Window second grade composition 1 somehow, I have a special love for windows since I was a child.
I remember when I was a child, as long as there was something unsatisfactory in my heart, I would involuntarily come to the window to tell. Once, a small plum blossom on my mother's necklace was lost, and I happened to take it again, so my mother decided that I lost it. I'm really at a loss. At the moment, I feel sad and disappointed. People all over the world don't believe me. I came to the window and thought about me, and tears could not help rushing out.
This is, the window seems to say to me, "dry your tears quickly, don't cry, be strong, and life will inevitably encounter many nameless grievances." At this time, you should be strong rather than degenerate. How to solve and face it? If you can't even bear such a small grievance now, how will you face more grievances in your life? Push me away, and I will make you forget all the unpleasantness. "
So, I opened the window, everything outside, today is so beautiful to me, I have been intoxicated with it, and all the unhappiness has vanished. I also like to stand by the window and watch the beautiful scenery outside, especially when the storm comes. I stood at the window and looked out. The fish is getting bigger and bigger, and it's going crazy. Rain lines, like steel needles, are densely inserted into the depths of the earth. The gale strikes again, unexpectedly fierce, and sometimes I see hope through the window.
As time goes by, I seldom touch the window again, and I like to tell my diary when I have something on my mind, but gradually I feel as if something is missing in my life, but I can't say what it is. Once, I met something unsatisfactory, and I silently came to the window to tell.
Suddenly, a feeling of ignorance came to my mind. Yes, I found it. I always thought it was what I lacked, so I opened the window!
When we are trapped in a dark room, do we choose to roar and shout? Or calm down and draw a window on the wall and look through it?
Once, a woman with a bad temper found a wise man and asked him how to calm herself down. The wise man locked her in a closed room. Later, the wise man asked his wife twice if she was angry. The only answer he got was the sound of things breaking and endless curses. Near dusk, the wise man asked this question for the third time. There was only one calm voice in the room: "Sir, you are here."
After reading this story, I fell into thinking. Can you stay calm and regain confidence when you are desperate?
At five o'clock in the morning, even in early autumn, it is still dark. The street is sparsely populated, the street lamps are still on, and occasionally cars pass by with a cold wind.
I was very sleepy after sitting on my mother's electric car, but the biting wind made me particularly awake. I held my arm and tried to suppress my trembling. I intend to practice physical education.
I will never forget that day a month ago. I ran full head and sweat, and my steps became slower and slower because I kept breathing. "Look at her, she runs too slowly!" "Don't talk about others, she is so low, it is good to be able to run down!" My heart seems to have been hit hard. I didn't look back, I ran like hell, trying to get rid of those voices. However, those two sentences have been repeated in my ears, and I think bitterly that they are all right.
"Mom, I want to apply for a physical education class, which is also good for the senior high school entrance examination." "Can you ... insist?" Mom's worried eyes made me make up my mind.
On average, more than one hour of training every day has really brought heavy pressure to my study. Even when I woke up from a good dream, how sleepy I was, and even though my legs hurt so much that I couldn't relax when I walked, I chose to stick to it.
Even though I was in that kind of embarrassment, I drew a beautiful window for myself. There are flowers and grass outside the window, and I believe that one day the warm sunshine will shine on me through it.
The sunshine of dreams shines through the window. Look at the flowers blooming in the sun.
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Is a flash in the pan, the hottest energy to the fullest, dedicated this life to bloom. The young flowers will eventually fulfill their mission, that is, the sunshine of dreams will pass through the flowers, warm and bright.
The sunshine of dreams passes through the window, packs up and rushes to the distance to pursue the original dream. Once proud and frivolous, once failed and sad. Inch by inch burning because of the sunshine of dreams, it becomes the most shining light.
The sunshine of dreams passes through the window, the road ahead is slim, full of setbacks and disappointments, and the dreams are still firm. What made the old general gallop on the battlefield in his twilight years? Let Edison, who has failed countless times, experiment again? On the road of dreams, warm light will point the way. The road of dreams will never be smooth. Flowers and applause belong only to successful people who are not afraid of wind and frost, or to every ordinary person. There are no bright smiles on that road, only thorns that burn your beliefs and devour your beliefs one by one. However, all the persistent' waiting' across that avenue will bear fruit. Once unwilling, once sad, in front of the "dream" will feel a powerful force, like the sun shining on the branches in front of the window after the rain, as warm as ever.
The sunshine of dreams passes through the window, and the persistent direction is never lost. Walking on the road of chasing dreams, we may have to bear too many strange eyes, too much incomprehension and ridicule. And we are like weeds in the cracks, moving forward tenaciously and growing constantly, just for the gentle and refreshing fragrance.
Because dreams, sadness and pain have become ladders, guiding me step by step to the paradise of dreams.
The sunshine of dreams shines through the window. Look at the flowers blooming in the sun.
When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. But sometimes God forgets what he will choose when the doors and windows are closed.
The accident broke my leg. I lay in the hospital and looked out of the window, thinking, what about the dance competition in two weeks? ...
My tears ran down my cheeks and landed on that leg. I closed my eyes and leaned back in bed in despair, feeling extremely depressed and desperate. ...
Watching the medicine in the bottle fall down bit by bit is like the passage of time. Fear, fear occupied my heart.
"Change your dressing," the nurse said with a smile. "It's windy. Let me close the window for you! " I suddenly looked up, what? Close the window? "don't" "it's okay, turn it off! It's a little cold outside! " Say that finish, the nurse closed the window tightly. Why, why did you close the window? Do you want me to despair?
I looked at the figure of the nurse drifting away and was desperate.
Is there really no hope? Is he so fragile? What if God closes a window for himself? Then draw one and give yourself hope!
I pulled the leg, endured the pain, struggled out of bed, and held the wall step by step ... The pain made me want to retreat again and again, but the thought of the game in two weeks' time made me take another step ...
In this way, day after day, I keep giving myself hope. Once I stood on the platform, tears of happiness fell on that leg again. ...
So what if God closes the door and closes the window? Then draw yourself a window.
The long sunshine gently falls on the black tiles on the roof, which is very bright and dazzling. The slight summer wind blows the green trees, and they keep shaking and playing like lively and naughty children. I sat by the window enjoying the sunshine and breeze, quietly looking at the quiet and beautiful scenery outside the window.
Suddenly, a flexible little squirrel jumped out of the lush leaves. It's alive and kicking in the sun. Its color appeals to me very much. It jumped up and down excitedly, wagging its long tail, and kept swimming around as if looking for food. The soft tail wobbles, which is very interesting. However, a moment passed, and the little squirrel still didn't find food such as pine cones to satisfy his hunger. It feels very lost, wandering on the eaves, and now its bright eyes have become a little dim and have no spirits. Its anxious and helpless appearance also makes me feel a little more pity, but also a little helpless because I can't help it. Just as I was sighing, another big old squirrel with dark fur jumped in a hurry and ran to the little squirrel, clutching something tightly with his paws. A shocking scene appeared before my eyes. The old squirrel quickly gave the pine nuts in his hand to the little squirrel.
The old squirrel stood by and stared at the little squirrel. So I thought, this old squirrel should be the father or mother of the little squirrel. After a while, the little squirrel ate the pine nuts and became lively again. He ran with another old squirrel, disappeared under the slope of the tile roof and ran back to the quiet forest.
After a while, I came to my senses and kept thinking about the scene outside the window. I suddenly feel very warm.
I remember in my daily life, when I was eating, my parents always gave me chicken wings and waited for my favorite food. I am very touched. They raised me and educated me. Encourage me when I am sad and in trouble, and teach me not to be proud when I am complacent about a little achievement. We should study hard and express our gratitude to our parents with actions.
I sat by the window. Enjoy the wind and sunshine, and enjoy nature. ...
Get in the car and find your place. By the window, I like it. It seems that the window can reveal a trace of hypocritical sadness. I struggled to open the window, but there was only a crack. I heard the sound of the car engine, and I was a little excited. The wind blows every hair of mine with all its strength, making it look messy. It feels as if it is stimulating every nerve of mine. I bowed my head and said nothing, just silently looking at the tires flying in front of me, tormenting my eyes crazily. Then smile coldly, that kind of pleasure is actually a kind of scenery-endless scenery, giving people endless beauty of reverie.
At the station, the blurred vision came to an abrupt end and the world suddenly became very clear. I was caught off guard and forgot what I was going to do. I just watched people get off the bus one by one, leaving me sitting there sighing and saying that no one would hear me. Why, all good things will eventually pass? Some people say you should learn to remember, others say you should learn to forget.
However, I am willful. I don't want to recall or forget. Memories will only make people sad. I want to save them, but it is too late; Forget, but lose the fleeting past.
The bus started again, and I was still sitting there, disheartened, hesitant to let my memory play again. At this moment, is the scenery more beautiful or the memories more attractive? The reality is that no one can think of it, and the carriage is suddenly crowded with people. Why didn't I feel it?
Tears, sweat and rain all fell at that moment without a trace of concern. I raised a 20-degree smile and said softly, I just like this feeling!
It shouldn't be wrong to follow your heart, should it?
Suddenly, a man patted me on the shoulder. In amazement, he suddenly turned around, full of fear, but he looked at me coldly.
He said, classmate, I bought a ticket.
As a window, if you think, you will be lonely. Sadness in the wind, coolness in the rain or loneliness on a snowy night.
In ancient times, windows were used to describe loneliness. They are wrapped in silk paper and supported by bamboo and pine. Liu went out of the window, and Li Qingzhao's sorrow went in and out with the window. Women's sadness is marked by the window and touched by the window. It's raining, and ancient poems are full of thoughts.
Looking at hours, the ups and downs outside the window, I seem to have a little inexplicable emotions. Even now, I still keep in touch with this transparent crystal. I looked at it and touched it. When the sun shines into my bedroom, I pass through it. When the storm thunders, I stab it. The window, how like a mother!
Window, sometimes admit its good, sometimes don't like it. How many ups and downs does it have in winter and autumn, and when does it flourish? The sunny weather is refreshing, and it takes a long time to hit the sleeping face through the window. Finally, I was warmed by the hot sun at noon, stretched out my hand and pulled the curtain "Ka", and continued to walk on the bridge with Duke Zhou.
Window, flat talk tasteless and boring, it is difficult to see its contribution, after a long time, it will turn yellow, it is difficult to find a little use of this chemical, thinking about it. The good times didn't last long. I didn't know the benefits of windows until I knew that the typhoon was coming and shouted. The wind came and the window was closed all the time. The wind roared, and the violence hit its thin appearance, but the transparent solid stubbornly refused to let a trace of wind penetrate.
Windows, in the final analysis, are just the narrowing of doors.
In ancient times, it was even more difficult for women to see their husbands. When you are afraid to go out, just look at the door. How long can you watch it? I have to think, think. Suddenly inspired, a small door opened on the wall. The first Erzu was born, two were replaced by three, and several papery windows were born. Naturally, processing to chemical system is also an inconspicuous period in the history of invention.
Lonely, yellow, and even broken. The life of the window is just a moment. Serving the buyer is the life of the window. Never complain even when you are lonely.
Transparent glass is a wall, a cold wall, lurking invisibly, blocking the hearts of teachers and students.
The empty corridor is like my empty heart. While listening to the teacher's seemingly meaningless lectures, I can't help but accumulate pent-up dissatisfaction in my heart. At the moment when my emotions broke through my mind, my voice of resistance was so loud that even I was surprised. The teacher turned away helplessly, leaving me in the same place with a blank face. I tried to catch up with him several times and apologize.
In the face, I didn't take a step. A heartless glass wall stands quietly between me and my teacher.
So I am afraid to go to the teacher's class. In the groggy class, I accidentally looked out of the window and lost my mind. At the moment when I stood up slowly at the roll call, what burned my heart was the sharp eyes, the snickering and ridicule that I couldn't help but inadvertently make, and probably the teacher's smug expression-although I buried my head very low and didn't witness it at all. I clung to the foot of my coat, holding the transparent wall, the glass wall and the cold surface with one hand feebly, so that my outstretched hand dared not touch it.
"Ah ..." The teacher sighed gently, and the calm stalemate was quietly broken. "Sit down, don't think too simple ..."
I was shocked and suddenly understood, how could her accusation be just a reprimand? There are incentives, spurs and struggles. The teacher looked at me faintly and didn't mean to blame. The frozen air flowed away and the wall was pushed away. The pushed glass became a window, and the teacher opened the window of my heart with her tolerance.
There shouldn't be a wall between teachers and students. Try to push it. The pushed wall will become a window for us to communicate with each other.
In my hometown, rape is the most common and the most common. However, this flower is not beautiful. Peach blossom is the most beautiful in my heart. I not only like peach blossoms, but also like peach blossom fan windows.
When I was young, my mother always bought a lot of peaches. Peaches are sweet. If you bite them, they will be full of sweetness. After eating the pulp, only the stone is left. Usually, I throw this stone away. However, my mother took the stone from me. I didn't understand what she meant, so I yelled at her and threw it away. She only told me that if she left the stone, the flowers would bloom.
I don't believe it, but she still answered like that. I trust her for the time being and see how she makes the stone bloom. Here, I am both excited and confused.
I followed my mother to the window of the house. My mother said that she would plant a small peach tree here. I watched her pick up the stone and cut it with a knife. The shells on both sides were broken, leaving only one nut. One, two, three ... The seeds are already there, and the next step is digging. She dug some small holes in the soil and put these seeds in. When released, cover the hole with soil. Then I took a basin of water and sprinkled it on it. From the moment these seeds were planted, I looked out of the window every day. Windows are classical windows with holes like small fans. It's convenient for me to look at those peach blossoms and watch my mother water them.
A few months later, the peach blossom grew branches and became a mini peach tree. A few months later, it grew pink buds. When I looked out of the window, they were already higher than the window. This peach window is really beautiful!
10 time is like a woman, with clear eyes and light steps, flowing freely in the long river of history, reaching out with delicate hands and gently "swinging" my heart window. ...
There was a series of ringing knocking in my ear, and I climbed over the wall and turned over my body lying in bed. After a while, the window creaked open. I felt the figure staring at me for a long time, and then the sound of the spoon knocking on the cup-the newly bought cup was taken away.
It began to quiet down again. But the figure on the bed did not settle down. I jumped out of bed and went to the window, leaned out my little head and looked out of the window, muttering, "What is Dad doing with our cups?" Isn't it enough to receive mobile phones? "
Soon, I found the "thief" with sharp eyes. He is near the well. Although his back is turned to me, I can feel his strength in the distance. He grabbed the ear with his left hand and the mouth with his right. He shook the cup up and down very hard, accompanied by the splash of water he threw out. His hand is shaking, the cup is shaking, his figure is shaking, and my heart is shaking.
After a while, he poured the water out of the cup, put some clear water in it, and then shook it, shook it, shook it. Looking at his shaking figure, I feel that the whole world is shaking, shaking, shaking with him. ...
"alas!" I went back to bed disappointed. I resent myself for not being firm enough. Why did I lose my hatred for my father so quickly? On the contrary, there is always a figure shaking in my mind, just like my grandmother doting on me and rocking me to sleep.
The next day, I found my cup lying peacefully in front of the window. I went over and picked up the cup. There was a piece of tea on the wall. Then I smelled a faint scent of tea, which seemed to shake in the air, and then I inadvertently opened my heart window. ...
Time is shaking and shaking, and my father's shadow is shaking and shaking before my eyes. ...
The window 1 1 window is a kaleidoscope to witness the four seasons; The window is a phonograph, recording the childhood that can't go back.
"Lele, come down and play." "Lele, go home for dinner!" . This call outside the window records the laughter of our childhood.
When I was a child, my friends and I often forgot to eat. At that time, we didn't need mobile phones, pads and computer games, and there weren't so many homework and cram schools. We play hide and seek, catch grasshoppers, climb mountains and muddle through. No matter how boring things are, you can also find fun, "turning decay into magic."
Every day, the sound of "Lele, come down and play" outside the window is like a start button. No matter what we do in the window, we will get dressed quickly, fly out, gather under the window and start our happy journey of the day.
And the voice outside the window "Lele, go home for dinner!" " "It is a pause button that is not very easy to use, which means that the fantasy journey of this day is temporarily over. We often ignore this call selectively, until this gentle call becomes an angry command, we will drag ourselves home reluctantly.
Now, high-rise buildings have sprung up outside the window, and that call no longer rings. The former friends may be busy with their studies, they may be reluctant to put down the remote control, or they may be imprisoned by the frequent reports of child abduction in the news. Occasionally, there is a discordant cry outside the window, and everyone will frown and despise this alien who disturbs everyone's silence.
But I really want to miss the world outside the window, that kind of shouting with a long ending. I often dream of waking up one day and opening the fuzzy window. Outside the window, there are still rows of bungalows, shouting "Sugar-Coated Berry ~", "big and sweet watermelon", "popcorn ~" and "change buns" ...
The second composition in the window 12 "I told you not to send me, but you just wouldn't listen!"
Since junior high school, my father has ignored my opposition and insisted on getting up early every day to send me to school. Something happened on his way home yesterday.
His hand was dislocated and swollen everywhere. I can almost feel his sharp pain. He pretended that "nothing happened to me". He didn't know that his trembling hands betrayed him.
I blame myself. He wouldn't have done it if he hadn't sent me away. I repeatedly advised him to check, but he just didn't go to the hospital and repeatedly said, "Nothing, it's not very painful."
I tried to persuade him again and again, but he just refused to go to the hospital. I'm angry, and I don't know where I got my strength. I slapped the table and yelled at him.
He touched his nose, but said nothing.
I turned and rushed into the room, slammed the door and locked it.
When I pressed the lock, I leaned against the door as if all my strength had been taken away. The nameless fire, also gradually began to dissipate.
It's obviously my fault. Obviously he didn't want me to worry, so I lost my temper and accused him. Obviously it has nothing to do with him, it's all because of me.
I seem to have entered a room without windows or even a crack. Although it is sunny outside, the room is still dark and cold.
Father knocked at the door, but said nothing. After a long time, he didn't make any noise, as if he had left. But I know that he is outside the door, separated from me by a door that is not so thick.
I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered the terrible pain when my foot was dislocated. At that time, my father took care of me and warmed me with the most selfless love in the world. Suddenly, it seems that there is a window in the closed room, and the sunshine outside begins to shine in.
Pushing open the door, I apologized to him, but he just smiled and said nothing. However, his frowning brows seemed to relax.
Later, his mother accompanied him to the hospital for a plaster cast. My brother gave it to me this morning.
There are some things that we should learn to understand.
When the mind is imprisoned in a closed room, learn to draw a window for it. Let the bright sunshine shine in and drive away the darkness.