I grew up with my grandmother, and my growth has always been inseparable from her care and care.
One cold night, it was raining lightly, and I was so cold that I curled up in bed. Just as I was shivering with cold, my grandmother pushed the door and came in. She only wore a military green pajamas, holding a thick quilt in her hand and gently covering it for me. Covered with a thick quilt, I suddenly felt much warmer, and my curled-up body slowly relaxed. I opened my eyes gently and saw my grandmother looking at me with loving eyes and stroking my messy hair gently. Those eyes seemed to be looking at the artwork she had painstakingly carved.
"Wo Wo, isn't it cold?" "Not cold, not cold, you go to sleep! Otherwise, I will cough again in the future! " Speaking of which, my nose is sour and my eyes are full of tears. How many times, grandma caught a cold and coughed and fell ill because she took care of me at night. I quickly hid my head in the quilt to prevent her from seeing my tears. Grandma tugged at the quilt again, and then got up to go back to the house. I can feel that she didn't forget to look back at me when she closed the door, then gently closed the door and tiptoed back to the house.
Another time I was sick, too sick to speak and eat. Grandma made my favorite meatball soup and soaked rice, but I still have no taste at all. Grandma just fed me a spoonful of rice and I threw up on her. But grandma didn't pay attention to the dirt on her body, but looked at me pitifully. The eyes seemed to say: My baby grandson will be well soon. Grandma loves you very much! At that time, how much I hated my disappointment, which made my grandmother worry and care about me!
Grandma's eyes are full of kindness and love. That look is the dialogue between grass and birds; It is the love of catkins for buds; It was the spring rain in March that watered the grass; It is the touch of spring breeze on flowers that I can't forget for a long time. ...
Walking on the avenue in late autumn, blowing cold wind, I suddenly remembered that night, those words, and the expectant eyes.
It was a summer night. I stood downstairs and looked at the stars all over the sky. Those stars are twinkling. Some are bright, some are dark, some are big, and some are small.
Suddenly a voice came from my ear: "Look at the stars?" I turned my head. It was Dad. I replied, "Yes. But why are they different? " Dad smiled, looked up at the starry sky and said to me, "Because they are just like us. You see, those elderly people are all adults, trying to make progress in order to shine; Those little children, like you, are still growing up, and their future has unlimited possibilities, so they are all shining; Those who are bright, those who have achieved something, big or small, deserve success or failure, and will continue to walk on their own avenue of stars. Those darkness won't disappear forever. They are like pearls covered with dust, which will shine brightly one day. " Then my father asked me, "You said, since we are all different, can the stars be the same?" I listened to my father and said, "Of course it doesn't hurt. Like my father, I think that those plain people will shine one day. " I bowed my head and rubbed my sore neck.
Dad added: "I hope you can shine like them, instead of being a star that doesn't shine." Don't be like my father and me. I haven't done much in my life. "I looked up at my father, and the expectation in his eyes came into view. At that moment, something seemed to take root in my heart and grow into a towering tree. I looked up at the starry sky, pretending to look at the starry sky, hiding the tears that were about to burst out.
It took me a long time to answer my father in a firm tone: "Dad, don't worry, I will shine like it."
That night, my father and I watched it for a long time.
Even if it is covered with dust, it will eventually be blown away by the wind, showing its unique brilliance.
People often cheer up with caring eyes and stand up their unyielding backbone; Positive eyes make people full of passion; An approving look makes people regain confidence.
A final exam, because I didn't play well, my grades were "cold". I comforted myself and said, "Don't worry. Anyway, there will definitely be no summative parent-teacher meeting after the final exam. Don't worry, don't worry. "
But what happened was beyond my expectation. The day after the exam, the teacher sent a notice from the parents' meeting.
Shit! Will I be in pain? I thought in fear and trembling. I try my best to make time pass slowly, but what should come will come.
On the day of the parents' meeting, I stood outside the door anxiously, hoping that my mother didn't see my test paper, but "unfortunate" things would still happen. My mother was expressionless and carefully checked my test paper. I was shivering in the corner.
On the way home, I followed my mother closely with heavy steps.
Finally, this terrible moment is over. When I got home, I ran back to my room and closed the door, thinking about how to deal with my mother.
Mom opened the door and I looked at her with timid eyes. She sat down beside me and said slowly, "Have you learned any lessons from this exam?" I noticed how calm and calm my mother's eyes were. A stone in my heart was finally put down. I answered my mother's question seriously. I saw my mother's eyes change from calm to encouragement. She said seriously, "Yes, you learned a lesson from this exam. Come on next time! " Mother's eyes looked at me.
My mother's affectionate eyes deeply touched my heart. She is like a clear spring, nourishing my heart; Like a breeze, it gently blew away my troubles. My mother's encouragement has become my motivation to study. I must repay my mother with excellent results!
Happiness can be very simple: a cup of hot tea in winter and a cool breeze in summer; Happiness is complicated: people with huge wealth often lament that they are unhappy, while poor beggars enjoy their own happiness.
I want to know what I did in my last life. Let me go back to this world and repeat the monotonous life every day, doing the same action every day. Faced with this dull life, I feel unhappy.
At dawn, I have to rush to school with my schoolbag on my back. Facing the long road to study and the avalanche of homework, my passion rises and falls from time to time. I can't help but sigh: "It's hard to study!" Harsh study makes me feel unhappy.
I have no time to play, and I can't do whatever I want like an adult. When will my study career end? I found that I was unhappy.
However, I was wrong, all wet.
However, when I see that some children can't study or go to school, and think of themselves, at least there are spacious classrooms, bright desks and chairs, and brand-new textbooks, I can't help feeling that as an advanced region, we have sufficient superior conditions and leading education, why do we still feel unhappy because we are not good at discovering happiness? It is a great happiness to sit in the classroom and study.
When I saw people being displaced and separated from their families in the face of disasters, I found that I was wrong! Compared with them, I have a complete and happy family, and my family cares about me and binds me. Only then did I know how happy I was!
When I saw adults working hard for the whole family and life, I found that I was wrong again. Their rest is bought with long-term labor, and everything they do is for the children and the whole family.
After reading my experience, my friends, don't look at happiness with shallow eyes.
On a sunny day, although the cold wind blows on my face, the look in my eyes makes me feel very warm, just like the sun shining directly in my heart.
Ding, ding, I was awakened by the alarm clock. I quickly turned off the alarm clock, tucked myself in and went back to sleep. I slept until about 10:00. Anyway, it's almost time for lunch. I sat up in a daze and put on my coat. Somehow, I opened the door and found my mother. I was confused and went to the corridor. Suddenly, I fell heavily in the corner. In an instant, I was awake. After about 10 minutes, I stood up slowly and went upstairs step by step. I waited anxiously outside the door, because if my mother came back to open the door, my mother would explain why my father slept and ate like this, and then I would quickly take out the ice pack and put down my swollen feet. I feel cold in an instant, anxious like an ant on hot bricks.
My mother looked at my injury with anxious eyes and almost cried. My grandmother said it's all right. It will be all right soon, and the pain will stop.
After more than half an hour, my mother took me to the infirmary and took some medicine. My mother breathed a sigh of relief and her face was a little worried. Although the doctor didn't say anything, her eyes showed distress and kept asking me if I still hurt. Do you need to go to the hospital? My mother, who has been so strong, cried. I'm a little different. I'll comfort her right away. It will be fine in a few days. It doesn't hurt now. Do you think I can still be alive and kicking My mother wiped her tears and said nothing. I gave it. My mother wiped her tears and smiled. I said no problem. It's good. I cooked for you. My mother stopped crying, but I can still feel her holding back her tears.
Those eyes are really warm, as if they can mineralize thousands of years of ice into a pool of hot water. The burning eyes made me feel a little guilty and moved. My eyes are kind, caring and loving.
Excellent visual composition 6 The teacher's vision is omnipotent. When she does something wrong, her vision is severe. When she achieved excellent results, her eyes were favorable; When she failed the exam, her eyes were inspiring. ...
This semester, I changed to a new deskmate. This deskmate is terrible. She is the bully in my class. He bullied almost every student in the class for three days and five days. Of course, it is more pitiful for me. As his deskmate, bullying him is inevitable. Today, for revenge, I threw his Chinese book into the trash can.
The first class in the afternoon is Chinese. When the class started, he flew into a rage because he couldn't find a Chinese book. At this time, the teacher scanned the class with stern eyes, and then fixed his eyes on me. As if asking me, "Did you hide the Chinese book?" ? I bowed my head guiltily and dared not look the teacher in the eye. After class, the teacher called me and asked me gently, "Junhao, did you hide his Chinese book?" I dare not look at the teacher. I hung my head and didn't know where to put my hands. I stammered, "Yes ... I did it." "Where are the books?" "I threw it into the trash can. I won't do it again next time. " "Doing something wrong is not terrible. It's terrible not to admit it or change it. The teacher believes that you will not do this in the future. " The gentle light in the teacher's eyes made me feel ashamed, which made me feel worse than severe criticism.
After the exam, the teacher announced the results, and everyone was very nervous for fear of failing in the exam. When the teacher gave me 97 minutes, I was extremely happy. I feel like I'm stepping on a happy cloud, and the whole person is on cloud nine. The teacher also gave me a favorable look, as if to say, "I did well in this exam and made great progress, but I can't be proud." I must continue to work hard! " "I clearly see the teacher's eyes hiding praise and warning.
In my eyes, the teacher's eyes are kind, strict, approving and critical ... The teacher's eyes are omnipotent and bring me endless power.
Every time I think of Mr. Zhang, I think of those big bright eyes behind the camera, which emit wise light. The teacher's eyes seem to speak. Every time I look at her, I always feel that she communicates with me with her eyes and gives me confidence, courage and strength.
Once in a Chinese class, Teacher Zhang was giving a vivid lecture. The students listened with relish, but I chatted with my deskmate. Teacher Zhang stopped his lecture when he heard this. The classroom was quiet. I looked anxiously at the podium and saw Mr. Zhang staring at me with reproachful eyes, as if to say to me, "A team leader should take the lead." How can he chat in class? " Looking at Mr. Zhang's stern eyes, I felt my face as hot as a slap in the face, and I bowed my head involuntarily. When teacher Zhang's beautiful voice rang again in the classroom, I secretly looked up and met teacher Zhang's trusting eyes, as if to say, "It's good to correct mistakes!" " "From then on, I never dare to violate classroom discipline. Teacher Zhang's eyes not only helped me correct my shortcomings, but also helped me build up my confidence. I remember once, Teacher Zhang asked me to take part in a recitation contest. When I stood on the stage, my feet trembled with nervousness. At this time, I saw Teacher Zhang under the stage looking at me with encouraging eyes, as if to cheer me up: "You have to refuel! The teacher believes you! "Looking at teacher Zhang's encouraging eyes, my heart slowly calmed down. I was very touched when I read it. I was well received by the judges and won the first place in the competition. I feel the joy of success. I was excited to find Mr. Zhang, only to see that Mr. Zhang gave me an admiring look, as if telling me, "Keep working hard, don't be proud!" " "
Teacher Zhang's eyes are both stern and loving. Students plug in the wings of hope and fly to the ideal blue sky under the motherly eyes of Teacher Zhang.
Some people say that fatherly love can never be as simple and clear as maternal love, and fatherly love is like an equation that is difficult to solve. That's true, because I never know how to interpret the fatherly love I feel.
I remember when I was in primary school, one Sunday, I played in the alley outside my home with some friends. We threw sandbags, jumped rope and ran a race together, and had a good time. However, something unexpected happened in the sky. In this happy game, I unfortunately fell down, and my leg hit a stone, bleeding, and blood oozed from my pants. I sat on the ground crying and my friends stopped playing. I was at a loss when I sat on the ground crying.
Just then, I saw a man coming from the alley. I wiped my eyes soaked with tears and saw that the tall figure coming towards me turned out to be my father who was going to work. Seeing my father, I don't know why I cried even more. I think my father will come and hug me like a mother, comfort me and ask me how I am. Who knows, he just said to me faintly: "Get up and go home to take medicine." As soon as his voice fell, he strode away and soon disappeared at the corner of the alley.
I looked at my father's back a little sadly and disappeared into my sight bit by bit, which made me very unhappy. I stood up and was about to limp home when a careful child whispered to me, "Your father didn't leave, he was watching you there!" " "I quickly looked up at the corner of the alley. I saw my father hiding in the corner. He looked at me secretly and with concern. When he saw me stand up to see him, he suddenly disappeared around the corner. ...
Fatherly love is like this, calm, restrained, unobtrusive, but everywhere, all the time. Father loves mountains, let's look up together!
Today, many years later, I can't remember how I limped home that day, nor how I endured the pain and took medicine that day, but I still remember the gentle and concerned eyes in that corner, because the bread there contains a deep father's love!
Excellent visual composition 9 Unforgettable teacher's eyes let the years flow, unforgettable is always the teacher's eyes. It has penetrated thousands of years of wind and frost, accompanied by the clear sound of bamboo dew, bringing the first ray of sunshine in the morning dew.
The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher's eyes. The teacher's eyes are the first cuckoo's crow in the spring breeze, the lotus pond that is red, fat and green in summer, the goose that is fading away in the autumn sky and the fragrance that quietly blooms in the snow in winter. The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher's eyes. With its selflessness and broadness, it washes my narrow and vulgar temperament in the tender feelings of moistening things. I stumble in your expectant eyes.
I saw your eyes on the thorny mountain road. The mountain road is winding, and the heavy footprints have already bent your back. You stare at Lingfeng grass on the cliff and tell me the infinite scenery in the distance. In the long night, I groped in the dark with endless loneliness and confusion. It was your eyes that sent me into the dawn. At this moment, the world always becomes so clear, and Lian Xin becomes a quiet pool, smiling and listening to the beautiful scenery in the morning. In the high blue sky, I hear your eyes talking and moving gently on my wings. I approached the blue in your eyes with my soaring back, and life gained the aura of years in the rise with the wind.
In the foggy sea, your eyes are a wind, raising my sails and taking me to the distant shore like an arrow. I lost my way under the colorful neon lights. It is your eyes that take me through the noise of the four seasons and towards eternal attachment. In your long-term staring eyes, that incomparable kindness and lofty sentiments are singing in the heart of the sea.
The teacher's eyes are the iron plow of land reclamation, silently cultivating a dark fertile soil and sowing the seeds of civilization. The teacher's eyes are long bridges, one end is connected with reality, and the other end is connected with hopes and dreams. The teacher's eyes looked at the thread on the kite. No matter how high and far you fly, the roots in life are always rooted in the ground. The teacher's eyes are beating candlelight, which illuminates the confusion of life and your direction.
The teacher's eyes are the most mellow wine, the most beautiful poem and the most real dream. Ah! Unforgettable teacher's eyes
10 My hometown is located in a ravine surrounded by mountains. In order to study, I have to climb a winding ravine, and then I have to walk a little further to get to school. Weeds are overgrown on both sides of the road, and insects and snakes often appear. My mother always gets up early, makes breakfast and sends us to Aokou. My mother's thin figure is getting thinner and thinner. I feel that there is still burning light sweeping over, so full of expectation and affection, and I feel very practical. In the final exam, I finally got the first place in my class and got my certificate back. My mother's expectant eyes flashed and praised me again and again, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes. I think this is my mother's most exciting moment. At that time, I seemed to understand what my mother was expecting.
My mother's expectant eyes are a line that guides me out of the mountains.
Go out of the mountains and eat something in the town. Mother is proud of it, but she goes home less often. My mother is even more worried about me: Is the food in the city hard? Is it comfortable to eat? It's cold and charcoal is burned at home. What do you bake in the city, even if it is frozen? Then, the harvest season came. I carried a big bag of new rice on my back and ran for several miles on the mountain road. After more than two hours of car bumps, I arrived in the city exhausted. I opened the door when the doorbell rang. It was my mother's worried eyes that looked at me up and down. Those familiar eyes touched me again and found nothing before entering the room and sitting down. The old hen at home laid eggs, and the oranges in front of the house were red. She won't forget to have it brought to me. Mother is getting older and her thin back is more curved. When it was cold, she coughed badly, but in front of me, she pretended as if nothing had happened, and her eyes were still so firm and expectant.
Mom's eyes are still a thread, tightly pulled in my heart. Cold and hot, both involve my heart. I think I am a knot in my mother's eyes, a very important knot. Every time the wind blows, the thread is pulled hard and there is no peace.
Mom's eyes are a long line. I am a knot in that line, but I can't move the end of that line.
1 1 On the road of life, we have been busy and working hard, but forgot to stop and feel the happiness in life. That kind of happiness is faint, but it is always full of fragrance. At night, the wind outside the window is tearing at the dark sky, and the raindrops as big as beans are hitting the glass hard. The messy voice seems to be beating my heart, and my mood becomes very bad. Looking away from the review materials on the table, I fell on my mother with a drop of washed clothes. She walked gently to the front of the wardrobe, and the slippers landed without any sound. She opened the cupboard door, folded the clothes and put them in. Suddenly, she seemed to find something: the sleeve of a dress was opened, and she took out a needle and thread to help me sew it on. Mom looked up and saw my eyes staring at her and smiled: "Review, review!" " "I turned my head away, but my eyes couldn't fall back into the book. After all, I turned my eyes back to my mother. Mother is struggling to thread the needle, and I blocked the light projected in the past.
"Mom, I'm blocking you. Why didn't you say anything? " "Nothing, nothing, I'm afraid I won't bother you if it affects you. I can see that. " Mom is no longer young, and her eyes are no longer as good as before. How can this slender thread pass through her hand? I moved to the right, and the light shone directly on my mother, illuminating the needle and thread in her hand, her face and hair. I don't know when, but years have secretly added a few white hairs to her. It's small, but it hurts my eyes. My eyes can't move any more, and my nose is too sour to express. My mother still hasn't put the thread through. I went to my mother and squatted down to help her thread the needle. "My daughter's eyes are still good!" "
I smiled. It turns out that this kind of happiness is in life, but we haven't found it. Mom, since childhood, you have poured all your love into me and put all your eyes on me. Now, when I grow up, my eyes stay because of you and love. The clothes sewn by my mother are in my hand, with faint fragrance, just like happiness, faint. Stop your eyes and feel the happiness in life!
Excellent eyesight composition 12 when you fail, your eyesight is a comfort; When encountering difficulties, eyes are an encouragement; When you overcome difficulties, your eyes are a compliment; When doing something wrong, eyes are a kind of criticism; ..... ever-changing eyes, it can make people happy, but also can make people depressed; It can make people more confident, and it can also make people lose confidence and give up on themselves. ...
When I was in the fifth grade, I remember an exam. I usually ranked in the top ten, and this time I ranked 35 th. I got a "77" score and my heart ached. How can I explain going home? When I get home, I always talk and laugh. I was speechless at once. I lowered my head and went back to my room to pick up my homework. After a while, my mother came back. She walked by the door of my room and saw my sad eyes, so she came in and said, "Are you afraid to tell me anything?" I heard this and thought: I'd better tell my mother, because I will know sooner or later. I nodded and said, "Yes!" Then I took out the paper I hated most from my schoolbag. My mother took a look at it. I looked down, leaving tears, afraid to look at my mother. I thought to myself: I have always done well in this exam and have not been criticized by my mother. But things are not what I thought. My mother reached out and stroked my head and said to me earnestly, "don't be sad, it's just a failure." Do you want to give up like this? " Don't you want to get your original ranking back? "I looked down and said," Well, I will definitely try! " "My mother smiled, and there was a force in her eyes, as if to say to me,' Come on! Never give up! "At that time, my confidence doubled, and I believe I will never be depressed again.
Eyes are also a kind of power, a power to push people forward, a power to enhance self-confidence, a power to never give up and forge ahead.
I have a strict mother. Every time I do something wrong, she always throws a sharp eye. But every time I do it perfectly, she secretly throws some encouraging and praising eyes. Although these two eyes are completely different, they both express maternal love. But in my heart, the most difficult thing to erase is my mother's loving eyes.
Once, my mother sent me to school. Because the car was driven away by my father, we had to go to school by battery car. However, it is not easy to drive a battery car in such rainy1February. The ground is wet and slippery, like a huge skating rink. Our battery car is like stepping on watermelon skin and sliding around on the road. But also accompanied by meteor shower-like storms, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of our progress. Suddenly, my mother stopped at a crossroads and asked me if I was cold. Without waiting for my answer, she put on her cotton-padded clothes without saying a word, and then continued to brave the rainstorm. In a short time, we finally arrived at the school gate. I put on my schoolbag, got off the bus and walked into the campus with my mother. After a long walk, I turned my head and found my mother not far away, wiping my nose and staring at me affectionately. This scene added a warmth and touch to my frozen body and mind.
Motherly love is not only a coat, but also a silent guardian when sick. One night, my old asthma broke out again and I kept coughing. I think I'm dying. Mom and dad quickly got up from their sleep, took me to the hospital in the dark and waited anxiously at the door of the emergency room. Although I was already very sleepy, they had to pull themselves together to see me. When I woke up, I found that I had been atomizing in the atomizing room. The first thing I saw was my mother looking at me affectionately outside the fog suction room, as if to say, "You are almost ready!" " "This is something I will never forget.
My mother's eyes are like winter fire. When I am in trouble, I will lend a helping hand. I need her forever!
The loneliness and gloom in your heart, friends' greetings to teachers who live together day and night, when you study hard under the lamp at night, when mom's bowl of hot porridge is moved, when you are ill in hospital, and when friends come to visit me, I am moved.
He touched me in class.
One day, the teacher spoke on the platform. Suddenly, the teacher stopped my name and said, "Just you, come and answer this question. I don't think anyone can understand."
Naturally, I was startled by the teacher, and stood up slowly, and my speech was a little stuck. When I finished, the teacher asked me to repeat it. Just as I stammered, I saw his eyes. Those eyes are like swords, with a little encouragement, but also firm. Seeing his eyes, I calmed down and got up the courage to speak the standard answer fluently.
He touched me on the playground.
Our fourth class in the morning is usually physical education class. In this class, physical education class will run 1000 meters. When I heard the news, my heart was very bad. You know, my weakest thing is running and sitting forward, but I can only stand helplessly on the runway. At the beginning of running, the front is still tight, but the back is not good. What about him? Almost a lap ahead of me. He finally turned around in front of me and said "Come on, hurry up" and gave me an encouraging look. I gritted my teeth and finally persisted for three times.
He touched me in the exam.
There was a final exam last semester. I finished several big problems like running water, but I was stumped by the last one. I was puzzled and scratched my head. When I put down my pen to give up, I squinted at him. He is also thinking hard about the last question, but his eyes seem to be flashing. Suddenly, he seemed to catch something and write down the answer. I was no longer in a trance. I thought about it for a while and then wrote it.
That glance, like crossing the clouds, shone on my heart and made me feel infinite warmth and hope.
Excellent eye composition 15 days! Why are your eyes so fierce!
Every time I am tired of doing homework and want to sit on the bed and play for a while, you always stare at me angrily with that cold eyes, letting me know that my "good days are numbered"!
I have to do my homework obediently. But if I write quickly and with good quality, you will look at me kindly and ask me what to eat for dinner.
When my exam results are in a mess, you always look at me with those gloomy and disappointed eyes and tell me that it's time to work hard now.
Do you remember the lesson you gave me? That really impressed me. That day, the homework was only half finished, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening. You see, I'm not immersed in my homework, but sitting there fiddling with a paper bow and arrow. Instead of warning me loudly, you sat quietly and said to me, "Did you have a good time? You are writing your homework at such a speed now. In junior high school, there is almost no time to sleep. If you don't finish it before nine o'clock, you don't have to sleep! If you can't write fast, you'd better learn the skill of not sleeping first. " I looked at your fierce eyes and your slender fingers pointing at me. I was really scared, so I wrote and wrote quickly and finally finished my homework at 8: 30!
That time, I have a long memory, no longer sneaking around, and I always finish a mountain of homework in a short time. When I finished my homework successfully, you didn't believe there was too much homework. You won't believe me until I show you the homework list. After that, you will always be happy to say to me, yes, what do you want for dinner?
Mom, no matter how you scold me or scold me, I know you love me. Your eyes will stay in my heart forever! Because those are the eyes of love!