No matter spring is full of vitality, summer is sunny, autumn is crisp, and even winter is snowy, it looks so beautiful from the window.
When I opened the window, a gentle spring breeze swept across my face, just like a pair of big hands stroking my face, very warm and gentle. Looking into the distance, you can see the flowers sticking out from the balcony next door, clusters of turquoise, so fresh and elegant, dotted with yellow winter jasmine, so gorgeous and full of vitality. Although spring is not as sultry as summer, nor as cold as winter, it attracts people with a warm breath. Outside the window, flowers are in full bloom, birds are singing and dancing, the sky is blue, white clouds are floating, and the flowers swaying beside the trees are charming and colorful.
In summer, the heat hides in the room and can't be dispersed. Open the window, a thin cool breeze blew in, and the heat gradually dissipated. A burst of drowsiness came silently, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and listen carefully to the birds singing in the forest. It is so harmonious, as if playing a wonderful symphony, with a sense of rhythm.
A few young trees that sprouted not long ago have been covered with clusters, clusters of branches and leaves, so bright green, dotted with some colorful flowers, very beautiful.
The coolness of autumn will always make people feel infinitely cool and have infinite reverie. Open the window, and you will see pieces of fallen leaves dancing like beautiful butterflies, swaying gently in the air, free and carefree.
After a while, it rained, and autumn rain was not as impatient as summer rain, which made people a little jumpy. If Xia Yu is like a fat doll, then Qiu Yu is a beautiful little fairy, so soft and calm.
The scenery in winter is always white. The tree is covered with white and the branches are covered with snow, which adds a unique vitality to the tree. The freshness of white brings people chills. The wind blew in through the window and on my face, making me tremble. The cold in winter is really indescribable. The car, the eaves, the trees and the ground are covered with snow, so pure.
Outside the window, it will always be a beautiful and colorful world.
It is another rainy autumn day outside the window. I looked out of the window. The persimmon tree by the door has long been red, and there are strings of red persimmons hanging on your fingers, which makes your mouth water. At this time, the persimmon has long lost its early acidity, showing a beautiful side in front of people, waiting for people to pick it at any time and sweet into people's hearts.
At this moment, I saw a figure. He is standing under the persimmon tree. He is thin, gray and emaciated, which makes people worry about him at first sight. It's stormy outside, and there are only pedestrians on the road except cars coming and going. He was the only one standing there alone, so different and out of place. I am worried about him again, fearing that the strong wind outside the house will blow him down; Worried that the raindrops as big as soybeans outside the window hit him hard and drenched him; I'm afraid I'll catch a cold when the cold wind blows; annoyed ......
I was relieved to see him hiding under the persimmon tree to avoid the rain. Who knows that he ran out from the place where he could hide from the rain under the persimmon tree and rushed into the place where it was easy to provoke a storm, preferring to be "bombed" by raindrops. In spite of the storm, he ran to a place where pedestrians had just left garbage, just to pick it up so as not to pollute the environment. At this moment, I know what this thin figure has done. He worked as a "beautician" in the city-a sanitation worker. Just like a teacher is a diligent gardener, just like a doctor is a sacred angel, just like a soldier is a solid shield. Sanitation workers are also a sacred profession. They have paid a lot for the cleanliness of the city and for this clean world. I also asked about their working hours, but their working hours were beyond my expectation. I thought the students got up early enough, but they got up much earlier than us. For example, I get up at half past six, but they all get up at four at the latest. What can I do in two and a half hours? They can sweep the whole street in two and a half hours, but it is short for us to sleep in bed for a while, but it is actually long for them.
They paid time not only for us, but also for the whole world. They also paid their patience. If you do what they do, you will be excited to do it for a while, then you will feel bored or even lonely, and then you will leave the broom to do something else. They also paid their attention. If you do, try to be a sanitation worker once. You sweep a street and feel that you have swept it very clean. This is for real sanitation workers, who will also sweep out a pile of garbage. You may not believe it. He will only tell you that it is your own carelessness and your own problem. They also paid their dignity. If you do, picking up garbage in front of others, you will definitely not stand the eyes of others and stop doing it. They also pay a lot of money for them ... if you work as a sanitation worker, they may not let you do it because you can't afford it.
Sanitation workers and even all those who contribute to the people, others and the world are also great. Why do we all look down on them? They also deserve respect, praise and care ... If I can help, if I can help, I would rather give him my raincoat and umbrella, take the broom from him and bend down to help him. I looked out of the window again, hoping to see that figure, hoping to help him and many people like him, because they have paid a lot for us.
It's already dark, and it's still the persimmon tree with heavy fruits hanging outside the window, or it's drizzling. I looked under the persimmon tree again, hoping to see the sanitation worker and the people who serve and pay for people like him, but it was completely dark and I haven't seen them yet. Maybe they went somewhere else! Maybe they went to help people in need! Maybe they ...
Outside the window, she is in poor health. She is always ill. When she is ill, she must go to the hospital. She is only about eight years old and is not sensible.
No, she's sick again. She is a frequent visitor to this hospital. However, she was a little ill this time. So, she was placed in my ward, where seriously ill patients lived.
There are two beds in this ward, one for her and the other for a little boy who looks older than him.
The little boy is kind-hearted and gentle to people. It's just that he's so lonely.
"Hello, can I talk to you?" The little boy greeted her shyly in a mosquito-like voice.
"hmm? Excuse me, this little brother, what did you say? " Her voice is very clear, and she is a cheerful and lively little girl.
"I said, can you talk to me?" The little boy's voice is a little louder.
"Of course, little brother. Why don't you tell me about the world outside the window! " She said excitedly, pointing to the next window. Because there are only windows near the little boy.
"This ..." The little boy hesitated. He looked out of the window and at her bright little face, at a loss.
Finally, he made up his mind and said, "Little sister, let me tell you something about the world outside the window!" " "
"That's great! Brother, let's get started! I can't wait! " Her smile is more beautiful than flowers.
"The world outside the window: in spring, a hundred flowers blossom; In summer, trees are shaded; Autumn is fruitful; In winter, it is snowy ... "He said slowly. She was intoxicated by what he said about beauty. Day after day.
A few days passed.
One night, my little brother rang the emergency bell at hand. I wonder if the clock is broken or something. The voice is too low. She wanted to help him, but she had a bad idea. ...
The next morning, people covered the little boy with white cloth and carried him away. She knew that he had passed away, but she got her wish. Her bed was moved to the place where the little boy used to sleep, that is, by the window.
She can't wait to sit up and admire the "Xanadu" outside the window, but who knows, there is also a high and empty wall!
She finally regretted that her brother was so kind to her, but she ...
I can see all this in my eyes and can't tell what it tastes like. I am a little flower.
Outside the window is the fourth window of the sixth grade composition in the world. What a common thing. And some people just use it to breathe. Excuse me, who has seriously thought about its wonders?
A small window, when you look far away, may be white, may be a tall building, may be a colorful garden, may be a piece of green grass, may be the sea, may be a rural family, may be a group of pigeons flying in the blue sky, may be a rainbow shining on the horizon after a heavy rain. ...
A small window, when you look in, may be the opposite residential building, may be a flowing stream, may be a tree-lined, may be an old wooden bridge with a slight charm, may be a child playing, may be an old man chatting, may be a neighbor greeting you, may be a street full of people and kings. ...
A small window can see truth and falsehood, good and evil, beauty and ugliness. ...
I often sit by the window and look at the outside world. Some people say that I am a well at the bottom of a well, looking into the sky, but I think that I can see a different world from any window that is not the size of the wellhead!
As you can see from my window, there are many roofs and some "open spaces" outside, all of which are flat on the house.
Those flat areas are covered with orange bricks. Although there are some open spaces, they can build a small toy house.
There is a tree in the middle of every house outside our window, which is very high. In summer, the leaves on those trees are dense and there are countless green leaves. There is a blue roof outside the window. I asked my mother what it was. Mom said it was a simple room. I think this is a blue vegetable shed.
I suddenly saw a black bird flying by. Look how light it flies! I saw a bare little tree swaying for a while. Obviously, it's windy now.
What is that? I looked at it carefully. Oh, it's solar energy! That house seems very tall!
Why is there grass on the flat ground on the roof outside my window? If I were a little ant, I would definitely think it was a dense forest.
Alas, I still look forward to the summer window, which may surprise me even more.
My home is a three-story house with a small yard. I love this home where I have lived for six years. Although not luxurious, it is very warm, especially the tree by the window. This is a wonderful memory of my childhood. My home is really great!
I like reading on the windowsill. The windowsill is elegant, light orange, and there are deliberately made gaps on it, giving people a very old feeling. The window is a beige wooden frame surrounded by light blue glass. The curtains are very artistic. Off-white with pale yellow dots and a circle of gold tassels on the side. Simple style and romantic mood, reading by the window is a happy thing!
The tree outside the window is a pomegranate tree. Every September, pomegranates are produced on trees, and only a dozen of them are broken every year. However, looking out of the window, the red leaves and a green leaf on the Guoguo tree are full of vitality! Look at the yellow leaves falling to the ground, like a soft carpet, filled with an autumn breath, as if it were a charming picture scroll!
The bend outside the window is growing slowly, but everything outside the window will always grow with the bend. ...
In my home, there is a very attractive "scenic spot", which is the scenery outside the window in the room, which is both natural and beautiful.
Whenever the morning comes, the window will turn into a dish, and there will be waves of fragrance, as if the food on the table is shouting at me, which makes me have to get up and taste it. Windows will also be a place for people to rest their eyes: I remember once, I was studying online and suddenly felt particularly tired, so I wanted to have a rest. I got up and looked out of the window: the mountain outside the window was quiet, as if asleep. The breeze blew me and looked at the big tree. Although I am old, I still say hello and wave to me. Suddenly, a butterfly caught my eye. She danced and showed her beauty with graceful dancing. Twitter!' It turned out to be a "singer" in nature. His crisp and sweet voice is so beautiful. Coupled with the dancing of butterflies, it seems to be a wonderful combination, and this jungle is like a stage for their hearts to sing to each other. It makes people happy, makes people happy, and makes people excited. That's what attracted me.
The scenery outside my window is not only natural, but also very beautiful.
Once, when I was resting in bed, I suddenly saw a little squirrel playing happily on an official road outside the window. Suddenly, as soon as the little squirrel vacated, he grabbed the pipe in one hand and almost fell down. The little squirrel shouted in the air, hoping that someone would save him. At this time, I was very scared and creepy, and I wanted to save him, but there was nothing I could do. Suddenly, a big squirrel passed by and saw it, desperately trying to save him.
Seeing this scene, I feel very gratified. This spirit of mutual assistance in nature is worth learning. I like the fresh and beautiful nature outside the window!
The writing looks immature, but it can be seen that it is written with great care. Perhaps this attitude is more important for knowledge and skills.