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我读窗,窗亦读我。历代文人对窗情有独钟。在散文家的笔下,窗更是美妙绝伦。但我这里所说的窗不是“小家碧玉”式的窗,也不是“金碧辉煌”式的窗,而是教室里“粗犷而不乏恬美”的窗。铃声划破晨曦,上早读课了。我踮着脚,扯开台幕式的窗帘,感受着教室里第一缕阳光的清新,这时,阳光告诉我:“努力吧!美好的一天又开始了。”多么欢快的节奏,让你一天神采奕奕。夕阳西沉,我依偎在窗前,欣赏着吐着余辉,散发着执着气息的落日。
I read the window, the window also read me. Literary people of all ages have a soft spot on the window. In the essay’s pen, the window is fantastic. However, the window I am talking about here is not a window of “little jasper” but also a window of “magnificent” style, but a window in the classroom where there is “rough and beautiful”. Ringtones pierced the morning, early lessons. I stumble, pull the curtain curtain curtain, feel the first ray of sunshine in the classroom fresh, then the sunshine told me: “hard work! A beautiful day has begun. ” How cheerful the rhythm, Let your day be radiant. The setting sun, I nestled in front of the window, enjoy the spit afterglow, exudes a persistent atmosphere of the setting sun.