In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that one can understand. Transformation into an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. I believe that many friends are very distressed about writing essays. Below is the essay for the second grade of junior high school outside the window that I compiled for you. It is for reference only. I hope it can help you. Outside the window composition for the second grade of junior high school 1

The Spring Festival is a day for thousands of families to reunite. However, there is such a busy figure outside the window, which becomes a beautiful and unique landscape.

On the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, I woke up, rubbed my hazy sleepy eyes, yawned, and looked out the window. There is so much snow, and the snowflakes are flying all over the sky like goose feathers. At this time, I vaguely heard the sound of "swish-swish-", and followed the sound, and there was a person standing on the snow-white "carpet". She was wearing a work hat and an orange uniform. She was holding a broom and was hunching her back to clean the snow on the ground. I took a closer look and saw that it was Aunt Wang, the cleaner in our community!

It snowed all night, and the snow on the ground was very thick. Aunt Wang was working hard. She first used a broom to sweep the thick snow to both sides of the road, then slowly bent down to pick up the stolen goods in the snow and put them into the garbage truck, and then used a shovel to remove the frozen snow. Shovel it up. Just like this, Aunt Wang swept, picked up, shoveled, and kept repeating this seemingly simple and monotonous action without getting tired of it. It didn't take long for Aunt Wang to become a moving "snowman." On this cold morning, everyone was hiding at home, blowing on the heating air conditioner, watching TV, and resting comfortably, but outside the window, on the wide road, Aunt Wang's figure looked so lonely!

At noon, the snow finally stopped, the children came out to play, the adults came out to take pictures, the road became lively, and there was endless laughter and laughter. I also walked out of the house excitedly. Looking around, the orange uniforms were gone. In front of us was a flat, clean road.

"I wonder where Aunt Wang lives. Her family must be looking forward to her coming home soon." Thinking of this, admiration arose in my heart: In the past, I always felt that the cleaner was a There is nothing more ordinary than an ordinary person, and today, this busy figure, the simple cleaner Aunt Wang, made me re-understand this ordinary and extraordinary job. Composition 2 for the second grade of junior high school outside the window

"The world outside is very exciting, but the world outside is very helpless." The music outside the window floated into my ears, I put down the pen and sighed softly...

Sitting in the square In the classroom, looking out the window, there are neither mirages nor exotic flowers and plants. Within my field of vision, there were only two rows of bungalows and a few family buildings. I really wanted to rush out of the window and take in the panoramic view.

Don’t tell me, this world is actually quite interesting!

Stepping on the last ray of starlight and facing the biting cold wind, the winter morning is so cruel. With sleepy eyes, I could only glance at this beautiful scenery. I also have the hard work of wearing the stars and the moon! I hurried to my seat and looked out the window, feeling interesting again. Before dawn, I vaguely felt that the sun had the urge to break through the morning fog, bit by bit, turning light yellow and orange. Finally, the sun squeezed out of the horizon, and I was so tired that I was sweating profusely and walked towards me proudly. At this time, everything comes back to life, and the morning light is everywhere. It blends with the crowing of chickens, cooking smoke, and the stomach-warming smell of breakfast. The warm morning light picture is harmonious and beautiful. I can see this view all to myself, and it’s worth getting up early for. And the sound of reading loudly in the early morning is not inconsistent with the pure morning light at all.

Night Ben is also quiet, but the city is still brightly lit, cars are honking, and the noise of the crowd is endless. Darkness and lights compete to embrace the city, which is so lively. So people went out to watch the competition and whispered to each other. When they were all involved and the crowd dispersed, dusk temporarily put a question mark on the competition, and mystery enveloped the city. After the evening self-study class, the lights in the square windows of the residential buildings were turned off, and I quickly walked home.

A beautiful day starts from that window and ends with that window.

Perhaps like a frog at the bottom of a well, I saw very little in this classroom. But I am writing dreams in my hands and drawing a new blueprint for the future. To see farther and wider outside the window.

Because, as the cold and summer come, all things grow, strange peaks stand, rivers flow, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, life is colorful, and the beauty of the world is all outside the window! Composition 3 for the second grade of junior high school outside the window

The tip of the pen scratches the paper again and again and is erased. What is it drawing? I mused.

Looking up and looking out the window. I saw pots of flowers and plants on the balcony, I saw the high-rise buildings beside the road, I saw the urchins playing downstairs... my eyes finally stopped at the horizon, at the colorful colors at dusk.

In the dusk, colorful dusk clouds float together in groups. If you look carefully, some red and orange blend together, just like a ball of flame; some yellow and white are intertwined, just like the breeze blowing through the bursts of floral fragrance, mixed with the "yellow rose" on the other side; some golden light shines through, becoming a Clusters of ripe and plump ginkgo fruits. This autumn dusk, together with the wild geese flying south, merges into a beautiful scene of "the setting clouds and solitary swans flying together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color".

I thought crazily that this autumn color, which can only appear in the painter's pen, has completely appeared outside my window. Only by recording a poetic moment with a brush can we live up to the most beautiful realm between heaven and earth.

I took out my paintbrush and used an oil pen to outline a cloud, a bird, and a tree at dusk outside the window. The white paper was dyed with red, orange, yellow and other colorful warm colors with watercolor. This warm color has been seeping into the clouds, and I feel that my soul is wandering on the floating clouds.

Looking up and looking out the window again, I saw a rabbit jumping up and down on the grass; a piece of flower petals scattered in the wind in the garden; a piccolo played the sound of wind on the other side of the tall building; A ball of marshmallow exudes a sweet smell in the alley; the happy screams of the child holding the marshmallow startled the birds on the banyan tree.

I used ink to outline the streets full of cars and people, the long pedestrian bridge, and the wide Shenzhen Bay Stadium. I ended this poetic painting with the last touch of orange from the harvest, the dark brown from the fallen leaves, and the light yellow from the small wild chrysanthemum.

The bustling city gradually calmed down. Put away the paintbrush, outside the window, there are already thousands of lights. Composition 4 for the second grade of junior high school outside the window

"I just got a call from the hospital saying that grandma's condition has worsened and she needs to be operated on early. I have to go to the hospital to take care of grandma for a few days. Can you take care of yourself?" Before I could answer, my mother asked I went back to my room to pack my clothes.

Ever since grandma was hospitalized due to leg disease, the air pressure in the house has often dropped to zero, there is rarely laughter, and everyone seems to have a sad look on their face. Of course, I don’t dare to act coquettishly and ask for something better. choice, because my mother seemed tired enough, so she obediently shouted "I know" toward the door of the room.

After the slamming of the door closed, I was the only one left in the house. It was so quiet that even the "beep" sound from the window blown by the wind seemed harsh, and my stomach couldn't help but growl. numb. Sure enough, it feels uncomfortable to be at home alone.

In order to alleviate this quiet awkwardness, I turned on the TV and adjusted the volume to something close to noise, but my mind was not on the TV at all. The sun did not appear outside the window, and the weather forecast said it would rain in the past few days, but I saw large swaths of dark clouds floating in the sky, but the rain did not fall. The weather forecast loved to lie.

The sky gradually darkened, and the alarm clock turned half full circle. My stomach growled at the right time, so I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the food stored at home, and made do with dinner. It's been a long day.

In the morning, it was the "whooshing" wind that woke me up. The windows were not closed and it was chilly in the room. I fumbled around in the kitchen, trying to fry a poached egg that my mother had made for me a few days ago for breakfast, but the heat was too high and the eggs burned instantly. The color was just like the sky outside the window. , gloomy.

As soon as the pots were washed, the rain in the weather forecast began to fall, getting heavier and heavier, and the window turned into a vast sea of ??white rain. I immediately became worried about my grandma who was undergoing surgery.

Time is ticking, the heavy rain washes away the dark clouds bit by bit, and the sky gradually reveals its original appearance.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the rain that had been falling for several hours finally stopped, and the sky outside the window finally turned blue! At this time, my mother called me back to tell me that grandma’s operation was successful and she would be able to go home in a few days! At first glance, the sky outside the window is bluer! Outside the Window Second Grade Composition 5

That year, the sun was red, the sun was red; the sky was blue, the sky was blue; that year, the sun was still red, and the sky was still blue.

——Inscription

The summer vacation of that year seemed to be extremely hot, and every living thing seemed to be groaning irritably. A phone call broke the original tranquility and shattered all illusions. I break reality and let dreams fly! That day, I carried all my dreams, carefully sorted out all my hopes, and carefully came to this building. I looked at the top of this building, oh! The sky is blue.

I took a step closer and stood at the door, wanting to take back the step I took. I don't have that kind of courage, because there is no one behind me. Maybe if I pull back, I still have a way to retreat, but I can't retreat to the end! If I take a step forward, then if I win, thousands of people will applaud me; if I lose, maybe thousands of people will despise me. Should I advance or retreat? The time was coming, I took back my steps and turned around, but what I saw at first sight was the blue sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the deep blue...

I turned around again, who That there is no one behind me? There is a blue sky! Yes, there is also a red sun! By the way, have you forgotten the hope you collected? Are you ready to give up? No! I no longer hesitate and take each step with such heavy weight, because people who are full of hope in their hearts should be more down-to-earth.

Here, all the noisy sounds have nothing to do with me, because the sound of the ping-pong ball falling is the melody I pursue, and that melody will live in my heart forever.

Three games, the time is so long, wouldn’t time be lazy if you can’t see the sun? Are you asleep? Oh no! You are my dream, can I ask you not to fall asleep? I looked up, but all I saw was the reinforced concrete ceiling. In a world where hope is isolated, I can't breathe, and I have to face the things I least want to admit.

I turned around, it was so scary, there was no one behind me. The sun is my dream; the blue sky is my hope. Did I forget to bring you in? In a world without people, I have to be strong alone. Break yesterday into pieces and make the past void! Failure is nothing special.

I turned around and saw the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window again. It was still blue. Composition 6 for the second grade of junior high school outside the window

Open the window and look at the white birds in the sky, thinking of your mint-scented smile. ——Inscription

The birds in the sky are white, the sky is blue, the plum blossoms are pink, the stone tables and chairs are gray... The colors outside the window flash past in memory. Suddenly, a light green flashed past. So green, so crispy, so tender. I thought, thought, and finally remembered. That's it, foxtail grass.

That day, it rained really hard! The wind and rain shook the plum blossoms to the ground. What a pity! Pink petals carpet the path outside the window. The air is especially fresh after the rain, and the fragrance of flowers is even more refreshing than on a sunny day.

Going out, the sunshine after the rain is really moving! The large and small patches of foxtail grass in the campus garden are full of energy under the sunshine. The raindrops bent their waists, and I seemed to hear them chatting. The wind blew and they kept swaying, and the raindrops were shaken off. Suddenly, they raised their heads and finally breathed a sigh of relief. I clearly saw them stretching out unscrupulously.

Before I could feel comfortable for a while, I was beaten by two children. The two children turned the dog's tail grass in their hands and laughed non-stop. Maybe you saw a bug hidden in the "tail", or you felt itchy in your palms.

Two boys walked side by side. A boy walked gently to the tree, pulled off a branch with force, and then let go. In a very short period of time, the "troublemaker" ran away like setting off firecrackers. He harmed another boy and ended up with "nectar" all over him. When the "victim" reacted, his anger was written on his face and he stamped his feet in anger.

Now, the rain outside the window, the flowers outside the window, and the glowing foxtail grass in the sunshine after the rain outside the window have all become like a dream... The time outside the window flies by like clouds, just in the blink of an eye. , then the world changed.

And I am left in memories by the years, cleaning the wounds that do not heal day after day. Out the window composition 7 for the second grade of junior high school

When I was in kindergarten, I sat by the window. The window faced a small square. Whenever I looked out the window, I would always see a few children in the small square. Playing on the street, their cute smiling faces aroused my childish heart, and my heart immediately flew out, wanting to play with them. At that time, I would always twist around in my seat, and the hot teacher would always I looked over here and finally made it to the end of get out of class. I was the first to rush out and start playing.

When I was in elementary school, there was a big pine tree next to our teaching building, which was as high as 4 stories. There were many birds making nests on it. I often looked at those birds in a daze, watching those Birds fly freely in the sky. After class, the boys rushed to the big tree one after another, climbing up and down the big tree, poking into bird's nests and stealing eggs. It was quite fun.

Now I am in junior high school. The campus of junior high school is like a big garden. There is a small garden on both sides of our classroom. There is a sign on each flower and tree in the garden, which explains in detail. We have discovered this type of plant and we often observe it! Whenever it is almost time to eat, the smell of rice from outside wafts in. Most people stop listening to the class and concentrate on thinking: "What are we going to eat today?" (They don't take the final exam so seriously.) In January this year, southeastern my country suffered a major epidemic. Heavy snowstorms are rare, and our place is no exception. We have never seen such heavy snow since we were young! During the Chinese language class, the teacher saw us all looking out the window and asked, "What does the snow look like, students?" We all answered in unison: "The difference in the air can be made by spreading salt, but it is not like catkins blowing up in the wind." There was another student. My friend said: "It looks like goose feathers." Someone joked: "The goose's feathers will be plucked!" The whole class burst into laughter.

The window carries too much of my childhood life, and my childhood is also more beautiful because of the window. Out the window composition 8 for the second grade of junior high school

It was a hot summer day. I looked out the window, and one thing moved me deeply.

This is what happened: I was sitting at home watching TV. Suddenly, there was a rapid scream outside the window, and I couldn't help but look out the window. It turned out that in a bird's nest, a group of birds were singing. They were chicks that had not yet learned to fly. At this time, I found a snake crawling slowly towards them. The birds were frightened and were resisting needlessly, but the snake ignored it at all.

At this moment, the mother bird looking for food flew back and found that the snake had climbed to the edge of the nest. She immediately spit out the food in her mouth, but it was too late, because the snake had already swallowed a baby bird into its belly. The mother bird launched a fierce attack at the first sight, but the snake was not easy to mess with either. It is raising a child. Looking at the size of the bird compared with the snake, it is simply very different. In this way, the bird has no chance of winning.

But the mother bird kept pecking at the snake’s belly, and the snake, not to be outdone, kept screaming and stretching its neck from time to time to frighten it. The mother bird didn’t know what to do and was not afraid of death, like It attacked like it was desperate. Finally, the snake was tired and had no intention of fighting with the mother bird anymore. It was about to escape. The mother bird should have let it go, but it pursued it desperately. The snake was pecked and fled in all directions. When it falls from the tree, the mother bird takes advantage of the victory and pursues it.

At this time, the snake got angry and used its "killer weapon" - spraying venom. The battle has reached a fever pitch, with the mother bird risking her life to peck at the snake. Finally, the snake was pecked to death, and its body was full of small holes pecked by the mother bird. The mother bird flew up to the branch and stood for a while, then flew away with another chick.

This is a fight between animals, and it is also a "family defense battle" for a mother bird. In order to protect and avenge her children, she is willing to risk her life. This makes me see When maternal love is great, no matter how ferocious the enemy is, they will eventually retreat in the face of maternal love. Composition 9 for the second grade of junior high school outside the window

I was sleepy and wanted to close the window and go to sleep. Halfway through, a beam of light suddenly hit the window, which was particularly dazzling. I blocked it slightly with my hand and then looked for it. Looking at the light, it turned out that several children were playing with laser pointers. They used the pens to illuminate different shapes of patterns on the building. They had a great time. In return, I picked up my pen and pointed at them. The direction was passed.

Suddenly I found it quite interesting. Gradually I no longer felt bored, so I looked at Hongya Cave in the distance with interest.

In the distance, row upon row of traditional stilted buildings in Bayu are built against the mountains, standing beside the rolling Jialing River. There are eleven floors from top to bottom. The layers of lights make the entire Hongya Cave illuminated. Transparent, in the overall orange light there are faintly hidden the pink and purple lights of some bars, as well as some dark blue light strips on the roof of the stilted building and the red light of lanterns, and there are bunches of white searchlights passing through it. Layers of colors shot into the sky, and the trees were also hung with colorful lanterns, passing from one end to the other, going back and forth without stopping.

Archways, teahouses, and workshops are arranged staggeredly. Hot white steam is rising everywhere in the food street. The bars wrapped in unique pink lights and those twinkling light signs are particularly special. Eye-catching, the boys holding fluorescent sticks in their hands ran and played in the criss-crossing old streets filled with memories, making the old streets filled with brilliant colors and dazzling again. Girls wore luminous sticks. I walked on the bridge and savored the charm of the bluestone slabs of the ancient building and the beauty of the surrounding mountains and rivers.

Luxury yachts filled with tourists slowly came from the river and gradually docked on the shore. There were also some inconspicuous wooden fishing boats docked on the shore, docked beside this behemoth. , the small, dilapidated fishing boat is in sharp contrast to this modern luxury yacht. There was an endless stream of people and vehicles on the bridge across the river in the distance. Cruise ships passed slowly under the bridge, and the people on board cheered. These scenes are intertwined to form a beautiful paradise on earth, which is intoxicating.

The streets outside the window are still bustling with people, and the lights in the distance are still on, but I no longer feel bored, just because of the wonderland outside the window. Outside the Window Second Grade Composition 10

I rarely sit in front of the window in a daze, but once it rained heavily and the power went out in my house. I had no choice but to go back to my room. After a while, I felt very bored. I couldn't read or watch TV for a long time. So I moved the chair to the bedside and took a serious look at the scenery outside. Originally this was an unintentional move, but it made me see a very sad thing outside the window. Through this incident, I had a lot of reflection on myself and began to think about what kind of person I should be in the future.

It was raining heavily outside. I was in a daze by the window for a long time. Suddenly a small figure appeared in front of my eyes. She didn’t bring an umbrella and no one picked her up, so she had to brave the wind and rain. As she walked forward, a gust of wind blew, and her thin body was swayed by the strong wind, and she was almost knocked down by the wind. But the strong wind seemed to insist on blowing her down, and even called the thunder and lightning to bully the little girl. First, the rain became heavier and heavier, then the strong wind roared mercilessly, and then the thunder "boom" scared the little girl and had to speed up. She ran, but the lightning struck again, and the little girl really fell down this time. She cried, crying very sadly, but she was not given up, she got up hard again, and ran forward. Finally she reached home. .

There are actually some pedestrians on the road, but everyone is in a hurry to go home. Maybe everyone has no intention to care about others. But in my opinion, at least 3 or 4 people passed by the little girl on any given day, but no one was willing to lend a helping hand. Later, I also put myself in my shoes and thought about how disappointed I would be if I was the one running in the rain one day and no one helped me in that loneliness. I shed tears as I thought about it. Yes, people nowadays are so indifferent, and everyone cares about their own affairs, but if these things really happen to you and no one is there to help you, Maybe you will feel the harshness of the world in your heart. Outside the window, second grade composition 11

Listen attentively, the birds are singing, the insects are singing, the frogs are singing. Through the closed window, the scenery outside the window comes into view. The house can imprison people's hearts, but the window always casts a ray of sunshine into the boundless darkness.

When I was a child, I liked to hold my chin and stare. I liked the things outside the window, the old people and children, the big trees and the grass. I like everything.

Whenever I stare longingly, my mother will come over and say: "What are you looking at? It's boring to watch downstairs, go down and play for a while!" I look at my mother with a smile, "No need!"

Blue Sky Baiyun, the scenery outside the window is so harmonious. I'm afraid that if I go in, it will destroy this harmonious and beautiful scenery. Someone added water to the abandoned fish tank in front of the door and put a few fry. The small fish were swimming happily in the water. , I laughed! The big yellow dog next door ran out. It was so funny to see it running with its tongue hanging out. Some old people were playing cards under the tree, and the hearty laughter penetrated my ears. Look at the big willow tree that provides shade for the old people. When the spring breeze blows, the willow branches flutter, it's so beautiful! And the soft grass, looking at the old grandfather in front of me, quickly bent down and saluted! The children were playing house, and I was shocked by the beautiful scene in front of me!

Staring out the window, I remembered the past. The carefree childhood was far away. What greeted us was the middle school age with heavy homework. Only the window could alleviate the boring life. The scenery was still beautiful, but I've grown up. I lament that time flies by, and the window must be a witness to my growth.

Suddenly I remembered Liu Xiyi's "flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year." Although people are different every year, different people perform different lives, and each life shows its own characteristics. Their wonderful, no matter what, life is always as beautiful and fulfilling as the scenery outside the window. Outside the Window Composition 12 for the second grade of junior high school

I am only fifteen years old, and I don’t know what sorrow is.

At the age of fifteen, I entered the rainy season at some point.

I was only fifteen years old, and one day I had a code book that only belonged to me. Gradually, there were more and more little secrets in the code book, and I always fell down when I thought of it. On the windowsill, staring blankly at the blue sky outside the window. Whenever night comes, I look at the moon outside the window and the stars in the sky, and listen to the sigh of Banana Rain and the rustle of the breeze blowing through the woods. My heart flies out of the window and is on the vast land. Wandering in the lonely wilderness, my thoughts were flying on the hills of my hometown... Thinking and looking, I finally understood: what I should do and what I shouldn't do.

Since then, I have placed the code book in the most secret place, and the windows have been sealed with curtains. I have entered a life journey that belongs only to me.

I found that I should try my best to do everything that is worth doing and should be done by myself. For the challenges in life, you should face them bravely, never run away, and always be confident. Only in this way can you succeed.

Work hard again and again, fail and be sad again and again, cheer up and swear again and again, and be happy with success again and again...

When I got the admission notice from a key high school, I finally relaxed, and at that moment, I saw a long-lost smile on my parents’ faces.

I climbed to the attic and found my once beloved code book. It has long lost its former glory and is covered with a thick layer of dust. I came to the window, opened the window gently, slowly opened the curtains, and gently cast my eyes on the sky outside the window again: the sky was still so blue, so refreshing, revealing a faint breath of youth, a little The bird flew past the window.

Outside the window, the blue sky remains the same. Outside the Window Composition 13

My grandfather is a flower lover. Not only did he plant flowers and plants in his yard, he also planted a locust tree in the center of the yard. Every time I go back to my hometown, I can see it just by opening the window. It is much older than me. My father said that when he was young, the locust tree was already as tall as the old house. It accompanied my father and uncle as they grew up, and later became my childhood companion.

The Sophora japonica flowers are very beautiful, with clusters of snow-white flowers forming a bunch of flower spikes. Against the backdrop of green leaves, they are fresh and refined, fragrant and charming. It's like the decorations hung on the skirts of ancient women's clothes, and like the tassels hanging from the round fans.

The scent of Sophora japonica is very unique, strong but not strong, fragrant but not vulgar. Just like its appearance, it is elegant and noble, not flattering to the world, and does not compete with other flowers. Its floral fragrance seems to hide a gentleman's character and lingering thoughts. Smelling it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and they are intoxicated.

Sophora japonica also has many practical values. Sophora japonica is rich in vitamins, which can clear away heat and detoxify, make honey, and can also be used for cooking.

The porridge cooked with Sophora japonica flowers not only looks good but is also very delicious. Sprinkle a handful of sophora flowers when steaming rice, and the steamed rice will be refreshing and delicious. Stir-fried Sophora japonica is also good, very suitable for wine and food. The skillful daughter-in-law can also mix honey and glutinous rice to steam a pot of fragrant sophora flower cake, which is mouth-watering.

This locust tree outside the window, how many memories you carry for me! Not only did you protect me from the wind and rain under the tree, but you also used the umbrella-like crown to weave green shade and provide me with a small place to read and take a nap. It was under your company and protection that I grew up from an ignorant little girl to a well-educated and sensible girl. You are like my family and my best friend, standing quietly in the yard of my hometown, blessing me as I study far away.

This night, I smelled the fragrance of locust flowers again in my dream. When I opened the window, the shadows of the trees were dancing, "rustling, rustling, rustling", it was whispering in my ear. Outside the window, second grade composition 14

Outside the window, there is a beautiful world. The world outside the window has beautiful scenery. People outside the window are living their days in a hurry, and everything outside the window is pursued.

In the morning, I lay quietly by the window sill and looked at the world outside the window. A large group of "office workers" crowded onto the bus, and the streets and alleys were filled with a rush atmosphere. The market was crowded with people and filled with the pungent smell of fish liver. The smell of camphor from last night's heavy rain left a disinfectant vapor all over the floor. The breakfast shop downstairs was bustling with business, and the greasy scallion pancakes attracted more people, making the already noisy street even noisier.

At noon, I lay quietly by the window sill, looking at the world outside the window. The hot sun moxibustion is roasting the earth, but there seem to be more people in the park: old ladies are chatting in the pavilion, and old grandfathers are practicing Tai Chi together in small groups. Every shade of the tree was crowded with people - motorcyclists felt too hot and ran to eat under the shade. When they saw a pedestrian walking by, they quickly put their lunch boxes on the stone wall and asked if they wanted to take a ride. motorcycle. A parasol was set up at a stall selling soybean curd in front of the school. Many students who came for tutoring spent a few yuan to buy a small bowl of tofu and swam under the parasol.

In the evening, I sat quietly by the window sill and looked at the world outside the window. The setting sun slowly evaporates the remaining heat into colorful clouds. The clouds couldn't wait to spread in the sky, and the sky was a residual red, dotted with traces of pink. The clouds looked like overturned paint bottles, showing a shy color, like a blushing face. You can faintly hear the meandering river water passing by, dyed with rich fragrance, yellow and clear. The flow of people is still crowded, but gradually, there are fewer people, and night falls...

Everything outside the window is an attitude towards life. Maybe it's laziness, maybe it's in a hurry, but it's all for the pursuit of some kind of sublimity and to listen to the sublime voice. This is the essence of the world.

I sat quietly by the window sill, looking at the world outside the window. Outside the Window Second Grade Composition 15

My desk is right next to the window. Whenever I get tired from doing homework, I will raise my head and enjoy the scenery outside the window for a while. The first thing I see every time is the green holly tree. There is a big one, and next to it there is a very small one, like its son. The two of them were always affectionately next to each other. When the breeze blows, they make a "rustle" sound, as if they are whispering.

The scenery outside the window in the morning is colorful, and almost all scenery can be seen at a glance. A steady stream of cars are running on the street. Students, young people and old people on the street are busy making a living. Tall trees, bright flowers, green grass, birds perching and playing on the trees... The birds are flying freely in the sky, and the little swallows are standing in line on the wires and dancing. How wonderful it all is!

At noon, the scenery outside is even more beautiful. The sun's rays are shining on the earth. People are shopping and shopping. Cars are on the highway in all directions. People seem to be blocked. It is very lively. Some buildings are being built, and cranes are constantly transporting cement. Workers They also worked very hard, and everyone was quietly enjoying themselves.

In the evening, there are gradually fewer people on the street. At this time, the birds in the sky have returned to their nests. There are still so many cars. At this time, every household is doing their own thing. Delicious food. It can be seen from this that people's living standards have improved.

In the evening, the sun was about to set and the workers were about to take a rest. The clouds were particularly red and very beautiful when illuminated by the sun. At this time, fire clouds appeared in the sky. People had finished their meals and came out to watch the fire. In Zhongyun, people take a walk while watching the fire in Zhongyun, which is very pleasant. At this time, some people were playing basketball, some were playing badminton, and some were pacing and daydreaming...

The scenery outside the window is so beautiful! It gives me infinite joy and relief.