Essay XX Outside the Window is urgently needed

Refer to the morning glory outside the window.

In February and March of this year, my dad planted some morning glories in the small vegetable garden outside my room window.

One morning a few days ago, when I woke up early, I opened the window and immediately smelled a refreshing fragrance wafting through the fresh air. In the haze, a few pink flowers flew in front of my eyes - oh, it turned out that the morning glory planted by my father had bloomed a few small ones!

I realized that since my father planted morning glory, I have been so busy that I have forgotten that there are so many tiny lives outside the window of my room, in my small vegetable garden, trying to sprout and grow! And today they are able to bloom in gorgeous flowers!

I couldn't help but walk out of the room and into the small vegetable garden outside the window, and take a closer look at the little flowers.

I saw that these little flowers, all like a flamboyant little trumpet, shouted their bold words to the sky; It is like a delicate goblet full of elixir and jade liquid, waiting for the soldiers to return in triumph. Although they are pitifully small, I feel that they have never been inferior or inferior, and some are just optimistic and aggressive. Otherwise, how could a thinner long bud stretch out from time to time on the stem of the lovely morning glory, like a tender but resilient little arm, firmly grasping the trellis next to it, and the stem head bravely and resolutely climbed towards the top of the trellis!

I can imagine how they went from tiny seeds to life and eventually grew lush in the little vegetable garden outside my window. I can also imagine the noise of the little vegetable garden outside my window as they climb to the top of the trellis – countless little trumpets will surely shout in unison the most powerful voice of life, "If you work hard, even a small life can bear fruit"!

So, in the small vegetable garden outside the window of my room, the moment I observed the morning glory, I immediately understood the secret of why my father planted morning glory in the spring.

Thanks for the morning glory outside the window! Thanks Dad!

"Composition: The Tree Outside the Window" Looking out of the window of my room, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. In that jagged spring day of smoke trees, the flowers are red and charming.

It stirred my inspiration and provoked my thoughts, and over time, I actually regarded this "neighbor" standing through the window as a know-it-all. One morning, however, I looked out the window and found that a storm had eroded it beyond recognition. Immediately, a kind of sadness of "flowers falling" swept over my heart!

I can't help but sigh with emotion: stumbling on the road of life, going through several twists and turns, several vicissitudes, and losing many beloved friends again and again, isn't life like this flower that passes away with the wind? After a while, this matter gradually faded into oblivion.

Once, when I returned from a trip to the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a little dull, so I inadvertently opened the window, and suddenly my eyes lit up: a fiery red triangular plum tree came into view, and it was frozen in the background of the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself, and I wondered, why didn't I find this budding and unyielding life behind Luoying in the first place?

Yes, the last petal of the hibiscus has withered, and people's praise for it has been forgotten in the memory of the past, but the three-cornered plum has grown, and the flame-like brilliant and dazzling red shows people the change and continuation of life. Who's to say that loss and gain are not a symphony? I stood in front of the window for a long time, and I deeply realized:

There is no constant scenery in life, as long as the heart is always towards the sun, you will find that every morning there will be a beautiful and hazy vision in front of your window, rising, the world will always transmit the overture of hope. "Trees Outside the Window".

You just write that when Sage Kong meets Qin Shi Huang, the two of them will see who is powerful.

When *** met Chairman Chiang.

When Guan Gong met Qin Qiong, please refer to Hou Baolin's cross talk "Guan Gong vs. Qin Qiong", hehe.

(1) Distance produces not beauty, but missing, always thinking and remembering.

Inscription.

Time is like a good healer, it helps us to heal a bleeding heart. Time is like an all-powerful comforter, it can inspire us to forget the pain of life. Time is like a wise man who guides the scholar to build the edifice of knowledge.

Time is like a painter who dots the screen into a fly, he will help the hard-working to paint a brilliant tomorrow.

My friends (friends can be playmates, classmates, siblings, parents, teachers).

The beginning and end can be applied, and the main insertion of the middle narrative can be related to it.