After a summer rain, it was surprisingly quiet outside the window. I looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, the cuckoo and the lush flowers in singing in the trees. ...
Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by something. It was a man, a sanitation worker wearing an orange hat, orange clothes and a broom. She seems to be limping to sweep the floor, sweeping the leaves that have just been knocked down by the rain, and I can't help feeling pity. ...
The sanitation worker is an elderly woman, who looks at least sixty or seventy years old. My heart is full of doubts and puzzles: why does an old man who can comfortably drink afternoon tea and enjoy relaxing and beautiful family time go out to do such a dirty and bitter job? Maybe it's to make children happier. Maybe she thinks people can't eat and drink for free all their lives. They should make some contributions to the world. Maybe ... maybe. ...
The summer sun is like fire. Children eat popsicles and blow air conditioners at home, but they go to work in the scorching sun. No matter how hot it is, they just take a rest or drink a few mouthfuls of water, and then go on working. When the storm came, their clothes were soaked, but they didn't say a word "bitter"; While others keep warm by fire in cold winter, they are still working hard. ...
This reminds me of someone who said, "There are three' moral' occupations in the world: one is teachers, who strive to cultivate talents; One is doctors, they save lives; There are also policemen who defend the way of justice. " But he ignored the sanitation workers. Look at a few successful entrepreneurs and stars. They obtained wealth by improper means, but did they make contributions to society like sanitation workers? As Mo Yan said, making more money does not mean creating more social value.
Sanitation workers work for us in obscurity, their names are unknown, and their every move involves thousands of households. They are supreme, and what is truly supreme is the long-term interests of the human home. Don't they deserve our praise for their unrequited spirit? I think they are engaged in the fourth "moral profession"?
I can't help staring at the sanitation workers, and my heart can't help but ripple. ...
Outside my window, a flock of birds live.
No matter the window of study, living room, bedroom or kitchen, there is a bird's nest without exception. It may be that the living environment in our community is good, and there are many kinds of trees and all kinds of fruit trees, so there are naturally more food sources for birds. Strangely, birds don't nest in trees, but prefer the windows of each family. I think this may be the reason why windows can keep out the wind compared with trees. Anyway, it is certainly a good thing to have lovely birds living with us.
A fat turtledove came up to me. It is not afraid of people and turns to look at me. Seeing that I didn't move, it went to the nest just made and squatted down.
A few days later, it laid two round eggs. The eggshell is thin and shiny. After laying eggs, it goes out less often and spends most of its time incubating eggs. In winter, there is no fruit, the ground is covered with thick snow, and the turtledove eats less food. I saw mother turtledove getting thinner. I think, I can't even eat enough. How can I feed two hungry birds? I couldn't bear to look at it, so I took out a handful of red beans, mung beans, oats and black rice at home, put them on a small plate and carefully placed them on the edge of the bird's nest, hoping to help them solve the problem of eating. At first, mother bird was a little skeptical about my kindness. Slowly, watching the family's friendly behavior towards it, we began to take our own food. So the survival rate of the little turtledove is very high.
In spring, when there is plenty of food, they go to find earthworms with more nutritional value, and I don't need to feed them beans. This little turtledove is very cute. Once, the mother bird stole sesame seeds from somewhere to feed the birds. As soon as the white sesame got stuck in the bird's nose, another little turtledove kept pecking at it. The two of them had a good time.
But they also bring us some troubles. Every morning, a family of four begins to sing in chorus, which makes us unable to sleep late. Lying in a comfortable bed, I really want to coax them away. Because they live in orange trees outside the window, we dare not water the trees for fear of disturbing them, so we can only wait for natural rainfall. So orange trees often have dozens of flowers. Because of lack of water, it only produced an orange, which was pecked by a bird. We were helpless and had to let the orange tree die.
The bird grew up and flew away.
At this time next year, there will be birds coming again.
A large group of passengers gathered at the roadside station and looked anxiously at both ends of the road.
There are no cars and even few passers-by. Only an old man in rags sat in the open space opposite the station, reposing his eyes.
"I really shouldn't have come to this hellhole!" A girl with curly hair complained to a gentleman with a moustache next to her: "We were cheated by the tour guide!" " "
Moustache looked at his watch, frowned and said nothing.
"Wait patiently." A man with a big belly said. "Miracles will happen!" Another gentleman with a bald forehead nodded in agreement.
There is not a cloud in the sky, and cicadas are chirping anxiously in the trees on the roadside.
Finally, a car with a blue-purple luster came from one end of the road and stopped in front of the passengers. The shape of this car is very strange. It looks like a lizard without tail and legs.
The passengers cheered at once.
The moustache stepped forward and asked, "Where is this bus going?"
The door slammed open and the conductor leaned out of the window and replied, "Blissful Town."
"Great, this is exactly where we are going!" Moustache grabbed the girl with curly hair and squeezed into the car. Big belly and bald forehead followed them.
"Excuse me, where is Blissful Town?" A gentleman with tortoise-shell glasses came over and asked, holding a tourist map in his hand.
"Don't ask where it is, get on the bus with us." The pot-bellied man looked back at his glasses and said.
"But I can't find it on the map?" Tortoise shell glasses spread out the map, and there was a puzzled expression on his face.
"It's not surprising to find it on the map!" Belly dropped this sentence and got into the car.
"It's a secret place," the bald man whispered to him when he saw that his glasses were still hesitating. "It is said that whatever you want, you can get it when you get there ... Don't miss this opportunity and get on the bus!"
The bald forehead aroused the glasses' great curiosity, and he got on the bus after them.
Then the car started and drove to the attractive place.
Look, the scenery outside the window. How wonderful, a tenacious pea contains hardships and strives to grow. But the surrounding environment still created difficulties for it, which made it end its life without a chance.
One sunny morning, I was doing my homework. Unconsciously, two hours passed, and I stretched myself and had a rest. Looking up out of the window, you can see buildings rising from the ground, jagged houses and white sky. The line of sight slowly decreased, and I glanced at an "unknown object" falling from the upstairs outside the window. I think it looks like peas. That pea seems to have feet. It can go wherever it wants, but it's windy. Alas, I accidentally fell into a small hole where only peas can get in and out. I am curious. I often hear the teacher say that beans that fall into cracks in bricks have strong vitality and can grow seedlings. I don't believe it, so I usually "heat up" anything new for five minutes, and this time I actually observe it regularly every day for the first time. A week has passed, two weeks have passed, and peas have not grown ups and downs at all. I suddenly gave up and said gloomily, "What! It's not true at all, and it's not long at all! " Five days later, on Friday, I came home sweating and began to do my homework. When I was thinking about the purpose of the exam, I suddenly saw it in a casual moment. A bright green seedling jumped out of such a small hole. I am happy, but I regret that I only saw the seedling, but I didn't see its difficult drilling process. I stared at it for a long time and thought, "How long will it last?" From that day on, I carefully observed it again, and the seedling still hasn't changed. I don't think it will die. Three days passed, and finally there was a new change-after all, it was dead. The seedling is broken, and the hole in the brick seam seems to be bigger. However, its growing environment has not changed for it. The scenery outside the window is strong and regrettable.
Look, the scenery outside the window is always beautiful.
The sky outside the window is just right, not depressed or high. Where the sun sets, the clouds are pale yellow, and there is a warm and beautiful twilight. I can't help nodding. Lying here with your eyes closed, turn around and can't see clearly. I just feel a lot of black shadows walking in the orange air. I opened my eyes wide, and the scenery outside the window was unique.
The night in this ancient city has been so busy. Lights of all colors will never make the night too dark. However, not all corners will be taken care of, just like the alley I passed on my way home, the old man who has been sitting in the corner. Old clothes and old stories always win my sympathy. I don't want to think about the hidden conspiracy there, because I like perfection, and the characters in the story always love each other.
I seem really unrealistic. I always live in my ideal life, where it should be sunny every day, and there should be groups of friends, laughing and laughing, or occasionally I will encounter some minor setbacks and sadness, and someone will send them to comfort and encourage me at the first time. However, life is not like this.
That day, it suddenly turned cloudy. It is going to rain! So my mother and I hurried home. Suddenly a 7-year-old boy and a 5-or 6-year-old girl came into my sight. There are more than a dozen umbrellas around them. The boy bravely shouted to the pedestrians on the roadside: it's going to rain. Buy an umbrella. Very cheap. Five dollars! I don't know if everyone is out of pity or curiosity for the two children, so they all gathered around and fiddled with those colorful umbrellas at will. Some people who really want to buy umbrellas took two and left in a hurry. Some idle people asked defiantly: Where did this umbrella come from? The children are too busy to answer these boring questions. The unexpected heavy rain dispersed the crowd, leaving only two smiling children, one with money and the other with the remaining umbrella. They must have happily forgotten to bring their umbrellas. The two little people were wet by the rain.
Sitting by the window, the scenery in the rain outside the window is still unique, and pedestrians in the street pass by in a hurry, one after another. ...
The afterglow of the sunset shone into my hut through the window. Warm but not dazzling. Fantasy, light and gorgeous. The world and heaven seem to be one, which has aroused my infinite reverie.
But the window separates me from the outside world. I feel uncomfortable in my heart, as if the window had imprisoned me here. Reaching out, I can only touch the cold glass, but there is no warmth. I am like a butterfly in a cage, eager for freedom, but powerless.
Looking up, the blue sky and white clouds seem to be in front of me, but thousands of miles away from me; Looking around, there are high-rise buildings everywhere, which is the shadow of dreams and the reflection of reality; Overlooking, there are busy streets, pedestrians coming and going in a hurry, and the land I yearn for. Rivers drift from one place to another, but there is no silver here. As in the phase boundary, the air freezes and the world freezes, which becomes so absurd.
At the moment, the window is quiet, maybe in my eyes. Call it, it drives away the noise outside and lets me just enjoy the beautiful scenery. I like silence, but I don't like silence, and the occasional excitement will be icing on the cake. I can see the wind and grass for you. An inexplicable boredom welled up in my mind. What's going on here? In other words, butterflies in cages need some sense of existence.
I'm used to long prison terms. No, I will never get used to it. People need freedom, and I am no exception. The beauty outside the window is only temporary. Sometimes I tell myself that you won't wither unless the window separates you from the outside world. But is this really the case?
I once read a story, far away, there is a pure land of bliss. Everyone there can live forever. For thousands of years, they have been used to watching the rise and fall of the world, but in the end they still do nothing. They will only appreciate, but no matter how beautiful things are, they will get tired of appreciating them for so long. They sometimes have the idea of death, but how can they be considered dead? No one can give an answer. So, don't waste time here, blend in with the crowd and enjoy freedom is the best choice at the moment.
The window is broken, but the world outside the window is dangerous. The window is good, but the world outside the window is also interesting. My thoughts have already drifted to the world outside the window, as if staring at the most beautiful thing in my heart.
A person's life is really short, but I think a life full of adventure is meaningful. So, open the window in your heart and do what you want.
After listening to my tutor tell me what I have learned again, I turned my head impatiently out of the window, but at the moment I turned my head, I was immersed in the beautiful sunset.
The setting sun slowly falls on the ground with a halo of unknown color, which is particularly beautiful against the background of tall buildings in the distance.
I don't know if it's because of the surrounding clouds or the thick smog in winter. In short, the sunset brings a hazy aesthetic feeling.
I suddenly remembered a novel I had read before, in which a female teacher in a boarding school took her class out to play and saw a beautiful sunset that I had never seen before. The teacher asked, what color do you think the sunset is? Students' answers are varied, some say rose red, some say pink, and even some strange answers appear at last, such as egg red, lemon red and so on. Perhaps the sunset itself is a unique red, so it can't be described by other colors.
The beauty of sunset is different from sunrise, just as sunset is different from sunrise. Sunrise is usually only a moment, while sunset is a long and slow process; The morning sunshine brings us shocking beauty, while the sunset brings us hazy beauty with a little elegance. If the sunrise brings people the shock of seeing a life born, then the sunset brings people the surprise of seeing a beautiful girl in her infancy. I prefer sunset to sunrise, because sunset is a good medicine that can change my fidgety mood, and sunrise can only bring me a glimmer of hope at a rare time.
I don't know if anyone loves the beauty of the sunset as much as I do, and I don't know if anyone appreciates the beauty of the sunset at the same time. However, at this moment, I deeply fell in love with the sunset I accidentally saw outside the window. It calmed my impetuous heart, and when I returned to the classroom, I found that the teacher had talked about the knowledge just now, and I couldn't help sighing in my heart. What a beautiful misunderstanding!
Outside the window, the sun has set and the sky is dark.
No one noticed how the old man in rags got on the bus. He opened his handbag and shouted, "Who wants to buy viewing glasses? Glasses to see the scenery along the way! "
No one is interested in the sale of old people. People's hearts yearn for that mysterious place and despise the scenery passing by outside the window.
Glasses look very excited sitting on the seat. He is a travel fan. He has traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers and has never heard of such a magical place. He thought to himself, "What is my greatest wish? Is it fame, status or something else? "
In front of the glasses sat a girl with a moustache and curly hair. Combining the two, Tan Xing is powerful. The girl with curly hair said that her biggest wish is to win the first prize in the beauty contest in the whole province, and the moustache's wish is to make the girl's father change his mind and agree to their marriage.
Big belly is the manager of Tycoon Electric Company. His wish is to make a windfall and become a real tycoon. Bald and eager to be governor.
The scenery outside the window is constantly being left behind by cars, and no one feels sorry. Only one child nestled in the arms of a middle-aged woman and stared curiously out of the window.
The car suddenly bumped and stopped.
"Is there anything wrong with the car?" Belly stood up anxiously and asked the driver questions.
"The intersection ahead is blocked." The driver didn't look back.
People didn't notice a long line of cars parked in front. As a result, people showed an uneasy look.
The old man took the opportunity to take out several pairs of "viewing mirrors" from his bag and sold them to the passengers one by one: "Buy one, don't miss the scenery outside the window. Put it on and you will find something new. "
Looking at the cardboard "viewing mirror", everyone just shook their heads.
"Mom, I want to look in the mirror!"
"Silly boy, that's a trick to cheat money!"
"Old sister-in-law, you can't say that!" Before the old man approached, "I made this observation mirror myself. It's wonderful ..."
"Leave us alone," said the middle-aged woman. "I don't have many tickets in my pocket ..."
"Then what are you doing in this car with your children?"
"Go to bliss town! I hope to find the father of the child ... "
The old man turned around with a strange expression.