A tracery is a flower stuck on a window. My mother told me, "When I was in my hometown, some windows were made of wood with enough white paper on them. During the Spring Festival, skilled girls cut their own window grilles, which are very beautiful. Red window grilles are pasted on white paper. From a distance, they really look like flowers. " I asked my mother, "Mom, have you ever cut the window grilles?" Mom said, "Yes, but I only cut a single flower, but I didn't cut it together."
When visiting the supermarket, my mother and I saw a lot of beautiful window grilles, so we shouted for my mother to buy more to paste.
Now the windows are all made of glass, so we stick them on the glass. In my father's and * * *'s bedroom, we put up two heart-shaped window grilles to show that my father and mother love each other. In my bedroom, there are two window grilles with calves. My mother wants me to study hard. On the balcony window, we hung a big round tracery, which means our home is round, my mother said.
Mom said that people now call these "paper-cutting arts". Shanxi paper-cutting is very famous, but a university asked. Looking at the beautiful window grilles, I want to cut them.
That's a shiny little window.
Outside the window is a large wheat field, a green wheat field. Inside the window, I always like to look out of the window and fill my eyes with green. Whenever the sun shines, the wheat fields shine against the sun. The wind gently blows through the wheat fields, and the wind gently rises and falls, just like a green Wang Yang, with rough waves. I am so attached to this intoxicating scenery that I won't take my eyes off it for a moment. That little window carries my thoughts.
It was another dusk. After a dull day, I opened the curtains to brighten the room. Once again, I sat by the window and stared at the distant fields. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, and the wheat field seems to be intoxicated with its beauty, sleeping quietly under the sky. The wind is no longer blowing and the sun is no longer warm. All the restlessness has subsided at this moment, and only the sunset is slowly telling the beauty of dusk. The line of sight is looming, but the shadow of the tree grows longer and longer, and finally, the shadow disappears.
As night falls, the night is thick.
It is the stars that light up the wheat fields, the sky and my eyes. The scenery outside the window is still the same, just a little more stars. The crescent moon is as cold as a hook, and the wheat fields are glittering and translucent under the moon. Nothing is more attractive than the wheat field at night. The leaves outside the window rubbed against the window, making a rustling sound, as if playing a touching chord for this silent night. The night has really come, releasing its unique beauty. The stars in the night sky are like children's eyes, without any impurities, and they are extremely pure in the night sky. The night is like ink, everything in the world is shrouded in darkness, and the fear and fear rising in the dark shadow are also gradually integrated into my heart. Those quietness and peace are also accompanied by my deep sleep.
Gradually, the darkness was diluted a little, and the warm sunshine greeted me outside the window. Darkness has disappeared, fear has disappeared, and the wheat field is still green, which is still what I yearn for.
The scenery outside the window is always so intriguing.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I had a pair of enviable watery eyes. Everyone can't help praising my eyes when they see me: "Oh, your eyes are really beautiful!" " "But one day, my good friend in kindergarten put on a pair of glasses! I couldn't figure it out at the time. How can she wear glasses? Why does she wear glasses? My idea at that time was: people who wear glasses must look good!
In the first grade of primary school, my eyes were still so bright and watery! But in an extracurricular tutoring class in grade three, I couldn't see the words on the screen! I can't tell, it's true! Mom took me to see a doctor, and the doctor said it was okay. Just watch your eyes! At that time, I fell in love with computers and TV. When I didn't notice it, my vision slowly, gradually, faded little by little.
Time is slowly passing, and I can't read the words on the blackboard clearly. I dragged my parents to get my glasses. Glasses are not beautified now, and eyes will help you when your eyes are not enough. Qian Qian never thought that I would be nearsighted and wear glasses.
So, I just want to say a word, the eyes are the windows of the soul, let's protect it together!
What would the world be like without eyes? Without eyes, the sun and the moon lose their value, and the stars lose their shining charm; Without eyes, the world would be dark; Without eyes, we can no longer see red flowers and green grass, clear streams, deep blue sky and high mountains. ...
The eyes are still the windows of the soul, from which the good, the evil, the beautiful and the ugly are revealed. A kind person, you will find his eyes clear as a stream and holy as a gem; Malicious people, you will see his eyes dim, dirty, as boring as dust. At the same time, eyes can also help you identify people's tastes. Children who love reading always have bright eyes and extraordinary temperament; Children who love to lie, their eyes are as evasive and unpredictable as thieves. Students, there are many things invented for eyes in the world, such as glasses and books to prevent myopia, but none of them can make your eyes healthy and temperament. Just be healthy. Glasses can only make objects clear temporarily. Books that prevent myopia can only prevent myopia when you are reading. But you can't just read books in your life. No matter how advanced the technology is, what you make is still flawed. Therefore, you can only rely on yourself to love glasses. Students should do more eye exercises and pay attention to eye hygiene. Besides, I will teach you a wonderful idea. First, put the frustrated hot hand on your eyes and persevere, which will help your eyes to be healthy!
Love eyes! It gives us light and a beautiful world!
There is a row of connected windows on the south side of the second floor of the old house. In my spare time, I always close the curtains, put my hand on the balcony and quietly admire the window.
There is a osmanthus tree on the right side of the window. It's not as tall and straight as poplar, only with grayish brown curved branches. In early autumn and September, osmanthus blossoms. Small clusters of golden yellow, like the stars in the sky falling on the tree and broken, are also like gold ingots hanging on the lucky tree, which makes people fondle. Osmanthus fragrans is most famous for its fragrance. "There is a name called Osmanthus fragrans, which has always been fragrant." Osmanthus fragrans will always be around and occupy the old house. This fragrance beats your heart, dispels the haze in your heart, and makes your eyes shine and your body and mind feel comfortable. It's "natural carving", and I can never get tired of listening to it. I often think that if the fragrance can be stored, I can smell sweet-scented osmanthus every day.
There is a small flat field across the road directly ahead, with tea and other crops. Many busy figures are sweating like rain, and colorful clothes contrast with the colors of the fields, forming a landscape. There is a dense bamboo forest in the south of the field, like a natural barrier and like rows of loyal soldiers: straight bamboo is a strong man, and the bamboo with a little bend in the upper part is a hunchback veteran. When the wind blows, they sway, and I seem to hear a crunching sound.
The bamboo forests and fields outside the window seem to be green all year round. In midsummer, they are so green that they seem to drip down and shake your eyes. In winter, they put on white gauze clothes, but they can still see lovely green. Together with the farmhouse with white walls in Tanobei, narrow streams and several distant green hills, it constitutes a paradise, which is exactly what Rainbow Anshi described as "a green circle with one water to protect the fields, and two mountains turn green".
There is a Little Square dozens of meters to the left of the farmhouse. In the evening, the aunts danced in the square dance with songs. They flexibly raise their arms, wave fans, twist their bodies and even turn around. Their posture is light and full of energy, as if they were ten years younger at once. There is a stage next to the square, and there is a high-level opera during the New Year. There are lively and cheerful horns, clean horns with long beards, and raw horns that love fighting ... my favorite is clowns. I saw him with a white nose and a moustache, often dressed in black, shaking a broken fan, hunched his back and walked out in duck steps. It took only a few words to burst into laughter.
Oh, outside the window ...
The window is closed and gloomy. Amuse yourself in your own world, lonely and happy, but lonely after all. When the window is opened, the sun may shine in, and a disappointing world may appear in front of you, but you are no longer lonely. ...
The hazy September ushered in an early autumn rain, and Ye Er gradually turned yellow and fell. Birds fly away gradually, and their songs are getting farther and farther away. The rain hit the ground, splashing "click" sound, this is a silent curtain call.
I just sat in a strange classroom, casually, they just sat in the classroom and looked at me, which made me very uncomfortable. I put my head in my hand slightly and looked at the front with glassy eyes. There seems to be nothing around me, and I can't go back. I've already been here.
The first transfer is not good. I don't really want to pay attention to those people who have only been with me 1 year. I locked the window dimly, as if there was silence all around, and I was the only one.
I'm still walking alone on my way to school, complaining at my feet. I watched you play. You laughed loudly and had a good time. Last time you invited me, I quit with a smile, and somehow I felt itchy this time.
I took a picture of myself, turned my head and stepped up. I'm running away. I thought I was happy to go home. My old classmates chat with me on their mobile phones every day, unlike at school, where there seems to be no one to meet.
That night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I turned off the hypnotic music in my mobile phone and sat up and thought for a long time.
So the next day, someone saw me playing in the crowd. On the way to school, the shadows of three people seem to become very long in the sunset. ...
I slowly pushed open the closed window, and with a faint creaking sound, the window opened and the sun shone in. It's late spring and May, but the flowers are still fragrant.
In two months, we will graduate, and we will go to different places. The difference is that this time, with that disappointment, I have opened the window of friendship. Breeze Xu Lai, fallen leaves come again, is this sad for our parting? Will our fate be as yellow-green as this Ye Er, falling with the spring breeze?
The window is still open, birds and flowers are singing outside the window, and in the sunset, I wonder if the shadows of these three people can reunite?
Through the window, the big magnolia tree in the yard comes into view, standing all year round. From blooming to dying, we spent two years together.
Spring is the season when Magnolia is in full bloom. After a rainy spring rain, the flowers and bones of the tree will bloom overnight. The glistening flower stands on the craft, and the flower tip is still light pink, which is very beautiful. If you walk in the yard at this time, the smell of Wang Lanhua will come to your nose. It was really intoxicating noon in the pavilion, and one or two birds landed on the magnolia tree, blocking the first beautiful noon. At night, all the children ran out of the house, went down to the magnolia tree, picked up the flowers that fell from the tree and put them in the petals. In a short time, they can pick up a handful, take it home, put it in their own small jar, and smile as if they had got something unique …
In summer, peony, rose and rose just began to bloom, and when they were in full bloom, they began to show signs of withering. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms." This is the best description. Many people always say this sentence, but there are several things that can really be done ... "When there is a contradiction with others, do you do it again, regardless of gains and losses, take a step back?" When you encounter difficulties, do you have the patience to solve them? " I stood at the window and looked at the withered magnolia trees in the yard, silently asking myself.
Compared with other flowers, Magnolia tree has a unique blooming, reaching the climax of blooming and living freely and smartly. I think this is probably the highest level that a person can reach in his life ... "'Everyone wants to be a peony, but I want to be a magnolia' is like a clean stream in the world of flowers." I was chanting such a doggerel. I didn't understand the meaning of this poem before, but now I suddenly understand it.
There are many beautiful scenery outside the window, but I only love the magnolia in the courtyard outside the window.
Through the glass, towering buildings and noisy markets are drifting away.
Lying in front of the window, snowflakes are flying, falling on the window and on the grass, and cows in the distance lean over and eat grass leisurely. A green lake came into view, and the lake remained motionless for a long time, reminding me of "the lake is full of moonlight, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface." The patchwork white-walled, black-tiled Huizhou folk houses are surrounded by milky white fog, looming in the rolling mountains. The scattered white fog is soaked, one white and one black like an ink painting.
When the car drove forward, I felt as if I were in a deserted prairie. On both sides of the road stand layers of reeds, just like sentries, guiding passers-by. A cold wind blew, causing yellow waves among the reeds. A few egrets fluttered their wings and landed lightly on the reeds, adding some beautiful white to the yellow reeds.
As night fell, the car drove slowly and shuttled through the endless river of cars. At this time, all the cars outside the window are flashing bright red lights, turning the high-speed at night into a long flashing river.
In fact, each of us has a window in our heart, which determines your life.
Everyone in the world has a kind heart. Of course, there are also some evil hearts. Although we have evil hearts, we also have good hearts. I often see thieves on TV, and they also have kind hearts. Why do they go bad? Perhaps their kindness has decreased and their evil has increased. It is precisely because they all have the psychology of getting rich overnight for nothing, but what is the result? Don't you get caught by the police every time? Why don't you study hard? Work hard? Even if you steal money and rob it, is it comfortable to spend it? You must work hard on the ground. Wouldn't it be better to get money like this?
Each of us has a window in our hearts, a good window and an evil window. Our life depends on which window you open.
10 The eyes are the windows to the soul. Open this window and you will find a different kind of beauty.
I feel inexplicably agitated recently. Writing a composition is like coping with an errand. I always feel that there is nothing to write, so I can only find some materials to fill in the blanks. "Wonderful things happen every day in the world. Why don't we have them around? " I complained to my best friend. The best friend didn't speak. "When did it become so quiet?" "Wait for me." The friend said mysteriously, "Be right back!" After a while, she came back with a magazine, turned a few pages and handed it to me: "Look." I saw a line on the page: "There is no lack of beauty in life, what is lacking is the eyes that find beauty." I froze and kept thinking about this sentence.
After school in the afternoon, on my way home, I broke a wild flower by the roadside, but I cut my finger. Being hurt, I began to pay attention to this gadget. Hidden in the dark green leaves is a tender green flower with a slightly lighter color. The center of the symmetrical petals is surrounded by clusters of delicate stamens, which looks very cute carefully. Looking at this fresh and elegant little flower, I suddenly calmed down. I picked some more plants and took them back to my neighbors. Like discovering a new continent, he exclaimed, "God, I have never seen such beautiful flowers!" " "
I really didn't expect that there would be such refined green flowers in the inconspicuous grass on the roadside! Isn't it? As long as you have a pair of eyes to discover beauty, you can also find your own peace and elegance in this noisy world.
Window Excellent Composition 1 1 Rain hits the dead tree outside the window, time slips through the fingers, and Chen stops at the window to sigh. For a junior high school student, homework is the biggest worry. At the thought of being scolded by the teacher, I will go back to my seat to do my homework. The lights in the classroom are on, which is in sharp contrast with the invisible night outside the window. The branches and leaves of the dead tree lean against the window, just like a pair of hands holding their own thoughts to approach Jin Chen. The teacher got up from his seat and walked past the students. Gina's eyes moved back from the window to his homework. When the teacher passed by Gina, he touched Gina's head and said, "You write so fast."
Gina stayed there, not knowing whether to write or stay there. The branches rubbed back and forth on the window, making a sound that pulled him back from his fantasy. Gina picked up a pen and went on writing. He touched him at the same table and handed me a note. Have you finished writing it?
"Soon." Gina whispered in her deskmate's ear and looked out of the window. Raindrops hit the windows like cannons, a flash of lightning flashed across the boundless sky, followed by several thunders. The light in the classroom flashed, and Gina shrank into his clothes, and the sweater tickled Gina.
One minute, two minutes, after finishing her homework, Gina stretched herself.
"Ding" after class, the teacher took the computer to the corridor, turned on the light and played the headmaster's voice. Gina squeezed out of the classroom with the crowd and inadvertently turned around. He saw endless darkness through the gap in the crowd, and the window was quieter and the dead branches swayed, as if to say goodbye to the crowd!
The window is still. ...
There is a window in front of my desk. The afterglow of the sunset shone through the window and made the whole study red; Occasionally homing pigeons pass by the window, leaving a moving shadow.
There is always a pile of books on my desk, which is my unfinished homework. Sometimes when I am tired of doing homework, I will put my hand on the table, put my neck by the window and look at the scenery in the community.
In the garden of the community, it seems that there are always people at leisure. The children rode their bicycles through the shade quickly, and the silvery laughter was mixed with the ringing bell, which made people unable to tell; Adults also chat, walk and walk their dogs in the garden. People's laughter is accompanied by the jingle of car bells, as if a natural concert is being held. Everything outside the window is free, even if it is time, I can't bear to leave in a hurry outside the window.
But in my study, the opposite is true. When I entered the study room, the faint book fragrance was mixed with the smell of wood products, but I didn't feel much joy when I smelled it. I put down the heavy schoolbag on my shoulder and slowly pulled it out one book at a time. Watching the schoolbag flatten from a drum, my heart is heavy, as if those books were not placed on the table, but in my heart. I sat at my desk and began to do my homework numbly.
The car bells and laughter downstairs echoed in my ears from time to time, but the excitement was theirs, and this window seemed to deliberately isolate the joy.
I remember playing in the garden when I was a child. Or riding a bike around the flower bed, or pulling a dog to run in the flower bed ... a long time ago.
Once, my mother asked me, "Do you always look out of the window?" I think, of course! I can see whose roof the pigeons hovering in the sky will eventually fly to, and I can see several carefree people downstairs killing time freely. ...
Perhaps, only those who work quietly outside the window can better feel the beauty outside the window. Those researchers who work hard in classrooms, libraries and laboratories are tired. Who doesn't want to go out of the window? However, only by tempering in the window can we win more rights to go out of the window for ourselves.
Watching the wall disappear in the afterglow of the sun, I can't help but speed up my writing.
There is a house with lights on in the corner of the town. The lights are wobbly and much brighter than usual. According to the light, the window is gray, covered with dust and frost. There are several holes, large and small, where the window connects with the windowsill. There are several round persimmons of different sizes on the loose windowsill in the cave, covering the hole.
In the house, there is no furniture, only a scarred wooden square table. My leg is lame, and there is a brick below. There is also a bed and a couple. This is a couple who come out to work. The boss didn't deduct their salary this year. It's the Spring Festival now, and they are all counting the money to go home, one by one, one by one, one by one. The cold wind blew, and the window kept ringing, illuminating the money and four rough hands. The street was quiet, and the surrounding high-rise buildings looked down at the low broken houses, like people crushed by mountains.
In the distant countryside, there are countless red flowers on the snow, and the smoke of firecrackers is scattered in the sky. Every family is busy, some paste couplets, some make new year's eve dinner, and it's very lively. Only one door still hangs the couplets of the year before last, and the color has almost faded. There is a child in the room. He stood in front of the bed, looking at the ice on the bed and paddling with his hands. The yard is quiet.
A burst of hurried footsteps came, not so calm, and the excited shouts came: Yes! Okay, okay. Grandpa rushed in and said with old and excited words, yes, your parents wrote and brought money! The child turned and ran out, sobbing: not rare, not rare! Only the stunned grandfather and the depiction on the ice were left in the room, and four people were engraved on the window, father, mother, grandfather and grandmother. The children want the whole family to have dinner together. For three years, neither of their parents came back for the Spring Festival. When they look at the happy faces of other partners, they will feel uncomfortable and want to cry but can't.
In the hotel in the city, the family sat around the big French window, eating hot pot, several pairs of chopsticks and a pile of plates, talking and laughing to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. The window was covered with a thick atmosphere, and the scene of family reunion was hazy. The lively atmosphere pervades the whole city, and the year is approaching.
A family at the head of the village, braving the smoke, stood by the window and watched. Will they come back? The younger brother asked. My brother's answer was drowned out by a loud cry, because a rickety electric car was coming in the distance, and there were two people sitting on it, father and mother.
I have a window in front of which are endless farmland and highways.
In the morning, I open the window. In the early morning, people who go to work ride bicycles in groups of three and five, laughing loudly, and the coachman sits in the car and smokes leisurely. They are busy carrying firewood to the street. The calf followed his mother on the grass, occasionally making a few cries of "Cleisthenes"; In the farmland, several farmers are fertilizing rape seedlings. In the distant mountains, there are hidden clouds floating on the mountainside, and the high bridge looks hazy and chic. On the gentle curve of Castle Peak, a red sun is rising in Ran Ran, Ran Ran. Slowly, the sun finally climbed to the top of the mountain, so the distant mountain was clearly visible, but there was still a layer of fog at the foot of the mountain. It was not until the sun rose to the sky that the building at the foot of the mountain emerged from the haze, and the tile-faced building wall was particularly dazzling in the sun.
The day passed quickly, the sun began to sink into the western sky, and people hurried home. The caravan came back, and the drivers laughed in the car, and a few loud whips made their hooves ring happily. On the roadside, the old people are walking, greeting warmly from time to time. Looking at the green hills dyed red by the sunset in the distance, looking at these healthy and open-minded old people, I think what a beautiful "sunset red"! Whenever I feel depressed, I open the window, look at the mountains outside, look at the sky outside, and look at the people outside, which always makes me feel shocked and feel that my heart suddenly becomes bright and broad. This is my favorite window, and the scenery outside is infinite. My heart window is connected with it. Every time I open this window, my heart is full of sunshine!
There is a universal window in the corner of my room. Every day, I record everything outside the window like a camera, which gives me endless happiness.
It was raining that morning, and the sky was overcast. The pedestrians outside the window are walking in obscurity with umbrellas, and the trees are shaken back and forth by the wind, making a ghostly cry.
In the light, I was scratching my head and thinking about a difficult problem. Suddenly, I turned my head and looked out the window. The rain stopped, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sun poked its head out of the clouds. The sun shines on the earth like gold. Suddenly, a colorful rainbow appeared at both ends of the white clouds. On the two roads, people looked at the rainbow in the sky, put away colorful umbrellas and stood motionless on the roadside. On the green lawn, several children are playing on the grass, trying to jump up and pick the rainbow.
I was fascinated, and my heart suddenly recalled the scene before the rainbow, and my heart suddenly shocked and understood the truth of being a man. Rainbow can only see the light of day after a strong storm, and it has achieved itself through its unremitting efforts, not to mention our primary school students! I met a problem. Should I not give up or skip it? Instead, I should stick to it and try my best to solve the problem in my heart. Without hard work, there is no joy of self-success. So, I turned around from the windowsill, sat in the chair again, pen and draft paper in hand, and absorbed in reading and thinking about the topic. ...
Outside the window of the room, people coming and going outside the window are recorded. This not only brought me endless happiness, but also told me the truth of being a man.