Eyes Behind me

I remember reading Zhu Ziqing's article "The Back" when I was a student: "My father and I haven't seen each other for more than two years, and what I can't forget most is his back ..." I know that my father's faltering back with oranges has been fixed in my memory, like a sensitive string, which will arouse my infinite feelings once it is plucked. When people reach middle age, their hearts become fragile. For parting, knowing that it is not "farewell" and "the ends of the earth" in time and space, even a few days' parting, a short distance, seems to carry enough weight emotionally.

Maybe watching on weekdays is the thing we do the most every day, and it is also the thing that we don't take for granted. It can't be more ordinary and trivial. When the train whistle rings, the car starts to start, and the plane rushes off the runway, only lovers can feel the pain of such sad parting. But many times people often ignore the affectionate eyes behind them.

When you were young, the most unforgettable eyes left behind you must come from your parents, which made your tender heart realize the profound meaning of human love for the first time! With the passage of time, when we look back again. I saw my parents' shadows like black spots. Although I couldn't see anything clearly, I really felt my parents' eyes, which were full of infinite blessings and attachment.

Perhaps the eyes behind it are just a flash, but they are condensed with the entrustment and care of relatives. It has no beautiful words, no warm hugs and kisses, but it contains too much friendship. The vision behind it is really worth reading with our heart!

Mother's Eyes

We come into contact with all kinds of eyes in our life. Patients are eager for healthy eyes, parents are full of loving eyes, teachers are full of caring eyes, classmates are full of friendship, gangsters are full of evil eyes ...

Different eyes give people different feelings. Some people say: Leo is the sharpest eye in the world? Tolstoy's eyes, that kind of eyes can see through people's hearts and see everything in the world clearly.

I think this is right. Perhaps it is this vision that makes his works occupy a first-class position in world literature!

among all the eyes I have seen, the one that left the deepest impression on me was my mother's eyes!

I don't know how to write this kind of eyes with my stupid pen.

If I were a poet, I would write a poem and write down the feeling brought by this kind of gaze.

If I were a painter, I would use colorful brushes to vividly describe this kind of eyes that can't be expressed in words.

If I were a musician, I would write a wonderful music score and play the endless love that this vision brings to people.

Unfortunately, I am not a poet, painter or musician. I can only write this kind of gaze with my stupid pen.

whenever I do something right or perform well, my mother always smiles at me with kind eyes, which encourage me all the time.

whenever I do something wrong or say something wrong, she always "warns" me with stern eyes. When I see this "warning" and "signal", I will realize that I did something wrong, and I won't make the same mistake again.

In normal times, no matter who a mother treats, her eyes will bring people a warm, kind and kind feeling. Perhaps it is this kind of look that makes me feel what an amiable and great loving mother my mother is!

For more than ten years since I was born, I have seen my mother's eyes, which all contain her selfless love. Every moment, her eyes are educating me, and I am greatly influenced. My mother's eyes let me know what my mother expects of me, but I also know that I should repay her with practical actions.

Mother's eyes are stern eyes, kind eyes and loving eyes!

Love is by my side

When I began to recognize the world from infancy and began to babble, my mother ran to me excitedly and said with surprise, "Baby, wake up."

growing up, I didn't feel how much my mother loved me. Who knows, my mother's love is right beside me.

Let's say that my water cup always changes color. Sometimes it's seductively yellow orange juice and dark brown malted milk essence; Sometimes it's lovely white milk, light green Biluochun ...

I remember that autumn when I first went to school, the weather suddenly turned cold and the temperature dropped sharply. Because I didn't have a pair of warm gloves, my hands were frozen and cracked, and I bled when I touched them. Knowing that my mother was busy at work these days, I gritted my teeth and said nothing. In the evening, I put some ointment on the frostbite and went to sleep. The next morning, when I woke up, I found a pair of newly knitted beautiful and warm gloves on my pillow, only to remember the light that was on in my mother's room last night. Looking at my mother's red and swollen eyes, I was very moved.

I'm always careless in my work. However, the button fell off my clothes, and I took off my clothes and threw them into the closet. When I picked them up and put them on again, the button was firmly nailed. The shoes are a little big, and they are thrown on the shoe cabinet. I don't know when they have been padded with a pair of suitable and beautiful insoles; The new textbook was handed out, because the homework was too much to cover the book, I don't know when my mother had already wrapped it; There are a bunch of messy books on the desk, and I don't know when my mother put them in order ...

Under the light, my mother is knitting a sweater for me again. A pair of hands that have long been honed by years are constantly turning up and down, so skilled and delicate. A few sticks and needles, a few balls of wool, just like the props of a magician, were woven into a gorgeous piece in the mother's hand in an instant, and this brilliant little flower bloomed on it, which was the mother's most touching smile. The light is still on, silvery white light. Did you dye your mother's dark black hair, or did her white hair shine on you? The wind blew, and mother didn't notice it at all. She forgot to close the window. She knitted her sweater with ardent expectations for her son and a deep affection for her mother.

Mother's love is right beside me. Her love is selfless, her love is ordinary and her love is great!

In this great and holy maternal love, she gave me the warmth of infancy and brought warmth to my family!

Happiness is on my side

Birds are happy to have a blue sky; Fish are happy to have streams; It is happiness for flowers to have soil. Happiness is actually very simple. It is happiness for children to play. Adults are happy when they work smoothly; It is happiness for old people to enjoy their old age. In fact, happiness is everywhere.

My happiness is to have a warm home, a group of sincere friends and a group of teachers who love me.

A word of encouragement from my parents is happiness. Who doesn't want to have a warm home? When you are unhappy, go back to your parents and tell them about your happiness and let them share your joy; when you are sad, go back to your parents and tell them about your troubles and let them share your pain. Who says such a home is not happy? I have been the apple of my parents' eye since I was a child. Although my home is not rich and expensive, at least my home is warm and harmonious. "Mom and Dad, I got 1 points for your daughter again today." Wow! You are really my baby girl, smart. Keep working hard next time! "Well, I will" is such a simple two words of praise, encouraging me to move forward. This is my happiness, the happiness of having a warm home, and the happiness praised by my parents. .

A sincere blessing from a friend is happiness. Wang Bo's "and yet, while China holds our friendship, and heaven remains our neighbourhood" just tells how happy it is to have a group of sincere friends. If a person has no friends and confidants in his life, how lonely he is! In the morning, a sincere greeting from a friend can make us feel good all day. "Good morning, Wang!" "Well, good morning!" What a simple sentence, what a happy sentence. It is rare to have a bosom friend in life. I have so many bosom friends. This is my happiness. A sincere blessing from a friend is happiness ...

A word of encouragement from a teacher is happiness. Each of us will receive education, and teachers are our guiding lights. With their guidance, we can move towards a bright road. Even though I will contact different teachers at every stage, many teachers come by me in a hurry, but they leave in a hurry. But as the saying goes, "One day as a teacher, lifelong as a teacher", I am glad that the teacher who walked by me was so painful and devoted to educating me. Teacher's words of encouragement are happiness, "Tomorrow is the competition, come on" and "The teacher supports you". Perhaps you and I have heard many words of encouragement, but because of them, we have the motivation to move forward and confidence. Every teacher around me, having you is my happiness ...

Why do some people always think that they are unhappy? Because they won't feel happy. Happiness is actually around us! Come on! Let's feel the ordinary happiness in life together.

Life is so beautiful

Sometimes, I often sit by the window and think about what life is like. It turns out that life is actually very simple.

Life can be as simple as a glass of water, and you don't need anything more. It's just so simple that people's hearts are clear. Life is nothing more than "comfortable but lying down, delicious but jiaozi". And what China people are pursuing now is not simplicity? But just an ordinary life?

You don't have to think too complicated about life, just simply think that life is beautiful, young man, and you just work every day. Old people just enjoy the happiness of their old age brought by their children every day. Children are simply going to school. Don't pursue too much, don't let yourself have endless things to do, and remember that life is beautiful as long as it is simple.

Maybe one day in the future, you will suddenly feel that this life is boring. Don't be discouraged and don't be sad. Courage to move forward, there are still beautiful scenery ahead, and the scenery that brings us pleasure, as well as the prosperity and beauty after that lonely journey. So, please hold your head high and walk forward. There are beautiful scenery ahead.

The simple thing about life is that you can see the bottom of it clearly. Even if you don't know what to do and which way to take next, please think about it and think about it with your own brain. It's just that simple, that's all.

Life will come to an end one day, and you will miss many things that day. Therefore, do well what you want to do before you die, and at the end, you can say with a clear conscience, "I have done my best"

Life is a long road, but when can you have a few real friends, and at the end, you can still hold your hand and say "We are still there" when you are in the most difficult time?

Life may still have a long way to go, or it may only be a moment. None of us can predict what will happen in the next second, so we can only do what we want to do in the last second of our lives, and then grab our friends' hands and tell them that we are still friends in the next life.

The requirements of these things are not high, but they are just to put an end to what they have not finished, but to find a sincere friend in this world. If these things cannot be done, then this life will become a blank.

please always remember that life is as simple as water. Believe that life is so beautiful, so beautiful that even if it is a wowotou, we can laugh as brightly as flowers.

How Beautiful Life Is

Life is gorgeous in its brilliance and real in its ordinary. -inscription

beautiful, with marks everywhere. Our lives always glow with dazzling light. And who knows how to cherish the odds and ends of beauty?

The tiny sunlight shines lazily, shoots into the house from the window and drips on the floor, leaving a little mottled. Shine on his father's heavy back, leaving agate-like traces. Looking at my father's busy figure in the kitchen, I couldn't help saying, "Isn't it just a dinner? Why bother? " "Today is your birthday, of course, you have to cook better. Your mother is not at home, so I have to cook it myself. Don't take it personally!" "It's definitely delicious, dad, one is the best." I hip hop. My father's love rippled in my heart, so warm and beautiful.

it's late at night, and the moonlight is pouring down gently, flowing in every corner of the room, and someone is vaguely heard entering the room. It turned out to be my mother, only to see her gently tuck me in and then slowly walk out. My heart is soft and dreamy, and love is like moonlight, so beautiful and so slim ...

The glory of life lies not in never failing, but in being able to rise again and again. .

Beethoven can still play impressive symphonies after being deaf in both ears; Helen Keller can stubbornly cherish life under multiple diseases. The brilliant poems written by Paul after his blindness.

Balzac said, "Suffering is a stepping stone for genius, a treasure for the strong, and an abyss for the weak." Life is beautiful, and we should know how to cherish the odds and ends in life and everything around us.

Life is often so beautiful that it turns into a peach blossom on the edge of dreams and rebirth. Life is often so beautiful, dripping in the river of life and reaching the other shore; Life is often so beautiful, giving yourself a smile with scars is another wonderful life.

Life is beautiful, not because we suffer too much, but because our minds are not broad enough; It's not that happiness is too little, but that we don't know how to cherish life.

My Sky

Another sky that can best carry my dreams is the snow-white drawing paper. What depicts dreams is the magic brush.

Pencils disappear one by one, which is the passage of time; White paper piles up; That's proof of memory. I loved painting since I was a child, and I loved to leave my handwriting behind. I also dreamed of being a painter in the future. But the gap between reality and dreams is so big, so I have never studied painting, and the seeds are just like this, no longer sprouting ... But at least, I can take it as a hobby, and there is nothing wrong with painting just because I love painting, although I am growing up and the ocean of dreams is ebbing.

But the sky is still clear. Here, I turned into a bird and waited for it, never forgetting it. When winter comes and summer goes, flowers bloom. I'm glad I have a brush to spend these years with. I no longer expect to have the magic pen that draws everything, because in my eyes, any pen that is drawing is amazing, because different things will be born: unyielding soul, beautiful scenery, playful elves, and even funny footprints ... These are my magic; This is my world!

Some people say that the world is black and white, and I say that the world is colorful. Some people say that black and white will be mixed into gray. I said that gray can also be beautiful. The world of painting, everything is beautiful and bizarre, regardless of Van Gogh, Picasso and Da Vinci, I prefer to read my own works. After all, it is calm, comfortable, leisurely and comfortable, with quiet years and no surprises in the courtyard. This is my ideal world. When you are happy, you will hook up the beautiful scenery with sunshine; When you are lost, you also add hope with rain; When thinking, daub your wings with knowledge; When you are sad, draw a hut to recuperate …