I finished my homework outside the window today, and I thought, what should I do? Watching TV is boring. Going out to play is too tired. Let's open the window and get some air! As soon as I opened the window, I was fascinated by the scenery in front of me. Through the window, I saw rows of willows sprouting. From a distance, rows of willows were blown by the wind, propping up her soft body. Pines and cypresses are still dark green, so green and so tall, as if they were soldiers, guarding our homeland forever. The flowers are so bright, so brilliant and so unforgettable. Look at the white magnolia standing proudly, like a girl in white gauze, graceful, refreshing and holy. Flying butterflies left footprints on beautiful flowers. I suddenly smelled a smell of earth. Compared with here, high-rise buildings are much inferior. Through the window, I see tall buildings standing on the horizon, manipulating the human world like giants, so that lonely and helpless people can only see a sky. How big is the sky? This is a question that I have been thinking about. Through the window, I saw the children very happy and laughing heartily. I really envy those innocent and lively children who can enjoy themselves like that without asking anything. They are so lovely and beautiful among the red flowers and green grass. They play in the water to show their passion; They are rolling, and their red faces show great vitality; They are skipping rope. From their bouncing feet, I can see that they are smart and happy ... when I "come back", my eyes are still the same scene-flowers, grass, trees and wood outside a window. Outside the window (2) I have a small room, or it can be said that the small room binds me. I have known since I was a child that I am different from others. I don't like the noise outside, the dust raised outside, the garbage everywhere outside ... in short, I don't like everything outside. I like my small room, quiet and peaceful. In an empty room, there will always be my busy figure. I want to clean my little room, spotless. Then I was the only audience in the tidy room. I don't like sunshine. It always enters the house unscrupulously, making the gentle hut light up. It always stings my eyes. So, I closed the curtains. Sunshine, I don't welcome you either. I don't like wind. Inadvertently, I blew up the neatly arranged test papers and scattered them all over the floor. So, I closed the window. Feng, you are not welcome either. I am the only one left in such a big room. How cozy it is! I hope it is always so quiet. One day, however, a burst of laughter passed through the window and through my eardrum. I opened the curtain, huh? It's snowing. Snow has become precious here. In the snow, several children were having a snowball fight, and laughter echoed in the sky. Suddenly, I had a strange feeling-a feeling I had never had before. That may be an impulse! So, I threw down the thermos and rushed downstairs ... "Little friend, would you like to have a snowball fight with you?" Those children nodded at me with innocent smiles. As a result, my running footprints appeared in the snow, one after another, countless. Finally, the children all went home. Ah, the sun is out. I waved the sweat off my forehead and took a deep breath at the rising sun in Ran Ran ... Outside the window, it turned out to be so wonderful! Outside the window (3) it seems that I have been living in an indifferent state, and everything that emerges around me seems to have nothing to do with me. The sunshine in winter has a warmth that makes people fall asleep. It seems that it can only be projected on me through countless clouds, which makes me feel that it is neither thick nor shallow, like a pair of gentle hands soothing the unknown emptiness and fear in my heart. ? Outside the window is the cold of winter that has been blocked, but now the sunlight comes in directly, with half of the oblique light coming into my eyes. So I think I can only get drunk at this moment. Because I am always awake, I have to bear the pressure from all sides. But the surging future direction and impulse in my heart desperately support me to overcome fatigue. ? I fantasize that one day all the manic factors involving me will be hidden. Think of the unique scenery in the desert, the long figure dragged by the sun at sunset. The figure drifting away in the warm wind, holding a thin horse, blowing Yu Di, fluttering with the beauty of loneliness and decline, carrying beauty, leaving the evening breeze still, suffocating in my little pavilion. I even stared at the bright moon in the sky in fear, watching its swaying posture and enchanting publicity, thinking of the fear of devouring the soul day and night. It turns out that after stripping away the false truth, I am still vulnerable to fear in the dark. ? The window in front of my bed may not be open for a long time! ? Years have rusted its face, and time has faded its color, leaving only rows of deep and shallow traces, as if to tell me that the vigorous days have quietly disappeared in a trance, like running water, never to return. I suddenly remembered how much I loved sunshine before, and watched it penetrate my memory again and again. Recalling the sound of bamboo and the pavilion, it seems that only those images of reincarnation will emerge again and again in a helpless afternoon, with no route and no retreat, swallowing wounds again and again until there is no blood left. ? I didn't even touch the window with my hand. If the window of the heart is clumsily closed from an afternoon, I will never open the window again. I will never care about everything around me again. I have forgotten the thin ivy outside the window and the sunshine climbing up my window. Always excluded from the heart. ? All the flowers, paths, ancient trees and rattan chairs from the memories were cut off from the castle on the same day, and all the streams, pets and plants disappeared in anguish and pain. Everything I left outside the window, is it still there? Are they all okay? Pushing open the window, the sun suddenly came in and covered my desolate forehead. I poked my head out and saw ivy climbing intimately along the roof. In an instant, green filled my heart. The evening breeze in the sunset crouched by the window and whispered my name. The world outside the window (4) flapped its delicate wings, bathed in the sunshine of the past, shook off the uneasiness of summer and put on golden eyes. On the other side, it is still the homeland of the cold wind, filled with a faint fragrance. A familiar voice is calling, a gentle language is lingering in the dream, and a heavy commitment is precipitated in the bleak spiritual wilderness. How many stormy nights, I asked myself that I didn't live up to my expectations, but I didn't find the world outside the window so wonderful; How many sunny days, I wandered alone on the campus avenue, but I didn't find the charm of the world outside the campus-outside the window; How many illusory dreams, I am like a wandering in a daze, never trudging through the world outside the window. Later, I found a creature flapping its wings quietly in the world outside the window. It's like an elf still standing in a pool of blood. It seems to be pursuing the mystery and flying melody of Dunhuang murals a thousand years ago with thoughtful feelings. The artistic conception of "a grass comes out of water, Wu Dai is in the wind" immediately took root in my shallow mind. I can't help but marvel at how profound and thought-provoking the world outside the window is. My consciousness immediately told me that the name of this creature was butterfly. Sometimes I mistake myself for a butterfly flower. On the spacious avenue, in the antique garden, I exude a faint fragrance, like the fragrance of gardenia, which instantly permeates the whole space. I thought: Is this the spiritual world God gave me? Or the farewell of former butterfly friends? If it is heaven again, then I can't say clearly ... Some people say that a flower is a world; A beautiful flower is a beautiful world. This world is the world outside the window, the world outside the window of the soul. I am eager to pick up an ordinary and extraordinary pen in the dead of night and pour out my emotional waves in Tian Zi Square; I prefer to use distant thinking to freeze my fragile mind and the world outside the window in poetry. I gradually feel that the world outside the window is the life source of my spiritual pillar. May the world be colorful and full of endless water of life. Gradually, I feel that the world outside the window is like my footprints lost in a meditation paradise on the vast Gobi desert, and then I see the long scene of "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen". Ah! The world outside my window, I hope a beautiful dream can remind the world ... (5) The interface of Word is open, and it is as blank as my heart. When the transmission is interrupted in the process of surfing the internet, hallucinations often cross my mind like black and white interfaces. Outside the window, buildings, trees and the sky, far and near, let the dust melt into a color, and the sun shines on it, showing a golden tone. I am a woman who often feels uneasy. Fortunately, the sunshine outside the window attracted almost all my eyes today. The forum of 2 1 1400 can't log in again, and the mood notes have been screened, so I joined the mood notes group after being bored. I was surprised to meet a group of friends who used to get along well, such as Xiao Fei and Xiao Rou Hai Shang. When I went out to buy food at night, I rubbed my sour eyes, stretched myself beautifully and dropped the "real Shi Ming" on the bed. Put on the new "Daphne" shoes, 6 inches tall. I haven't worn high heels for a long time, so I'm not used to it. I looked in the mirror when I went out, and it seemed darker, thinner and more gaunt than before. . When I went downstairs, I met an old man who bought food upstairs. In fact, he is not old, only in his 40 s, but his hair is too white, so I always call him "old man" behind his back. When I walked to the front, I suddenly saw it and was shocked. My heart is shaking, my pulse is accelerating, and my chest is hurting. Honey, I thought he was wearing a black hat. Who knew that he had dyed his gray hair black and rotten? I guess he also used inferior germanium glue, and his hair was hard to help. I don't know what I rubbed on my sallow face at ordinary times, and my eyes are black and white. A pale face reminds me of zombies. I looked down and pretended not to know. The new building of a home for retired veteran cadres nearby is under renovation, and the windows have not been installed yet. The sunshine is so uniform that every room is sprinkled with light and shadow, so the whole building stands half hidden and half obvious. Every window is exposed, like a computer screen in an Internet cafe. Suddenly, a head wearing a construction hat emerged from a window and disappeared before I could see it clearly. When we walk to Time Street, we are faced with vivid and vivid appearances. Noisy crowds, billboards, neon lights, long queues of cars, waves of ups and downs of people, couples hugging each other. Laughter, shouts, horns, shouts of selling vegetables, the crazy rhythm of pop music played in shops, the deafening sound of knives and guns, and the sound of wolves breaking gongs. I walked aimlessly with my hands in my pockets, and the 24 th road passed me slowly, and so did Rao. There is still a cloud of dust. I began to miss the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, where the rain fell on the roofs of different materials and made a crisp sound. Yes, I should live there for a while. I walked slowly past the shops and windows. In my eyes, these suddenly became strange. I seem to have entered another world from one world, and these two completely different worlds appeared before my eyes.