theiropenwindows

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Maybe this cage

has been a cocoon all along.

If you want to fly,

give up everything that weighs you down.

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Butterfly outside the window

The sun shines through the white curtains of the hospital onto Jade's bed. The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant. This is the second year that Jade has lived here. For Jade, who is only 13 years old, this ward is her whole world. Severe cancer forces her to lie in bed every day. She is so weak that she even needs the help of a nurse to turn over.

The only thing she can do is to observe the world outside the window every day.

Outside the window is a green belt with several tall trees. Jade likes to watch the wind blowing the leaves, and occasionally sees birds flying over the branches.

The scene outside the window has become her only comfort, but it also reminds her how far away she is from the outside world.

Jade has a dream, which is to open the window and touch the outside world. Whenever the sound of birds comes from outside the window, she closes her eyes and imagines how gentle the wind outside the window is, and whether the touch of the leaves will be as soft as in her dream.

She once secretly asked the nurse: "Can I open the window?" The nurse shook her head and comforted her: "When you feel better, you can."

One day, the nurse brought a wildflower, "I picked this from outside. Let's plant it by the window, okay?" Jade nodded and smiled faintly.

The flower was planted in a small flower pot on the windowsill, bathing in the sun every day, and Jade would stare at it for a long time. The flower became her new friend, as if bringing the outside world into her ward.

As time went by, Jade's body became weaker and weaker, and it became difficult for her to even open her eyes. But she always had that wish in her heart: when she got better, she must open the window, touch the leaf, and smell the fragrance of the flower. However, her condition did not improve, and the doctors and nurses knew that she might not survive this winter.

One morning, the sky outside the window was surprisingly bright. Jade lay quietly, looking at the flower on the windowsill with her eyes open. However, the once bright flower has now withered, its petals shrunken and lifeless. When the nurse pushed open the curtains, she was also stunned for a moment, with a trace of sadness in her eyes.

Just then, a small butterfly flew over. It flew around the windowsill, and finally landed on the edge of the window, gently flapping its wings. The nurse whispered to Jade: "Look, the butterfly is coming." Jade tried to raise the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just closed her eyes slightly.

The wind outside the window blew gently into the ward, bringing a touch of warmth. The butterfly stayed for a moment, as if it felt something, and then flew away gently. The ward became quiet, but the sound of the wind chimes outside the window was still ringing, as if telling an unfinished dream.

The window was finally opened, but the people in the room were gone.

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Being kind and sensitive at heart is considered as weakness in today’s world but if everyone in the world was like this, the world would be stronger without any war and everyone would be safe.

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Window in her dream

It was rainy and rainy, and the raindrops kept hitting the crumbling window glass of the classroom like beads with broken strings, dripping out a low elegy. The mottled water marks on the window blurred the scene outside, and the dilapidated houses and fields devoured by war in the distance were like a layer of gray gauze. Kristen’s eyes wandered to the window, and his expression was a little trance.

The sound of reading in the classroom was loud, and the teacher was leading the students to turn the book to the next page, but Kristen’s thoughts had already flown far away. The window should have been a bridge to hope, but it repeatedly brought the bleak reality into view. Under the gray sky, the devastated scene silently told the cruelty of war.

Kristen’s fingers gently stroked the edge of the table, and a familiar figure emerged in her mind-the boy who would never see it again. In the afternoons of the past, the grass outside the window was green, and the boy always waved his arms and ran in the sun, with sweat beads on his forehead shining. He would always stop when the ball rolled under the window and raise a brilliant smile to Kristen in the window, as if all the good things could be gathered in that moment.

Suddenly, a huge roar outside the window cut off X's chaotic thoughts. The whole classroom seemed to be lifted up by some huge force, and the window glass turned into fragments in an instant. Kristen only felt a roar in her ears. Amid the teacher's heartbreaking orders of "get down" and "get down" and the panicked screams of his classmates, Kristen gradually lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, it was night. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth, and the sky above was red by the fire not far away. Kristen tried to get up, but found that her body was pressed under the collapsed wooden beams and could no longer move.

She slowly closed his eyes, realizing that he might never be able to walk out of the ruins again. As her consciousness gradually blurred, she seemed to hear a gust of wind blowing, and a familiar bird song came from outside the window. The sound penetrated the gunpowder and ruins and pulled her into a dream.

In her dream, she sat in the classroom again. The windows were clean and the sun shone through the windows onto her desk, illuminating the words on the textbook. She reached out and pushed open the window. A breeze blew in, carrying the fragrance of grass. Outside the window was a green spring meadow, with children's laughter coming one after another. Kristen looked up and saw the boy she was familiar with chasing a football, with the grass under her feet blooming with vigorous vitality.

"Look, how beautiful it is outside the window." The boy stopped and gave Kristen a bright smile. Kristen also smiled, with relief and hope in her smile.

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Sky, Wind, Fire, Water, Earth (Naomi Kawase, 2001)

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Windermere

daniel_casson

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Lonely Window

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the layers of branches and leaves onto the red brick and green tile houses, and wisps of smoke come out of the chimneys. A few swallows fly through the air, and free-range chickens and ducks can be seen everywhere walking and looking for food leisurely on the ground.

It was in such an evening that Charlotte came to her grandmother's house in the countryside. In fact, she understood that her parents were too busy with work to take time to take care of her, but it was inevitable that she felt a little wronged. She left her parents at the age of 7 and lived with a "strange" grandmother.

"It's okay, actually." Charlotte shrugged and comforted herself.

She walked along the path, and the road was lined with rapeseed flowers, golden, and looked particularly spectacular under the setting sun.

Turning a corner, Charlotte heard the barking of dogs and chickens in the distance, and her steps became slow, with a hint of hesitation.

She walked slowly into the yard and saw her grandmother sitting at the door washing vegetables. Charlotte called softly, "Grandma." The old woman slowly raised her head. Her hair was gray and was simply tied into a loose bun with a black hairpin. A few strands of scattered hair swayed gently in the wind.

Seeing Charlotte, the grandmother did not react. She nodded slightly and walked into the house with the washed vegetables.

Charlotte lowered her head, not letting anyone see her tears falling on the ground. Then she followed her grandmother into the house. Grandma's house was very old, and there was a faint wood fragrance in the house.

Charlotte walked to her room, quietly packed her luggage, and sat in front of the window. The window in the room was the old-fashioned window with iron grilles, and there were tiny cracks on the glass. She silently dragged her face and looked out the window. Outside the window was a lush field, and the sound of cicadas and wind was like background sound, ringing non-stop.

Days passed, and Charlotte spent most of her time in her room. The window in the room was not big, but it was just right to see a big locust tree. The locust tree is very special. Its crown is like a huge umbrella. Bird nests hang between its branches, and several sparrows often fly in and out.

One day, Charlotte couldn't help asking her grandmother, "Grandma, this locust tree seems to be many years old." Grandma stopped her work and replied calmly, "This was planted by your grandfather the year we got married." Charlotte was stunned for a moment. This was the first time that her grandmother talked to her about the past.

"Charlotte, open the window and look outside next time. You will love it here." Grandma said softly.

After that day, Charlotte began to take the initiative to walk out of the room, walk to the fields, and walk to her grandmother. For her, the window is no longer just a place for ventilation, but also a bridge connecting her heart and the outside world. Her loneliness dissipated with the fresh wind, and her heart became brighter because of the opening of this window.