The human heart is like a house, sometimes it needs to open a window to let the heart breathe. Let the bright sunshine sweep away the shadows in our hearts and wash our hearts. The following is my composition for junior high school students. I hope you like it!
Open a window junior high school composition 1 When I was young, I was willing to go to my grandfather's house when I was free. I like my grandfather's yard, the carved wooden windows on his house, and I like to sit quietly and stare at my grandfather outside the window ... When I am tired of playing, I sometimes ask, "Hey, grandpa, what are you looking at in front of the window?" Grandpa didn't answer, just touched my head and smiled. This smile seems to be full of mystery.
Grandpa always likes to look at the land bearing years in front of the window with dignified eyes. I always felt that there was a treasure buried in that mysterious land, and then I found that even in that winter that ruined the beauty of the world, my grandfather was watching her with ecstasy. When I grow up, I seem to gradually understand that this is probably an old man's love for the countryside after experiencing storms!
On that day, grandpa was ill and nobody took care of him at home. My coquetry finally touched his silence. When he left, grandpa stood at the window, staring out of the window and lost his smile. Then, grandpa lowered his head slightly, walked out slowly, got on the bus, silently closed the window and stopped talking.
Life is such a tepid and tense study life, shuttling back and forth between school and home every day, and there is no time to pay too much attention to grandpa. One day, while I was doing my homework, I suddenly smelled a strong smell of smoke and took it away. I found grandpa staring into the distance, remembering his recent behavior and looking at that gloomy face. My grandfather seems to have lost his former happiness and left with eyes. My grandfather is staring at the direction of his hometown.
There are many tall buildings in front of my window, and the asphalt road is full of traffic. Suddenly thought of grandpa's yard, the window in the yard, grandpa in front of the window. Grandpa is homesick, and I want to go back to "home" to find Grandpa's long-lost smile. Choosing a warm day, my grandfather and I embarked on the road home. When I opened the door, I pushed open the wooden window that had been sealed for a long time by years. I can see that my grandfather's hands are shaking and my heart is shaking. This is so-called home!
Before going home, I quietly polished the window, hoping to open the "window" in my grandfather's heart.
Open a window in summer, still emitting endless heat, shining on us, shining on every corner, and also illuminating the wandering figure in my heart. ...
It was a summer, cicadas hid in the shade, and the dull cry came to people with the dazzling sunshine in the afternoon. I waited for the bus in the shade, and the sun fell to the ground in bits and pieces after the baptism of leaves. Even so, the temperature of the air has not decreased much because of the leaves, but it has continued to rise even more noisily.
Finally, the bus came. I followed the crowd slowly up and chose a window seat. In the car, the air conditioner slowly vomited air conditioning, as if it could not stand the continuous high temperature and wanted to go on strike. Not long after, a little girl of seven or eight years old sat in the empty seat next to me. The little girl is not tall, with big round eyes and moist eyes. Two thick braids add a little cuteness to the little girl. Like me, she was holding a finished mineral water bottle in her hand, and her chubby little hand clutched the bottle tightly, as if afraid that it might accidentally fall to the ground.
When the car stopped at the red light, the little girl suddenly raised her chubby little hand and touched me. "Sister, open the window." A sweet voice sounded in my ear. "On such a hot day, there is air conditioning in the car. Isn't it hotter to open the window again? " I smiled at her and said slowly. At this time, the little girl pointed out of the window and motioned for me to look over. Outside the window, I saw a big bag full of plastic bottles. Looking down, it turned out to be a short old man. The old man's back was slightly bent and his skin became brown in the hot sun. A worn-out long coat, a pair of trousers full of patches, and a pair of shoes with exposed toes are all old people's clothes.
As the old man got closer, I turned my head and stared at the little girl's clear eyes, without any impurities. I was shocked at once.
The signal light in front changed from red to green. I just woke up, took two plastic bottles, opened the window and handed them to the old man. The old man took it slowly, raised his head and gave us a kind smile. At that moment, I seemed to understand something.
When we open the window in our hearts called indifference, we will gain more, because the bright sunshine will shine through the window at this moment, taking away indifference and leaving warmth.
Open the window. I don't like doors. I like windows. I will close a door for me at will, as long as he opens a window for me.
I like windows, and I like to look at windows, because windows are transparent, not empty and transparent, but can see everything, without shelter, shady, backstage and unspoken rules. This window, like Cui Yongyuan, "mercilessly" exposed everything and all the hidden rules of the entertainment circle. I am very happy to see this transparent world through the window in the morning, watching people rush for their livelihood and watching birds and animals fly away for their stomachs. From fog in the morning to dusk. Look at the sunrise and sunset, everything is boundless, and look at this transparent white world.
I like windows, and I like its lightness and lightness. You can easily control the opening and closing of the window with a light pull. Unlike a door, it is heavy and pale, slowly and dully volatilizing up and down. He doesn't creak, but only knocks on the window frame when he is hard, not "dong-"but "bang!" Light and short.
I like windows. I like their simplicity. No matter what brand of window, it is the same: a frame, a frame with glass and a handle. What can't be opened and closed is even simpler, a frame with glass, unlike a door. Now the doors on the market are a little too fancy, some with original big wooden doors and some without locks. There are also those with locks, electronic locks, fingerprint locks, voice-activated locks, and even those who brush their faces, all waving to you: "Choose me! Choose me! " Interesting, but also boring, too fancy and complicated. The window is bright and clean, simple and quiet, which makes us live in a downtown area, omitting a little noise and adding a little tranquility.
I like windows because they can see through the doors and eyes of people's hearts. This is beyond the reach of a cat's eye on the door. Everything in the world is different. The twinkling of an eye can not help but arouse people's thinking about the ups and downs of everything and the ever-changing earth. Flowers and trees in the world, flowers and trees in the four seasons rotate in my heart, spring flowers, autumn moon, summer winter snow, I think at the window, think about the world and feel life.
I like windows because they are breathable. They can trade in the old for the new, reform and replace the already turbid gas with fresh and comfortable air full of oxygen. How nice this is! He brought freshness to my mind and new thinking to my brain.
Someone retorted that windows are not free and can give people free access like doors. How pale, how powerless, how ridiculous! I instantly recalled my classmates who opened the door without a key and flipped on the door frame every day. Sometimes the clumsiness of several people adds laughter. On the contrary, this window will not only restrict our freedom, but also bring us fun!
What a nice window! I admire it, praise it and love it.
Open the window. There is a window called success and a yoke called method. That chain firmly imprisoned the window, so that I could not open it and enter the world outside it. So I tried to find the key and never stopped. ...
It was the first monthly exam in Senior Two, and I only got a "B" in politics, which was not surprising at all, because I expected the result at the moment I handed in the paper. This should start from the later material analysis questions. Although I memorized the contents of the textbook 10 1 times, my brain was like a chain drop during the exam. I've racked my brains, but I still have no clue. I really want to dig a hole and get in. In this way, the two big questions were ruthlessly awarded a zero by the teacher. It turns out that memorizing knowledge points should be down-to-earth, not satisfied with oral talk, but with heart.
Out of breath, the mid-term exam came one after another. As usual, I got a "B" in politics. When the bright red cross caught my eye, I fell from heaven into the abyss, because this time I thought I was perfect, but my grades were still "shocking", and my dream excellent grades "ran to the sea and never came back." It turned out that I made a mistake that kindergarten children would not make because of my impetuousness, carelessness and other unreasonable reasons.
With the lessons of the previous two failures, I ushered in the final exam, and got an "A" in the first political exam, and it was the first good result in the department.
After many twists and turns, I finally realized that failure is also success. As Emerson said, "failure is what I want, and it is as valuable as my success."
There is such a key called failure. With this key, I opened the window-the window belongs to success, so I tasted the joy of success. Really thank you, failure!
Open a window. On the narrowest night, I embrace loneliness. I was the only one crying in the long night. When will the graceful and hazy moonlight outside the window refract to this heart that prays for light?
Thorns all over the road stabbed our hearts with sharp thorns. Perhaps the blood beads falling from our hearts splashed the fallen flowers all over the floor. Under the blue sky, let the birds soar in the vast sky, let the fish embrace the blue ocean, but imprison me in this darkness. A door and a window have accompanied me through many days and nights. ...
The closed door will block the footsteps, and the solid prison window will bring a blank dream to the soul. I groaned in pain. Are those doors and windows the refuge of my life? Don't! Don't! The angry cry in my heart filled this narrow space. I want to go out, I want to get rid of this bondage and return to happy youth. I'm going out!
When a belief is deeply planted in the heart, it is difficult to uproot it. The contract of the mind becomes an infinite force. After I opened the window, it was happiness that held me tightly. The gurgling stream flows in my heart, and all the good things I expect are waving to me outside the window, waiting for my arrival. With faith, there is no hidden power, and a ray of hope will penetrate the cold glass and build a dream bridge for the soul.
Just when I was still in despair, that is, when I ushered in the light. "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light" may be the case. Open a window of faith, and the warm moonlight soothes the wounds of the soul. Then the open heart got rid of the narrow doors and windows and embraced the dream tightly. The beauty of that moment seems to be that the whole world is cheering for you. The dance steps of time have passed and a song of life is echoing. ...
In the long river of life, how many doors and windows have become insurmountable heart walls and buried the hopes of many dreamers. But behind you, there is a hoe of faith that pries open the prison window, but you haven't picked it up and fought bravely for your dream. The closed doors and windows give us despair, but they give us endless courage. The biggest driving force for no way back's progress. The hidden power is enough to shock the whole world at the moment when the window of faith opens.
Face the darkness with a smile, bravely face the obstacles in life, open one window after another of faith, and make the world bright and full of light for you.
Open a window in the gap, there is still a glimmer of light, not a closed death ban. Around the twilight, open a window and embrace the world that belongs only to you.
I know him, who used to be so sunny and energetic, and now he has been away for five years. After a short but not short time, seeing him again was full of familiarity and strangeness. That year, he was just in the third year of high school, and a car accident in which the devil controlled his fate mercilessly took away his parents and made him bear all kinds of burdens of life. He had to give up his studies, because tuition and living expenses became issues he considered day and night ... I don't know how he came over and saw the vicissitudes and strength on his face that should not have appeared at this age, making the Buddha bloom like a stubborn young plant after wind and rain.
The unexpected trouble made his mother die on the spot in the car accident, which made him miserable. And when he thought that he had a father who was being treated, he took out everything that could be exchanged for money at home to pay for this expensive operation. No matter how low the success rate of this operation is, he still didn't hear it. He just wants to save his father. Relatives and friends around us have done their best, and they have also advised them. He just said, "Even if the whole world wants me to face this darkness, I won't give up a glimmer of hope! As long as he has light. " Red blood silk filled his eyes.
However, reality did not feel sorry for him. After this series of ups and downs, the fate of death has not been spared. When the doctor told him that the operation failed and his father died during the operation, he collapsed on the ground, his eyes were desperate, and people looked at him with knife-like pain.
When he got home, he could see that he was tired and numb. This family, only an empty shell, is as poor as a church mouse. Without the playful voice of parents and the harmony of the past, this house no longer belongs to him.
Now there are two ways in front of him, or he will never recover, so he indulges himself and paralyzes all the pain. The other way is to fight against fate, live more attentively, let the dead parents rest in peace and cheer up again. I'm very happy for him. He chose the latter.
I clearly remember that there was a sly look in his eyes when he told his tortuous experience. He said: "since I am not a person cared for by an angel, I can only take off if I am brave and strong and grow my own wings." I know I can't change the tragedy of the past, so let it end. Now, as long as I am alive, I must be worthy of my parents who love me so much, because they have given me life and knowledge, and I want to let the light of this life shine. "
Indeed, at the beginning, he was stubborn, unyielding and resigned. Let him hit a wall everywhere, and let him persist until now. All the doors were ruthlessly closed for him. He no longer expected others to open any door for her, so he chose himself and opened a window to meet the light. He was only 18 years old at that time. Without the college entrance examination, God slapped him hard and reality abandoned him. And how he came here, this journey, presumably only he knows. He climbed up step by step, who would remember that he was a down-and-out young man, squatting to sell vegetables. It turns out that the posture of sunshine is really difficult in such an environment. His eyes did not give up. It is easy for me to understand that he is such a successful man now. He has great economic strength. Now he is dressed in a suit and tie, and he is seen frequently in various financial news, which makes him more calm and steady.
I can better understand that when the angel has no time to take care of him, when the devil won't let him go, he chooses not to rely on anyone. His faith made him who he is today, and he got rid of the trampling of fate perfectly.
If the flowers are in full bloom, butterflies will fly. The established facts are still helpless, so why bother? The world will not change because of your choice, but your choice determines your life. If reality closes all the doors, please open a window for yourself and continue to struggle for your endless life.
Smile, you need to catch that glimmer of light, even if it is just a glimmer of light outside the window, it can illuminate your life.
Opening a window is still a noisy sound, and basketball hits a heavy drum on the concrete floor. There is a dark cloud on the horizon. The air pressure in the house is very stuffy.
The window lattice was half open, and the breeze came quietly.
In the third grade, a colorful word was branded on everyone's arm and became the mark of growth. The rosy metallic texture is engraved in the heart and in the dream.
Suddenly, I was jealous of the children outside the window laughing carefree. A faint ray of sunshine shines on the open notebook, and the red handwriting is particularly dazzling and even a little distorted.
The exam is coming, the homework is growing geometrically, and a crushed camel insists on carrying the desolation all night. Bai Yan's beautiful fingers caressed the pen, and clusters of flowers appeared on the paper.
Hot, the air in the room is surprisingly stuffy, upset and dry. Make a test paper and go to the window.
Outside the window, the sun is still weak, shining on the teenagers' high backs and wheat-colored skin. Open all the windows quietly, and the wind will bring you love.
Open a biography that has been idle for a long time, and the calendar clearly shows 1 April. A few years ago, a beautiful creature was born in the world, so the scenery in Zhejiang added a bit of April. Some people say that the birth of Yin Hui was a big joke, but she was favored by three gifted scholars. Perhaps, smart as she is, she knows how to open a window for herself and turn around gorgeously in repeated choices.
The residual clouds roll up and the fragrance floats.
The thick fragrance of autumn chrysanthemum filled the whole space, and the heat was squeezed out and compressed. Smile in the darkness of the curtains. The strong and agile wind washed away anxiety and anxiety, and Miss Huan Yi sang softly in her ear.
Just be comfortable!
At dusk, I frown emotionally. The noisy teenagers dispersed, leaving only the vitality and sweat of the land. I can clearly feel the world outside the window. Perhaps, like Yin Hui, leave yourself a choice, leave yourself a cycle without opening the window in adversity, and leave yourself a turn in anxiety. The world will be presented in a new way.
The dark clouds on the horizon dispersed, leaving only one window in the room, quietly blowing a breeze.