should be down to earth.

Here, all the noisy sounds have nothing to do with me, because the sound of table tennis falling off the stage is the melody I pursue, and that melody will live in my heart forever.

Three games, so long, you don't see the sun, will time be lazy? Are you still awake? Oh, no, you are my dream. Can I ask you not to fall asleep? I looked up and saw only the reinforced concrete ceiling. It is in a world that I want to be isolated that I am at a loss and most unwilling to admit that I have to face it.

I turned around. It's terrible. There is no one behind me. The sun, my dream; Blue sky, my hope. Did I forget to bring you in? In a world without people, I must be strong alone. Break yesterday and invalidate the past! Failure is nothing.

I turned around and saw the sky outside the landing window again. It is still blue.

I sat at my desk doing my homework, and it rained cats and dogs outside the window. I looked up out of the window. Suddenly, a scene in the rain attracted me. A father was riding slowly in the rain, and there was a small figure behind him-what a familiar picture. ...

I remember it was raining cats and dogs that day, and I was late for class. I was so anxious that my father looked out and said, "I'll see you off ..." After that, he took me out with a small umbrella. Downstairs, my father hurried to the place where the motorcycle stopped, while I held my umbrella in place. When the car started, I got on in a hurry.

"It's raining hard. Take an umbrella." Dad's voice reached my ears with the wind and rain, which was particularly clear. The wind is strong, the rain is heavy and the umbrella is heavy. I always feel that it will be blown over. After a while, my pants and shoes were almost soaked, and my father was all wet. The rain ran down my neck and into my clothes. I tried to hold up my umbrella, but it always ran away disobediently. The father suddenly said, "hit yourself and take care of yourself." It's better for both of you than getting wet. " As soon as I heard about this job, I thought what my father said was reasonable, so I pulled my umbrella back and completely covered myself. At that time, I thought to myself, I am much more comfortable now. I wish I didn't get wet, but I forgot my father who got wet by bike.

When I arrived at the cram school, I was not very wet, but my father's body was not dry. I feel sorry for my father and ashamed.

"Fortunately, you are not wet. Go in and have a good class. I'll pick you up after school. " Say that finish, he rode away, in the rain, his figure gradually blurred. ......

"Have you finished writing the attributes?" My mother's voice interrupted my memory.

"Almost finished." I sighed and said that the father and daughter who rode bicycles outside the window had gone far, but the figure of my father in the rain that day haunted my mind for a long time. ...

Outside the window, it is still the familiar old banyan tree. Behind the tree, there is a large paddy field, which is divided into pieces by a string of yellow and green ridges, and next to it is a pool of irrigation water. There are willows around the pool. As long as there is a little wind, there will be a green wave.

A year is in spring. When the spring thunder rings, the villagers will sow seedlings in the fields one after another. I like it. I like to sit by the window and watch them quietly, bending over, transplanting rice, moving my feet, and circulating skilled movements over and over again. This is primitive and perfect. Although there are many hard-working people, they seldom talk. Come on. At this time, the clearest sound is the croak of frogs.

The sun in summer is always so hot that everyone's blood is boiling. There are many people busy in the fields. Everyone is talking and laughing, very harmonious and energetic. There are many things in this season, such as water diversion, fertilization, loosening soil and pest control. People are diligent and not lazy. Perhaps it is because there are many things in this season. After dusk, people in twos and threes are scattered under the banyan tree by the Gengtou River, smoking, drinking tea and chatting. People are here, cicadas are there, and their voices are crisp, elegant and broad. ...

When the rice is ripe, everyone in Huang Chengcheng is harvesting the rice. No pains, no gains. The happiest thing at this time is to smash the millet machine. They are always singing vigorously, as if the world is full of charm. This sound is comfortable to listen to. Perhaps this is the voice of the winner.

The children are also very happy. The kites in their hands are flying in the autumn wind, but a few simple kites also make the sky more empty. Fly, fly. In the sound, it really flies higher and higher, flying farther and farther.

In such a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, we simply don't realize the cold in winter, and everyone is still busy. There are no snowflakes flying here, and there is no cold wind raging. Some people here are always working hard. I prefer to listen to this silent voice.

I like to see the scenery outside the window, listen to the voices outside the window and look at the people outside the window.

On Friday afternoon, I did my homework in the room as before, and the laughter outside the window was endless, which successfully attracted my attention. I poked my head out and saw a group of children playing gun games on the haystack downstairs. They hid in the bushes, cheered and jumped on the green lawn, and had a good time. This familiar scene reminds me of my childhood.

I remember it was in the first grade of primary school. One afternoon, when I was still having dinner at home, I heard familiar footsteps coming from the corridor. I knew who it was, so I ate three, five and two meals and hurried out with my family. I bumped into a man shorter than me when I went out. I forgot to shout pain and dragged him to the lawn in the middle of the yard. This is our destination. It's still early, and the children can enjoy themselves.

When I got to the lawn, I found him holding a gun in the other hand. With a hint of showing off and superiority, he shot at me and said, "This is a water gun that my dad bought for me in other places. Very precious. "

"Then use your gun and let's see who plays better." He nodded in agreement. But what can we do to see its power? We think hard. Suddenly I saw a vegetable field with leeks and onions in front of me, and I had a good idea.

He and I stood 3 meters away from the vegetable field, carrying 50 bullets. Whoever knocks down more vegetables wins. I loaded the bullet, aimed at 3: 0 1, fired the first shot, knocked down an onion, and then he knocked down the second, and then, the third … the fourth …

We made a mess of the original green vegetable fields, and we didn't think of the consequences until it was all over. Just then, my mother came over. I wanted to run, but it was too late, but he had already run. I was severely beaten that day.

The wind blew, and I was a little cold, which woke me up from my memories. Looking at those frolicking children outside the window, I couldn't help laughing. Happy time is always so short, and memories are always so beautiful.

After sitting at the computer desk for a long time, I went to the window, opened the window, stretched myself, felt the autumn wind and looked at the scenery outside the window. It's beautiful.

You can see the flower bed in front of the window, full of Ao Shuang chrysanthemums standing upright and blooming in the wind. The strip petals in the middle of the chrysanthemum rolled inward like eagle claws, and the surrounding petals stretched outward, slightly bent and drooped, and poured down like a waterfall. The stems and leaves of chrysanthemum are dark green, the stems are upright and straight, and the leaves are evenly surrounded around the stems, like wearing a wavy skirt for chrysanthemum. There are many colors of chrysanthemums in the altar: red as fire, white as snow, yellow as gold, pink as rosy clouds, green as jade, and purple is more beautiful. Chrysanthemums of different shapes tremble in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, lingering and bringing people into a fairy-tale world. Chrysanthemum has a beautiful appearance and a wide range of uses, but its strong will, Ao Shuang's character of fighting the cold and indomitable spirit make me praise it.

There is a gravel road outside the flower bed, and many maple trees are planted next to the gravel road. "The car sits in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." This is the Maple Leaf written by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Autumn dyed the maple leaves as bright as blood. From a distance, the row of maple trees, like a burning flame, dyed the sky red. In the gentle breeze, the maple leaves swayed gently, whirled and danced like butterflies, and landed on the path, paving a thick layer of maple leaves for the earth.

It's raining, and the autumn rain hangs over the sky like layers of veils. It flutters like smoke and fog. Standing at the window, I seem to hear the autumn rain whispering something to people.

On the gravel road, the old people talked together, the children chased and played in the falling maple leaves, and their cheerful laughter spread far in the autumn wind. Couples are holding hands, snuggling up, walking in the autumn rain with the rustling sound of fallen leaves. It is a beautiful picture.

In my spare time, leaning against the window to enjoy this beautiful scenery can always make my mood return to calm and indifferent.