600 words for the second grade composition outside the window.

The scenery outside the window is sometimes quiet and sometimes noisy, and different seasons also present different scenery! Below is 600 words of the second grade composition outside the window. Let's go and have a look!

Outside the window, it is still the familiar old banyan tree. Behind the tree is a large paddy field, which is randomly divided into pieces by ridges crisscrossed with yellow and green. There is a pool for irrigation next to it. 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 seedlings, 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.

It was the most crucial game of Go, and the deadlock that I couldn't open put me in the dilemma of fighting between heaven and man.

The sun is burning, as if it were my burning mood. Halfway through the first game, I met a very severe test in the game. Should I play this game of chess? If you play this game of chess, your opponent will have a chance to attack; If you give in, then this chess game will fall into a situation of not advancing or retreating. My heart is at war with the sky. After giving birth to this child, will it give me a chance to reverse it? Or will you lose Jingzhou? I grabbed the chess piece tightly and made a move, and the arc was like a half circle. I pressed hard on the chessboard and stopped being indecisive.

Facing the nine-year compulsory education, there seems to be no pressure to go to school. In fact, the multiple enrollment plan gives students more choices and more challenges. I remember when I graduated from primary school, my parents suggested that physical transcendence was the most needed self-transcendence. I hope I can apply for physical education class, but I think if I am admitted to physical education class, I have to practice ball and run during the day and have a lot of homework to finish at night. Between choosing to apply and not applying, I was caught in a battle between heaven and man. I have to face the transcendence of my studies and the limit and torture of my body.

This dilemma is actually everywhere in my life. In the life of middle school students, should I concentrate more on my studies, or should I willingly fall into the beautiful net woven by Jobs? Academic achievements can bring me full confidence, and the biography of Jobs has always resisted my spirit. I was caught in a battle between heaven and man. Finally, I told myself that I should plan my time well, be my own master and not be enslaved by my achievements. Don't be confused by beautiful things, listen to your own voice, learn in happiness, and stay happy in learning. I thought and thought, and decided to make myself crazy once, and went to physical education class. At this moment, I shouldn't hesitate to listen to my heart beating drums and make a brave choice!

When the chess pieces fall, the new battlefield attracts people's attention with a dazzling gesture. People don't waste their youth crazily, but try to break the myth for themselves and bravely expand their territory for life. I fought it bravely. No matter whether I win or lose, I am writing down the history for myself and confidently fulfilling the other half of my dream. Not afraid of choice, finding my own lost, finding the direction of learning, taking the right path and doing the right thing are all my sincere responses. The sunshine outside the window is still bright, like my confident smile.

I sat by the window alone, staring into the distance. Eyes, already crying red and swollen; Tears are still flowing. I didn't wipe it, let the tears flow to my mouth, and it was astringent. Let the tears wet the test paper with poor scores just handed out.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in front of the window, but I know that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I don't have time to think about it, but I'm still thinking about this exam. When the teacher read the score, my heart beat so hard that the more I was afraid, the more inevitable it was. I dare not face up to the teacher's bloodshot eyes, dare not look at the pathetic score, can't believe that this is my hard work for many days, but I have to believe that the poor score is right in front of my eyes and I failed.

The moonlight is bleak, like running water, pouring quietly on the table, making my face pale. I think of my parents, and I may still be working hard at this time; I think of my parents who get up early and work in the dark, so thin; I think of my parents' faces tanned by the sun, wrinkles carved on their foreheads by ruthless years, and chapped hands; Every time before leaving, I think of my parents' words of concern and my legs of expectation; Thinking of everyone who cares about her. Now ... I am ashamed of their concern.

Outside the window, the moon has risen so high; In the window, it's the same. Painful memories make me feel too tired. I looked up and tried to stretch my brain. Suddenly, a tall and straight image came into my eyes. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the poplar tree outside the window, the poplar tree that survived many snowstorms. It is taller and straighter than before. I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison and General Wellington ... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I had a cold war, and my mind was much clearer: no, I must not shrink back, I want to take back the first place that once belonged to me. Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, and everything in the past can only be wiped out. I want to start over, face failure with a new attitude and meet the next challenge. Tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my whole body. I turned on the light and the dormitory was much warmer. I looked at the test paper soaked with tears, dried my tears, picked up a pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for failure ... I want this failure to be my motivation.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured thousands of miles. I don't know when the stars came out. I blinked my naughty eyes and showed a bright smile on my face.

There is a small study in my home, which is where I study. The window of the small study faces a small piece of green land with some weeds and wild flowers growing on the ground. The most conspicuous are two trees: one is a maple, and the other is gardenia tree.

Maple trees have existed for as long as I can remember. When eating, grandma often tells me to eat more, saying that I want to compete with maple trees. If I eat too much, I will grow faster than a maple tree. I listen, eat hard. But no matter how much I eat, no matter how much I stand on tiptoe, no matter how much I jump, I can't grow as good as maple.

Gardenia tree was planted with her grandmother three years ago and began to blossom last year. I like her very much because I have watered her and caught insects. I often regard her as my bosom friend. If I have something on my mind, I will write it down and secretly bury it under the tree.

Whenever spring comes, maple trees sprout and give off bursts of fragrance, as if to tell me: Spring is coming, come out and play with us. Yes, the grass on the ground is so lovely, and the unknown flowers are smiling. The Xiaotian fields outside the window are full of thriving scenes.

In late spring and early summer, gardenias are in bloom, and the fragrance is incomparable to any expensive perfume. That is the body fragrance of the goddess of nature, the pure fragrance given to us by God, which is particularly refreshing and refreshing. Whenever I am tired of writing and reading, I will feel relaxed and tired as long as I stand by the window and enjoy her fragrance. The fragrance also attracted bees and butterflies, which buzzed, and the quiet little garden outside the window became a lively and happy world.

The most poetic is autumn. February is the season when maple leaves bloom. Autumn wind blows and beautiful maple leaves are sent to my desk from time to time. Sometimes, a red leaf comes quietly, like a letter from a maple tree, greeting me. Autumn is coming, and the weather is cold, so we need to put on more clothes! Sometimes, Ye Er's films come one after another, just like her naughty jokes. I cherish this friendly greeting, cherish the friendship of this friend, and always leave them behind, or put them in books as bookmarks, or make small ornaments to hang on the wall.

Nowadays, many people like high-rise buildings, luxurious decoration, solid security doors and heavy curtains to isolate themselves from the outside world, and they want to live in a safe. But I don't like it. Nature is the root of our humanity. Only by being close to nature can we maintain a broad mind of loving nature and the world, and maintain a simple childlike innocence.

The small window is a bridge between me and nature, and the small garden outside the window is a world where my thoughts run freely.

I love the world outside the window.

Outside the window, there are flying leaves; Outside the window, it is the wind floating on the earth; Outside the window, it is flying dust. Leafy, on this crisp autumn day, Betula platyphylla and Li Guo launched a big war. They just want to occupy a few more seats.

Peace, peace! How important this is. Everyone fled, tears flying in the wind. Everyone has lost their house, and people are always on their guard. A bomb may have exploded near you if you were not careful.

The wind outside the window gradually became stronger, which aroused the war horn of Betula platyphylla and Solanum lyratum. People with leaves have fled here, and the dust is flying. Everything is so vague and terrible. This small country among leaves is so similar to the human world, and tears wander on this battlefield with the wind.

In peacetime, it is better for a group of ordinary people to work hard, get a harvest with hard work, face every day with happiness, and turn difficulties into clouds. At night, everyone sits under the tree, looking at the beautiful moon and lovely stars in the sky, expecting the peaceful meteor to pass by, and they will feel a little warm in their hearts. However, the horn of war sounded, and the horn of peace hid aside. It cried and cried peacefully, but the war did whatever it wanted. The wind is watching, and it jumps and jumps. The roar of war resounded through the sky, the wind and the horn of war, revealing its true colors. The war began at the foot of the wind, and the wind began to make faces, louder and louder, drowning out the sound of war.

Thinking of those days, New Year's bell rang, New Year's Eve came, and there was laughter everywhere. When the spring breeze blows, a warm feeling rushes into people's hearts. It is bright red. Everyone walks across the street with candy and smiles.

The war broke all this, and Grandpa Sun left in a rage. On the horizon, several dark clouds approached slowly, and it thundered and rained. Grandpa Sun cried very badly. Wind, unbridled smile, the world is surrounded by its smile. There are many people who come to support, and there is a steady stream.

"Peace, peace!" Everyone shouted together: "The horn of peace, blow!" Let happiness pass on forever! Let everyone live in peace! "This may be a spell, but no matter what, a miracle happened!

The rain has subsided, the wind has subsided, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the sun father-in-law smiled and smiled a rainbow. Horn of peace-here comes the pigeon! It sings songs of peace and dances with peace. Happiness is coming again, peace is coming again! Happiness is coming! The rainbow made a peace line, the land of birch leaves and chestnut leaves was divided, and everything became so beautiful!

Every time I am tired, I always tilt my head gently 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.

In the year of 600 words outside the window of the second day of writing, the red sun, the 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 forward 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.

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 stem is upright and straight, and the leaves evenly surround the stem, like putting a wavy skirt on the 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.

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. ...

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.