A sensitive person can find a beautiful paradise even in the most painful time, so that the sky will not change because of his tears, because the blue sky outside the window is unchanged under any circumstances.
Goethe once said, "Everyone thinks he knows himself best, so many people go the wrong way and get lost for a long time." People who are not strong will cry, and strong people will cry. I can't understand myself clearly, because people often hurt more with their eyes that don't cry. The last thing I want to do is to stand by and watch the teacher correct his own papers. I still remember one day three years ago, when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, the teacher was correcting math papers in the classroom, and I also ran to see them. The rustle of the red pen on the paper attracted me so strongly that I watched it with interest. Soon, I saw the teacher take out my paper, and the red fork hit me hard, and my face turned red at once. I avoided the teacher's eyes and secretly looked up at the sky outside the window. A dark cloud floated by. When I looked down at the paper again, a failing grade fell on it, and my tears suddenly flowed out, like a flood that burst its banks, out of control. I remember this failure correctly. This is my first failure. Can I stop crying in the face of these? When I was in tears, the teacher said to me, "Why are you crying?" It's no use crying. "I still remember that I tried to overcome my tears, but failed. ...
After many years, I shed tears for the same problem again. I haven't been in junior high school long. I was also faced with a math teacher and a math paper, and the same sentence echoed in my ear: "Why are you crying?" It's no use crying. "In the same situation, I tried to stop my tears in front of the teacher and be a strong student, but I failed again, and my tears flowed into my heart. I've been thinking, is it because I'm a girl and I'm born to cry? Is it because overcoming tears is as much a test of my life as overcoming difficulties, and I am doomed to fail? Romain rolland once said, "The pendulum of life always swings between two poles, and happiness is one of them. To stop the pendulum at one pole, you can only break it. "I shed tears twice. Every time I cry, I look up at the blue sky outside the window. Will my pendulum never reach the side of success/happiness?
Without wind and waves, it is impossible to show the true colors of sails; Without twists and turns, you can't taste the joy of life; Without tears, you will not feel the beauty of life. Tears are the most precious thing for human beings, and we will bloom the most beautiful smile in tears. Now, I also watch the teacher correct the paper, but my mood is different from before. I know: the earth is still turning, and the blue sky outside the window remains the same.
With the rapid development of the times, people's material level is improving day by day, while the face of nature is devastated. The scene that flashed before my eyes was so bleak! Nature seems to be reciting Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si.
Withered vines hang on old branches, and crows croak when they return at dusk.
The sunset, which was originally "visible to the sun, is all my glory", also seems so lonely and lonely at this time, just scattered on the dead stump. And the flying quicksand hits the dead tree without fighting spirit, as if laughing at the stupidity of the tree, so dedicated to mankind, what can I get? At this time, there was a sad and helpless cry of "Gaga" in the air. I saw a khaki crow tired and landed on the only dead tree still standing. On that thin face, the last drop of turbid tears hung, and fell into the vast desert with a bang, standing for a long time and becoming a permanent sculpture.
Tiny bridge,flowing brook,hamlet homes
On weekdays, the vibrant stream is always lightly injected into the mother's embrace of the sea, but at this time it is lifeless, leaving many "footprints" with tragic feelings along the way. The pleasant sound of running water in the past is so hoarse at this time that it is about to dry up. The bridge at this time is full of historical vicissitudes, depicting the great changes in environmental damage in just a few years. The busy and vivid bridge in the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival written by ancient Zhang Zeduan has become a pure land in everyone's mind. Those who have drifted for ten miles around have already moved away, leaving only dilapidated ruins. It seems to say, "When will I return my face?"
The path, the horses and the wind are blowing.
On an ancient road, the surrounding leaves were covered with thick dust, and the wind swept away the dust for them, and they left. A thin horse has lost its usual prestige and shown its old age. It just walked silently in the endless desert, and it slowly came to the brink of death. I seem to hear it sigh: "I'm going to die alone." The heavy footprints were buried by the wind and sand.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The bleak and colorless sunset has indeed lost its former glory. It climbs down slowly, and there are no more houses and trees to "block" the charming afterglow before, only the yellow sand all over the sky. People at this time! We can only look at our hometown from a distance, take up our luggage and continue to look for a place to live, just as Song Yuan people say, "Looking at Xijing, we hesitate". Our hometown is teetering in the sandstorm, and people can't help but shed tears of regret and sigh, "Where is our home?"
This is what I saw and heard outside the window. Homeless people, destroyed trees, dry rivers ... Is this our future home?
Comments: The little author skillfully uses the poem in Ma Zhiyuan and Song Yuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" as the subtitle, with orderly structure and appropriate and reasonable content; In language, the use of personification, metaphor, contrast and other rhetorical devices, or detailed description, or express feelings ... handy, showing its profound knowledge accumulation and clever thinking.
Finally, "Is this our future home?" Point out the main idea, it will inspire people.
The subconscious action outside the window gradually turned into unprovoked desire. I don't know why, the scenery outside the window seems to hook my heart, and I can't escape its temptation.
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I always like to sit by the window, because the air in the room is too turbid, and my ten fingertips are full of depression. It's different outside the window: the breeze blowing in spring, the fragrance of flowers blooming in summer, the sweetness of fruits in early autumn, the falling snowflakes in winter … The world outside the window is so beautiful!
In the early morning of spring, in the morning light, the teacher felt full of tension in preparing for the exam. I always like to open the window when I am tired of reviewing and look at the rising sun and silky sunrise in Ran Ran on the eastern horizon. After a while, the old people who did morning exercises came out, and the graceful figure was still full of vitality; The peddler came out, and the loud hawking woke up the birds sleeping in the morning; The children who went to school came out, and their childish faces were full of desire for knowledge.
In the summer afternoon, the classroom of dozens of people is like a big steamer, so stuffy! Looking out the window, my eyes are full of colorful flowers, and my heart is relieved and calm. The younger brothers and sisters of preschool class are playing on the playground, and the crisp laughter and the chirping sound of cicada "cicada, cicada …" compose a unique summer movement. Is this the best time to write an article?
In the autumn evening, my heart is overwhelmed by the mountains of homework. Simply open the window, the night breeze blows gently, and several pages of manuscript paper are disturbed. The window is half bright and half dark, and the silhouette of maple trees in the forest is faintly visible. The lights in the distance are warmer and tired eyes have a rest. Take a deep breath and take a cool breath. Looking back at the exercise book on the desk, it is also very cute and no longer annoying.
On winter nights, radiators release sleepy and lifeless warmth. I just finished my homework and yawned all over the sky. I opened the window a little, and a cold wind blew, and I felt cold and sleepy. It's not a few chilly snowflakes floating in, it's a child in winter, and it's the spirit of snow!
The world outside the window, the seasons alternate. I love the youth in spring, the maturity in summer, the desolation in autumn and the loneliness in winter.
The world outside the window affected my feelings.
Sitting in the spacious and bright classroom outside the window, surrounded by the sound of reading. "Two orioles singing green willows and a line of egrets soaring into the sky …" After reading these, my heart involuntarily looked out of the window, looking for and waiting.
Look for that green willow, wait, when it is full-fledged, it can fly to the blue sky as happy and free as a bird to find its own new world.
I saw some lively boys playing football in the middle of the grassy stadium outside the window. On the basketball court over there, there are several girls cheering for the team they support; In the opposite teaching building, beautiful songs come from time to time ... campus life is really colorful. In this way, we spent the most precious time in life and the best time to study.
The scenery outside the window is always so beautiful and charming The air is so fresh. The sunlight slanted into the room, so warm and comfortable.
..... How time flies! In a blink of an eye, we all grew up. He is no longer an ignorant and naive child, but a young man with ideals, culture and contribution to society. Looking back, we can only sit in the classroom and look out through the window, dreaming of ourselves in the future and how vast the outside world is. At that time, we were just like the green in the fable, and we could only sit and look at the sky. But now, we can be active in every corner of the city and shuttle through the streets. Outside the window, we can see our busy figure everywhere, and the years have left traces of vicissitudes, as well as the footprints of our growth. Look, some of us have become senior white-collar workers, some have become diligent gardeners, some have become doctors and nurses who save lives, and some ... we always stick to our respective posts, no matter whether it is hard or not, no matter whether it is difficult or not, in short, wherever we are, we will shine brilliantly. If we were like a newborn chicken when we were young, now we are a bird about to spread our wings and fly as far as possible under the blue sky. ...
"Bell-"The bell rang. I realized that all this was just a dream, a dream belonging to the future. But we believe that in the future, we will be so cheerful, so heroic and so passionate, and this day will come. If God created human beings and gave them a pair of ears to listen, a pair of eyes to see, a nose to smell, a mouth to taste and a pair of hands to work, then we have created our own future.
Looking out of the window at this time, the scenery is continuous and fascinating. I don't know when flowers bloom outside the window, saplings sprout, birds fly in the branches and sing happily. Unconsciously, spring has quietly arrived, and Miss Chun has also brought her greetings. Spring has come, and it's time to sow the seeds we hope. I hope they can all grow up quickly and enjoy the joy of harvest together. At that time, you will see orioles singing on green willows and a line of egrets flying in the sky of Wan Li. Outside the window, it is drizzling, nourishing the seedlings that are about to grow. ...
Out of the window, the ninth grade composition 5, "Pigeons off in Hezhou ..." The light in the book is getting darker and darker. When I looked up, it was dark all around. Looking out of the window, "hey, storm, you finally came!" Great, let the storm come more violently! " Muttering Gorky's famous words.
Put down the book, sit by the window and look up at the vast blue sky: a semi-circular arc does not fall on the head, including everything of human beings. The long river of history has never escaped and the process of civilization has never struggled. Huaxia 5 thousand has been bowing to him. He is really great, and everything in the world has not surrendered to him ... ""Boom ... "Who hates interrupting my sudden inspiration and skimming the corners of my mouth that have risen inadvertently? It seems to be watching me, really. It looked at me and chattered to me.
"Boom, boom, boom ..." Then it started to rain cats and dogs, and the world was dark. The distant mountains stand in the curling dust, half surrounding our town, so quiet and comfortable. The building has also changed its original appearance, replacing the old with the new; There are nearby trees, which turn from gray to green, and the leaves are accompanied by Xia Feng, playing a unique natural song in summer ... "Applause ..." Feeling the rain, I forgot the helpless birds. Slowly open the aluminum window, "bang" and "bang" I quickly reached out to catch the rapidly falling body, but ... I watched it fall in the wind and rain, and I stuck my head out to look for the little body, but ...
My head was fixed outside the window, and the rain hit me mercilessly. It criticized my mistake. "No, it's not my fault. Without today, the survival of the fittest. Yes! It's not my fault, it's not ... "Close the aluminum window slowly, sit quietly by the window and watch the tears of" scenery "flow from my cheeks and into my heart.
Time gradually passed, tears gradually stopped, turned and left the window. "Bang" and "hallucination, it must be hallucination" and "Bang ..." That voice forced me to turn back. In the hazy world outside the window, there is such a real existence. He didn't die, he didn't give in to the sky, and when he looked at the wet bird, he was deeply touched: a pure bird can completely resist nature, for hope and for his own life, but he can't cope with his learning difficulties.
It's sunny, it's raining, and the birds fly away. I understand that the rudder of fate is struggle. Don't have any illusions, don't give up an opportunity, and don't stop working hard for a day.
Work hard! I will go to the desk again and pick up the book again. "The pigeons in Guanguan are in Hezhou ..."
Outside the window, the sun shone through the glass window and sprinkled on her soft jade face, covered with a layer of golden dust. Fluctuating with the sound of her soft nose. Thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on fair skin. "Mm-hmm." She had a sweet smile on her lips, as if she had a beautiful dream. Her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings, and she turned over with satisfaction, and the sunshine melted in this sweet smile. The whistle of the drip truck sounded, disturbing the peace of the village in the morning. Suddenly, she jumped out of bed, pulled the big cotton slippers, and the little figure ran to the window, covered her red face with cold glass, and never wanted to move away. When she saw the car leaving, her fiery eyes suddenly dimmed. Little face wiped the glass and curled up in the dark corner, her thin shoulders trembling as if to shake her skeleton. No one saw her tears flow into her arms and fall to the ground. ...
"Alas, poor child," the old people in the village always seem to be carefree. They sat on the bench in front of the door, letting the lazy winter sunshine across their old faces. The howling cold wind drowned their weak words. Feng said that her parents took her future to a distant place, which sent the news of her parents' death to the village. The wind is getting smaller and smaller.
On a cold winter afternoon, the sunshine seemed particularly cold that day. Dead leaves and branches beat mercilessly against the window as if sobbing, but she didn't hear them in the window.
Later, people's white lies sealed this fact, and she still looked out of the window every day, expecting that the eager figure would suddenly appear at the corner and hold her in her arms with wide arms, so that the bad children in the neighborhood would stop bullying her. She thinks so.
Later, she moved into a beautiful big red house with many children. Every day, beautiful nuns pray for her, hoping that she will not know the meaning of "orphanage" too early.
I don't know if she will look out of the window now, but those hopeful eyes will break my heart.
Looking at that window, I remembered something outside the window. I don't know. How many pairs of eyes like her are looking out of the window?
What's outside our window? Lying in front of the window, I suddenly thought of this problem.
Must be the scenery? -I can't help looking down. Although I have enjoyed the spring flowers and autumn moon at this window, it is cold in summer and winter; However, some windows in other places are not always beautiful. The antique houses in Xinjiang, some windows may be very violent and violent, and the bungalows in Wenchuan and Ya 'an, some windows.
But it is a broken wall after the disaster; Outside the farmhouse window in Heilongjiang, it will be a field after the flood; Outside the window of the shopping center in Kenya, there were shootings and deaths.
Stop thinking about those heavy things.
I looked up at the gray sky-as a student, what was outside our window?
Is it study? Studying hard and regularly is an important part of our life, but as an indispensable element, learning should be called "indoor"; What can really be called out of the window should be something that can really broaden your horizons and increase your knowledge after studying.
Is it too much? Looking out of the window can be a trip, putting aside all thoughts, stepping on a brand-new land and enjoying a brand-new scenery with a brand-new heart; It can also be reading, immersed in all the body and mind, holding an unopened book and experiencing a different life with an appreciation mood; We can be more elegant, hold musical instruments and feel the world outside the window-whenever and wherever, just pick up the guitar, touch the strings and play a song, and our hearts will soon calm down. And you will be accompanied by music, sometimes sad, sometimes cheerful; Sometimes melancholy; Sometimes very determined. When you are intoxicated, you can silence your heart in music and express your feelings in music. Playing a piece of music is like tasting a life. When tasting a wonderful time in your life, you may even worry about where you will get lost.
Every song has a small world, and every small world has a different story. Seeing the heroic spirit of the matador, I can't help thinking of the Spanish matador. When you read this sad love story, you can't help thinking of Romeo and Juliet; When you say goodbye to your close friend, you can't help thinking of yesterday's reappearance. In the process of playing a piece of music, you can't say how many vicissitudes you have experienced, but it will really enrich your feelings and fill your heart.
The Bible says that when God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window for you. In our daily life, God doesn't often close the door, but he always arranges learning. Therefore, in addition to understanding the constant "indoor", we also need to consciously open the window to enjoy the scenery outside the window. Besides traveling and reading, there are thousands of other windows waiting for us to open in Qian Qian, and there are thousands of different scenery waiting for us to enjoy in Qian Qian. As students and enterprising people, we should make use of this motivation of "looking out of the window" to find more things in the "sky at the four corners of the courtyard wall".
Did you look out of the window today?
Outside the window, Li Bai once wrote: "It is difficult to cross the Yellow River and ice the ferry. Only a little snow fell in the first snow year of Taihang Mountain. I like the white winter, and I like walking alone in the world of white clothes.
The other night, I hid under the covers and watched TV as usual. I don't know when it began to snow outside the window. I am very excited to see it. I immediately jumped out of the warm bed and ran to the window.
I stared at the rain outside the window for a long time. It is fast and rhythmic. When it fell to the ground, it made a sound. However, snow is quiet and poetic. It always comes quietly and goes quietly. It doesn't seem to want to get too much attention from people, but the snow scene left after leaving brings too much laughter to people. It is this obscurity and selfless dedication that makes people remember and love it.
Snow, it is so pure, it makes me enter endless reverie. Snow, is it a jade leaf falling from Yushu in the Moon Palace? or ...
Looking at the snow scene outside the window, it dances with the wind like a falling dandelion; Like a naughty butterfly, it sometimes flies to the branches, sometimes to the roof, and sometimes to the shoulders of pedestrians. Snow, although there is no sound accompaniment, still dances alone there, bringing people to a dreamlike realm.
At this time, I opened the window and held out my palm, in order to catch these naughty elves. But it never fell into my hands. Finally, a snowflake fell into my hand, but it immediately turned into crystal ice, which also proved its purity.
Beautiful and sacred, dignified and noble, pure and pollution-free, that is you-snow. In the world of snow, it is so quiet and peaceful that people can't bear to destroy it. Everything in the snowy area is so peaceful and kind.
I'm afraid I'll never know if it weren't for the story of a moth fighting a fire. It turns out that a small moth can have such tenacious vitality, which makes me understand that there is a blue sky outside the window. It is the blue sky outside the window that gives it hope for life and life.
That night, it was raining heavily outside the window. I sat alone under the lamp to write my composition. A moth kept flying over my head, disturbing the quiet night and my thoughts. I reached for it and held it tightly in my hand. Its weak body seems to be unable to withstand my "torture" and seems to be dying. I threw it out of the window and went back to my desk to continue my study. At this time, my thoughts have been disturbed by the hateful moths, and I am not in the mood. I was walking alone in the heavy rain, holding an umbrella in my hand, thinking about this problem.
When I was ready to go home, the moth attracted me and I saw it struggling in the rain. Although its young body is dying, it still tries to catch the last life-saving grass.
Looking at it, I feel guilty. Although it is only a trivial moth, I admire its firm belief.
I moved my umbrella to it, but I didn't survive in the end. Although the moth died, its behavior touched me. If there is no blue sky outside the window, there may be no firm belief.
It is precisely because this moth always believes that there is a blue sky outside the window that it will strengthen its belief.