Composition describing outside the window 600 (1)

Outside the window to the south of the classroom, there is a huge community, but there is no noise at all. Only the wind passes by in a hurry.

Lying out of the window and looking down on tiptoe, you can see the plain scenery. A large piece of stone eaves blocked my view, but I saw piles of dust and leaves on the eaves. Seen from a distance, the withered and yellow leaves roll up one by one and cover the whole eaves. Some black wires are hidden in the leaves, more like cracks, showing the vicissitudes of life. Infatuated with this ancient rhythm.

My sight shifted to the right, and I saw large green fields and exquisite residential buildings dotted with them. The clusters of red flowers and green leaves embedded in the residential building were frozen in my heart for a moment. Those flowers are blooming brightly and brightly; Those green leaves are bright and just a little green. My sight is inseparable, and a trace of Qingtian drifts into my somewhat impetuous heart, drifting into the simplicity and tranquility of the garden.

In this community, there are many historical sites, such as the Dragon and Tiger Wall, the Bell Tower, and the Observatory... Their existence has raised the value of this community to another level, and has also increased people's respect for it.

I looked into the distance and saw one high-rise building after another surrounding the garden. Those buildings, in the sunlight, the glass reflected dazzling light, stole the limelight and unreservedly distributed its charm. But why, at this time in my heart, it brought me only the busy city of the slightest depression? This small and exquisite community seems to be hidden in the city, free from all distractions and isolated from the world.

The "face" tree downstairs shows its prosperity. When the sun shines and moves, the crown of the tree turns from dark green to dark green, and from green to dark green again and again, never tired of being quiet and vigorous. How can we see the depression in late autumn? Through the airtight leaves, there is a faint path lined with trees, and people walking through it from time to time... I can't hear people's' words, maybe it is so quiet that no one wants to break it.

A precipitated beauty, like a sketch, a touch of light color, proclaims the unique tranquility of the city, the stability of the years, listening to the wind whispering, just for peace and tranquility.

Composition describing outside the window 600 (2)

If you look at it from different times, the scenery outside the window is probably different, right? Sometimes it rains cats and dogs, sometimes it is cloudy. Sometimes the sun shines brightly, sometimes at dusk, sometimes at sunrise. Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it is like a piece of white cloth, and even birds do not fly. Who can scribble in the sky? Or dotted with a few white clouds. Or dyed the horizon red with the glow. Whose white handkerchief will be as clean as this day? Sometimes there is a sky in the river, and it is immersed in a blue with green look. Outside the window. Thank God for our happiness. Let's have a beautiful scene outside our window.

What if it's spring outside the window? The sky in spring is blue and clear. On the eaves, the ice began to melt. The nameless flower in the corner. Still fragrant. Spring girl is probably here, the enchanting flowers, the vitality of grass, and the tall and handsome trees. The spring outside the window is lively and fresh. How I want to fly with the wings of butterflies in the intoxicating flowers. I want to turn into a leaf on the tree, with spring eyes, and see what spring looks like. What if it's winter outside the window? Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. There was no one outside the window, only the snowflakes were falling, falling on the poles, on the trees, on the eaves, on the road, in the fields. The cold wind blew from people's tight necks, like a piece of flowing ice. The pond was completely frozen. A naughty child tried to walk over, but the ice broke down. Fortunately, he was saved from the pool in time. The scenery outside the window is different every day, every month, and every year. So, who has painted beautiful and wonderful pictures in nature, waiting for us to open the window and freely gallop the spirit in the wonderful colors and light and darkness outside the window?

Composition describing outside the window 600 (3)

I like the window, it is my eyes to see the world. Through the window, I can enjoy the afterglow of the sunset, the bright stars, the fresh grass, the fragrance of flowers... But what I yearn for most is the endless fields outside my home window.

I sat in front of the window and looked down. At the end of the transparent glass, there were rape flowers dancing in the wind like waves. The golden flowers, leaning against each other, embrace each other, and are especially dazzling under the sunshine. That bright yellow, filled with joy; The vibrant rape in that place shines brightly. There are groups of small insects under the flowers. A closer look shows that it is the bees who are working hard. Some of them are looking around, some are serious about collecting honey, and some are playing... Through the half open window, you can vaguely hear the bees whispering, maybe they are discussing how to collect honey. Outside the window of my hometown is a quiet and free life.

Farewell to the busy rape field, my eyes turned to my jujube tree. When I looked closely, my grandpa was climbing the high escalator, carrying the basket, and working hard to pick dates. The jujube tree leans against the stone wall, twisting its waist leisurely, and its head is full of red and green sweet dates. Jujubes are hanging on the tree lightly. When the breeze blows, thousands of jujubes are swaying happily and dancing in the wind, just like excited children playing with hippies. How lively they are! Grandfather soon picked a basket full of big dates, each full and bright, with red or green luster. After cleaning, grandpa smiled and gave it to me: "This jujube is sweet. It's native to our hometown. Please taste it. I was satisfied and giggled. At this time, I looked out the window at the jujube tree, which was full of heavy joy. Outside the window of my hometown is a carefree life.

The window is my eye to find beauty. I really yearn for the life outside the window, and I really miss the scenery outside the window!

Composition describing outside the window 600 (4)

Outside the window, the sky is clear, white and flawless, suffused with soft light, gently sprinkled on my desk, clean, fresh, ethereal, beautiful.

The town is still sleeping, and I am glad to set out. Standing in front of the window, peep at the face of all things when they are not aware of it. The fresh breeze quietly blows the ripples in my heart.

The distant mountains are shrouded in mist, which cannot cover the dark green mountains. The mountains and mountains all joined hands, so the fog and fog also continued, surrounding the city, like a comfortable cradle. From another point of view, towering mountains rise higher and more majestic. As far as you can see, the mountains seem to have penetrated into the sky and become a pillar of Pangu when he cut the sky and the earth.

The morning breeze was cool, and I saw the green light of the mountain under the light. At this time when no one cared, I made a promise for myself. "There are cold trees growing on the Jia'an Mountain. They compete with each other to reach the peak." It seems that Wu Jun's description of the wonders of mountains is just like this. No matter what kind of environment they are going to face, the mountains choose to go up selflessly in the most youthful season. They are not afraid of the long journey, but still want to dream long. They use their magnificent bodies to break through the fog shrouded confusion and grow savagely.

The world is clear and the water is clear. The water of Xunhe River is sparkling. She is a quiet and silent girl. Her long skirt, sapphire blue, and emerald green collide, flashing the original vitality and vigor. The river wind is whistling and the sound of flowing is babbling. She kept running, day and night, day and night. She is full of vitality. She wants to moisten the earth. In some parts of the world, there must be birds and warblers chirping, foxes and rabbits haunting, people living near the water, and everything nestles in her arms. What a wonderful scene it is! Suddenly, two or three egrets came into sight, just like butterflies flying, gradually hiding the fascination between flowers and plants. When he was entranced, his cock crowed and woke up a new day.

The lights in the street downstairs went out one by one, and the sky became clearer. There are a few passers-by, but they are all in a hurry. Let the October breeze walk through the streets and lanes, singing in a low voice. An elm tree next to the building stood alone, green. A few creepers on the mountain climbed up its back mischievously. The creepers, red by the autumn wind, were as beautiful as a maple, burning red. A tree is mixed with red and green, just like an elm giving birth to red flowers. I am also surprised and grateful to myself that the elm standing in silence has received a gift from heaven. But I also know that it will not just be silent there. It used to be young, and it used to complain about the injustice of God because of the bad environment, and cried red in the lonely darkness; It used to be simple, but also wanted to grow into a towering tree, happy in the sun. Later, when I found that it could not break through the roadside and grow taller and taller, I knew that it would not just enjoy in the sun. Even on the side of the road, it has to live brilliantly. Today, pedestrians will exclaim, "What a beautiful scene!". Elm then smiled: "What a wonderful world!" Then, still holding the original intention, quietly growing towards the sun.

The fingers of the wind plucked away the rustling sounds of the leaves and the elegant fragrance from where. Occasionally, there are birds singing, one, two, five, eight... "Good birds sing together and rhyme with each other.". There are more pedestrians, talking, laughing, and drifting with the wind. The dark day for a long time suddenly cleared up, and I felt that I had picked up a batch of lost treasure. The sun was like a sweet milk, and the white light enveloped the town. The street gradually becomes noisy, and this street will be as busy as usual

I never thought of the silence before prosperity, but now I have noticed it. Each appearance of silence has a process of secret efforts, and there are many souls who are unwilling to be mediocre. They make their own efforts to grow a prosperous society.

Outside the window, the autumn cold is chilly, and the trees are whirling. All things grow unremittingly, each supporting a prosperous fragrance.

Composition describing outside the window 600 (5)

The black and white clouds outside the window draw down a rain curtain.

At first, the cool wind was slowly blowing, the window was half open, and a thunder was approaching from a distance. It drove away the wind, and the scene before the rain appeared like a movie.

The screen was suddenly full of rain, falling on every leaf and flower, "crash..." The rain roared, "boom..." The screen flashed, and the voice became harsh. "Huh --" Cool wind came to rescue the soldiers, but the rain could not stop it, and it blew in all directions at once.

The screen became a black and white world, with black clouds and rain, white clouds and fog. I seem to lose my luster. The colors in the rain are difficult to tune out on the painter's palette. Some light came out, turning the rain white.

The thunder slowly weakened and gradually went away, leaving only the symphony of wind and rain. The rain fell on the ground and splashed everywhere, wetting grass roots, tree roots, and the wind that wiped the ground. The rain overflows from the clouds. Is the sky clear above the clouds?

The houses in the distance became clear and the sky brightened. The screen has returned to color, only the dew remains on the leaves.

The rain curtain like a transparent cloth, pierced by the sun, miraculously disappeared. It began to clear outside the window, and the thunder was thrown thousands of miles away. I guess there is also a rain curtain outside the window!

Author | Liu Hongrui, Class 6 (2), Sicun Primary School