Composition on the topic of eyes 1 It's snowing outside. Snowflakes beat wildly against the door. The door creaked open.
Father got up and closed the door gently, for fear of scaring Xiaomei who was sleeping. He sat by the bed and gently tucked Xiaomei in. Then his deep eyes stared at Xiaomei. There is an unspeakable pain and burden in this eye.
Xiaomei's mother died of illness when he was two years old. At that moment, the burden of life and the responsibility of raising Xiaomei fell on the young father. In recent years, Xiaomei's father has been working for others all day, and his brow has been frowning. Their house is just a thatched cottage with a floor space of less than 10 square meter, and Xiaomei is still at school.
Xiaomei turned over and looked at her father who was lost in memory. She whispered, "Dad ..."
Father looked at Xiaomei kindly and said:
"Hurry up and go to school later!"
Xiaomei looked at the door, snowflakes flying, and the wind ruthlessly destroyed and ravaged everything on the ground. She looked at her father with begging eyes again, trying to ask carefully:
"Dad, today's snow is too big, can you. Not going to school? "
My father is strict with Xiaomei. Although he has endless love for Xiaomei, Xiaomei is still young. She won't understand that her father's love is different.
Father's serious eyes staring straight at Xiaomei, gently spit out a few words:
"no!" These two words reveal inviolable majesty. Xiaomei can only wear thin clothes and go to school against the wind.
The snowy mountain road is narrow and rugged. Xiaomei arrived at school late.
The teacher did not blame her for the weather. The school is a big thatched cottage. It is very cold in winter. Xiaomei, who has already worn a few thin clothes, is even colder. She sneezed a few times, shaking all over and her lips were purple.
Class is finally over. Xiaomei saw this tall figure looming in the snow, ah! It's the father!
Xiaomei ran out and saw her father's serious face without a trace of blood, with a heavy and painful expression and a flower jacket in his hand.
"put it on!" The cold tone is a little warm.
Then, my father turned and walked out of the school. The tall figure is about to disappear in Xiaomei's sight.
She chased out of the school gate and saw her father turning into an alley.
Dad, covered in snow, she thought: Dad, there is no turning back! Alas! She sighed and was about to turn back to school, only to see her father turn around slowly. Still deep eyes, but infinite tenderness and pity.
Xiaomei smiled. She pinched her cotton-padded jacket. She knows that her father loves him.
Writing 2 on the theme of eyes made me look at the owner of the voice: a simple dress, pants are wet with water, not to mention shoes, just like a child rolling in a mud pit. I will look up: my face is like a dead tree skin, more like a muddy road-potholes, wrinkles have covered that vicissitudes of life face, wisps of silver tell her bumpy life. . It happened on a rainy morning, and it was dawn, and it kept raining, which made people feel inexplicably depressed. This kind of weather really doesn't suit me. Who knows, the weather is unpredictable. When I first arrived at the station, I reached for my bag, but it was empty. "Where is the money?" I was puzzled, so I searched all over my body, but money seemed to have wings and was running away every day. I am in a hurry: what should I do? That's my fare. How can I go to school now? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. So I turned to people around me for help. First, I aimed at an aunt in gorgeous clothes. I walked up to her carefully, patted her hand and said expectantly, "Aunt, I lost my fare. Can you lend me three yuan? " She turned around impatiently, looked at me with alert eyes, and then said disdainfully, "I have no money, please find someone else!" " "My heart is as cold as falling into an ice cave. Aunt, your clothes are expensive, but your character is really worthless. I was so disappointed that tears rolled in my eyes. Suddenly, an old voice came into my ears and my hope was rekindled. " Little sister, I'll lend it to you! "So there is the picture at the beginning of the article. Grandma reached into her calloused pocket and trembling took out three yuan and handed it to me. That three yuan is grandma's love, grandma's trust and help to others. I took a meaningful three yuan. How much should it weigh! My gratitude is beyond words. I can only keep saying thank you. Grandma smiled and said to herself, "Nothing, I should be happy to help others. I am not as heartless as some people! " The aunt in the back was livid. She was about to say something, but she swallowed it again. When I got on the bus, my grandmother waved and smiled at me. That smile warmed the ice in my heart.
Composition 3 on the topic of eyes often feels that eyes are more terrible than tongue, because eyes can always penetrate people's hearts and make you hide. -inscription
What I fear most is walking in everyone's eyes. When it was getting dark on weekends, I always rode my old bike across the road and went to school in the city. I chose this time to avoid expensive or beautiful mountain bikes, electric cars and motorcycles. Besides, everyone is in a hurry at this time, and no one pays attention to my "broken car", but I have been praying in my heart that I should never meet any acquaintances.
I'm not saving face, let alone feeling inferior. I just can't stand that look. Pity, disdain, banter, or both.
Some people say, "A man's words are terrible, and his tongue can kill people." But I often think that eyes are more terrible than tongue, because eyes can always penetrate people's hearts and make you hide.
My parents are very simple farmers. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and support themselves with our labor. They are simple and natural, have no scheming, and will not intrigue. They have all the advantages of farmers in China, but it seems that poverty and ignorance are their only shortcomings. Because of this, they are honest and seem to be short in everyone's eyes.
I have seen my father waste time reaching for his mobile phone when consulting the cashier, and the well-dressed woman glanced at it casually; I have also met several white and tender women of the same age, who looked at my mother again and again when she went shopping.
I never feel inferior for my parents' poverty and ignorance, but I often sigh: What happened to the world? What's wrong with being poor Is there a problem with loyalty? I doubt this society bathed in bright sunshine.
Mom and dad have been living in other people's eyes for decades, and they have long been used to putting up with that strange look. Under such eyes, their backs are bent; Under such eyes, their hair bleached. But in their hearts, all discrimination and ridicule don't matter, as long as their precious daughter-I am happy. But I can't, I can't stand that kind of eyes, and I don't expect my parents and I to live in such eyes for a lifetime.
I know that in today's society, only by our own strength can we change others' eyes. I will study hard, work hard when I grow up, make some achievements, stand upright and be a man, and gain the respect and envy of others.
Composition 4 on the topic of eyes: big waves wash sand, the world of mortals is rolling, and the distance between heart and heart is far away in this troubled secular world. However, there are always some eyes that move us, some eyes that shock us, and some eyes that make us revere.
When we looked at each other, we were a little firm, our eyes met and we wrote a hymn of love. When the earthquake came, the young couple held the baby in their arms. At the moment when the sky is about to fall, their eyes are full of power. The eyes of love are wordless words that flow in the heart and freeze into eternity at the moment of looking at each other.
Sometimes, eyes can replace a thousand words, transcend life and death, and be independent. Wen Tianxiang's eyes shouting "No one has died since ancient times, so we should cherish history" must be firm. . Not afraid of death, the heart is attached to the old country. Perhaps when he looked up at the sky before he died, there was a trace of excitement and expectation in his eyes. After the knife falls, we can see our motherland again. Patriotic enthusiasm turned into this vision, reflecting an unyielding heroic soul, leaving a clank of iron to be remembered by future generations.
Throughout the ages, countless pairs of eyes have merged into a flowing history. After the Wutai Poetry Case, Su Shi was exiled, but his lofty sentiments remained undiminished. He looked down on setbacks, and his eyes were not dimmed by them. Go home, there will be no rain or shine. He is calm and calm, however, his eyes are still heroic and open-minded. "Affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, born early and rich, a bottle is still in January." It is this kind of mind that has created his greatness, those famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages, and his eternal love for the motherland and endless patriotic light.
The lens of history is getting closer and closer. The12 earthquake shocked the whole Chinese nation. The day after the earthquake, Premier Wen arrived in Wenchuan. How many people saw the tears in his eyes through the screen? It is full of heartache, encouragement, sadness and firmness. The prime minister of a country shed tears in front of the camera. When he saw the orphans who lost their parents, his gentle eyes gave them care. Seeing the rescuers, his firm eyes were full of persistence: never give up any life!
Eyes, merged into a river, merged into the history of China, merged into the backs of countless people!
Every day after school, I walk slowly, but as long as I see the roof of my house, I will run. When you leave home, you will call "dad" and "mom" sweetly. Then I rushed to the second floor and knocked on the door. This is my old habit for many years. 17-year-old girls are still like that. She can't learn to be a lady. When she saw the familiar house, she couldn't help running. In fact, what I want to see most is the loving eyes of my mother after opening the door. My mother's eyes are always like this: caring and gentle, and it will always grow with me.
I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, my home was at one end of the street and my school was at the other. In order to cultivate my ability, my considerate mother didn't send me to school, but she was worried about my safety, so she always stood on the street corner and looked at me, with a schoolbag on the left and a kettle on the right, and walked slowly into the school gate before leaving quietly; After school, he watched me walk slowly back from the street. When I graduate from primary school. My mother always looks at me lovingly, whether I eat, do my homework or be naughty. Home has a special attraction to me, because there are mother's caressing eyes at home, which contain how much love and affection her mother has!
I left a desk full of books and accidentally went to school. My mother helped me fold it neatly. Tired of homework, I handed a cup of hot milk and watched my mother swallow it in one gulp. It is windy at night, and my mother gently covers it for me. My mother always smiles at me when I dance a group of dances that I don't understand, sing a Cantonese song that I don't understand and say something that I think is very clever.
My mother's eyes are sometimes harsh. Whenever I put a poor test paper in front of her, my mother's face will sink, looking at the test paper and looking at me. Her eyes are full of anger and sadness. I knew my mother wanted to scold me severely, but she didn't speak; She wanted me to taste the meat, but she never touched it. She just stared at me uneasily, which filled me with remorse and made my mother sad. Naturally, this vision also urges me to forge ahead and renew myself.
In this way, I have lived under the care of my mother for 17 years, and my heart is full of love for my mother. Mom, your affectionate eyes make your daughter feel warm and give her infinite strength!
Speaking of dad, I can't forget his eyes.
I remember that at the end of that semester, the teacher informed me to buy exercise books. A family that is not well off has already squeezed out 100 yuan to buy books. Seeing a few wrinkles on my father's kind face, I knew how much he had suffered for this family. It's really embarrassing to reach out and ask my father for money. Because of this, I dare not look at my father's face every day, for fear that after seeing his wrinkled and kind face, I don't want to buy exercise books, but my study will decline, so I have to avoid my father all day. Dad seemed to read my mind and asked me if I was short of money. I mumbled that the school wanted to buy more than 100 books, so my father found out more than 100 yuan from his pocket and asked him for it. At this time, my strong nose was sore, and my father said,' Don't be sad, son, as long as it helps your study, I will try my best to satisfy you'. Here, my father's eyes fell on me, which made me feel my father's expectations. How big is this expectation! ~ From then on, I made up my mind to surprise my father in this exam.
Everything is under my control. This exam broke my personal record. I am very happy. I showed my report card to my father, who smiled. At this time, my father's eyes fell on me again. I think my father's idea at this time should be' his daughter didn't embarrass him'.
Since then, my father's eyes have often appeared in my mind, and that look is really meaningful to me!
Soon after, the same eyes appeared again!
One day, I got sick. My father, who never cooks, made me my favorite egg custard, brought it to me, helped me up and let me eat it. When I was eating, I saw my father's eyes fall on me again. This feeling is the same as before. At this time, my eyes may be that my father saw that I was sick and felt a little heartache. Alas, I blame myself for not taking good care of myself, which makes my father so worried, but it is gratifying to see my father's love for me.
Although our family is not as rich as the rich, at the same time, I have one thing more than the rich, and that is fatherly love.
The eye-themed composition 7 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 in spring breeze.
Singing is a red, fat, green and thin lotus pond in summer, a wild goose fading away in the autumn sky, and a fragrance quietly blooming in the winter snow. 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 with heavy footprints.
You have bent your spine. 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!
Composition 8 The topic about eyes gradually, girls grew up and went to primary school. At first, girls got good grades. Gradually, girls have developed the concept of arrogance and self-centeredness. She is unfriendly to the students around her. Because of this, girls' grades have dropped. The head teacher is talking to the girls. The girls won't listen. The teacher wants to talk to the parents. After my father asked the teacher about the situation, my father was speechless.
One midsummer night, my father took the girl to the seaside. The girl and her father stepped on the soft beach, feeling the breeze of residual heat and looking at the waves coming in layers, which made them feel relaxed and happy. After a while, my father looked at the girl deeply. There is a meaning in her eyes. The girl doesn't understand. She only heard her father say, "son, do you like the tide?" Why don't girls just ask this question? "Yes," do you know the meaning of tide? "The father asked with a smile. The girl shook her head. Father said; Tide is like life. When the tide is high, it's like you are struggling and want to shine. When the tide ebbs, it's like you've experienced a failure and you're at the bottom of your life. Tidal fluctuation is a common natural phenomenon in the ocean, and it is also essential for everyone's life. Not because of a good result.
Proud, self-righteous In this case, your grades will go backwards. Afterwards, my father looked at the girl deeply, with encouragement and expectation in his eyes.
Since then, girls are no longer proud and self-centered. Study hard and get along well with your classmates. The girl's grades rose because she understood her father's intention of saying that, but she still didn't understand his eyes.
Soon, the girl went to junior high school. The girl is in a big family on the junior high school campus. The girl understands the truth of saving many lives. She remembers her father's eyes at the seaside many years ago. The girl understood. This is my father's educational vision and expectation.
Gu Cheng said, "Night gives me black eyes." I used him to find the light. Then the girl seemed to say, "Dad gave me a pair of magical eyes, and I used them to find the coordinates of my life."
That night, I was lying in bed with the bright moonlight shining on my bed. Gradually, gradually, I approached the seaside. The gentle sea breeze blew along the waves, and the enthusiasm of summer touched me. I seem to be stepping on the soft beach, quietly listening to the conversation of the sea breeze ... At this time, the laughter of seagulls came from the quiet sea, which was the waves rolling on the sea and the waves beating against the rocks. At this time, my heart swells with the sea. ...
I crouched down gently and stroked the sea. This is mild and refreshing. At the moment, the sea is very bright, with a light blue light, as if covered with gauze. I saw the slightly suspended waves dancing, floating and shining in the flow. That light is your eyes. Let me see your width and blue. At this moment, my heart is surging, acting like a child, I collapsed one disaster after another ... You washed my ignorant heart with clear eyes; You, you warmed my cold heart with the tolerance like the sea.
Your eyes gradually flooded into my heart and lit up the sky in my heart. Feel the sea water connected with the sky become clear and bright, like a huge bright sapphire; No, it is a diamond condensed by a pure and kind soul; It is the crystallization of sacred and extensive thoughts. That kind of blue is not eye-catching, but it is refreshing; That blue is not heavy, clear and soft, and it is a pure color that words can't describe. This is my favorite, maybe only I appreciate it.
This color fascinated me and I jumped into the water. In an instant, I saw the mysterious black hole in the depths-online games, as if to devour me ... once for you, at midnight; Once, I left my homework to you. Once ... Suddenly, the surroundings became bright and there was a crystal blue light. There are magical lights floating in the water, and round bubbles are floating. I turned around and looked: water seems to be a flowing blue barrier. At this time, I saw the sun rolling on the water, changing its shape, giving off dazzling light and illuminating the mysterious black hole.
Ah! I finally surfaced, floating on the water, full of blue water. This pure sea water devours online games and drowns laziness; I want to struggle, I want to run to the light ... at this time, the gentle sea water moistened my eyes. I look far away, ah! Yes, I saw your eyes, just like the blue sea flashing.
I am immersed in the sea, the gorgeous sunshine shines on me, and the pure sea washes me. ...
Essay 10 "Filial piety is what everyone should do, filial to parents and elders." If you don't do it, you will become a baiwenhang. People who love you and dare to stand up for you are so kind to you, but you can't even be filial. What's your use? "
I was in the bathroom with my father, and the light overhead lit me up. I'm wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and I feel hotter and hotter.
Dad's words just now made me shed crystal tears, one drop, two drops ... The original dry cotton-padded jacket was wet in an instant.
My mind began to reflect on myself: yes, I shouldn't talk to my mother like that. She is the one who gave birth to me and raised me, but I repay her like this. Where is "love"? Where is filial piety? I'm lost and don't know where to go next.
My father has been watching me. From his eyes, I saw severity, anger and disappointment.
I pushed open the door, slowly walked back to my room, closed the curtains, rolled out the bed and got in. But tears are still dripping, and my mouth is still sobbing from time to time. The warm hut suddenly felt cold and lonely.
I cried so badly that night that my father's words kept coming to my mind. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. Finally, I know: it's not my mother who is wrong, but me.
Since you have done something wrong, you must make up and correct it. If you dig a hole yourself, you have to fill it yourself.
The next day, I opened my eyes, picked up my mobile phone and admitted my mistake to my parents. I clicked on the letter and sent a message, not for anything else, but for the forgiveness of my parents.
When the message was sent out, I remembered my father's stern eyes again and hit my heart.
After this incident, tears and harsh eyes, I know I was wrong. From now on, I will never make such a mistake again, filial to those who love me, support me and tolerate me.
Composition on the topic of eyes 1 1 Growing up, I have been exposed to all kinds of eyes, many of which have already disappeared in my mind, but one pair of eyes has always been in my mind, full of tenderness and encouragement that I will never forget.
That summer, the weather was very hot, but I couldn't stop shivering because of nervousness. A few weeks ago, I was inexplicably chosen as one of the players in the piano competition, and my mother coerced me into agreeing to participate. With surprise and dissatisfaction, I went through several weeks of devil training. In a blink of an eye, I stood here, my body is like a seedling that may fall at any time, and it is fragile and shaking into a ball. After all, this is the competition I experienced about my weakness-piano. I only practiced for a short time, and my heart was like a boulder hanging.
Several players will soon go off the stage, and it's my turn. My legs trembled and I sat on the piano chair. Looking at the dark crowd below, I couldn't help swallowing, opening my sweaty hand and pressing the first sound with my thumb trembling. My heart is about to jump out, and I feel my mind is blank for an instant. I can't help looking down for help again. At this time, I saw a bunch of soft and gentle eyes, staring at me silently all the time, with a little encouragement and comfort in my eyes. She is wearing a soft white dress, with her hair curled high and strands of black hair hanging over her shoulders. There was a smile on her lips and her big eyes were full of encouragement. She blooms there like a white lotus. I can't help but think of Zhou Dunyi's idea of getting out of the mud without dyeing, being clear without demon. My heart suddenly enlightened and my mind calmed down. Looking back, the corners of my mouth raised confidently, and the piano sounded beautifully between my fingers. All the nervousness and anxiety disappeared, leaving only two people in the quiet hall: one was me playing on the stage, and the other was her listening in the corner. No matter what my grades are, this time, I played for her.
Although, I still don't know her name, all that remains is that white dress and those pure eyes like moonlight.
If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the eyes are the refraction of the soul.
Look at the white and beautiful clouds outside the window, such as ears, nose and mouth. So like a person's eyes, staring at me tightly. These eyes are familiar. Whose eyes are these? At this time, I was lost in thought.
I have been nagging for the first year and last semester.
School begins! Entering the first grade, I didn't expect to be told on the first day of school. Just entered junior high school. I am very happy to come to a new class. Oh, I have many friends. I don't think I can take any classes anyway, so I chat with my classmates around me. Just as I was describing the interesting summer vacation to my classmates happily, I was hit on my back with a bang and died. Looking back, a teacher with long hair and eyes showed stern eyes and said to me, don't talk, what's your name? "Zhang Xiao" "All right! I remember you. " My heart can't help trembling. In class, the teacher is always nagging, repeating a word n times, and his brain is getting bigger and bigger. She always calls this name "Zhang Xiao". Every time I have a chill in my heart, I stand up slowly. She always asks me to answer questions in class. God, this teacher bears a grudge against me!
The feelings of the first semester
Shortly after the start of next semester, there is a piece of paper next to the blackboard with a list of class cadres written on it. I have never been interested in these things. At this time, my deskmate told me that my name was on it, so let me have a look. I don't remember the previous name, but I clearly remember the third line from the bottom, Zhang Xiao, secretary of the Youth League branch. At this moment, I was shocked. After class, my classmates told me that the head teacher wanted to see you. I shouted a report and went into the office. The teacher smiled and said to me, "Did you see the list on the wall?" "Yes," the teacher looked at me with encouraging eyes and said to me, "Come on! I believe you. Go back. " Out of the office, I don't know why the teacher's words have been echoing in my ears. My gratitude suddenly welled up in my heart, and tears flowed out unconsciously.
From then on, every time the teacher asked me to answer questions in class, I noticed the teacher's eyes, because I saw the encouraging eyes in the teacher's eyes, and I firmly believed that this would be the other side of my desire for success.
Thought of here, tears unconsciously flow down. Warm current stirs in my heart. The warm current in the sky gradually dispersed, but my mind was full of teachers' eyes …
I still remember that rainy day, the season that made me feel uncomfortable all the time. Autumn is a season of harvest and happiness, but whenever I see yellow leaves, my heart always feels sad and sad.
I haven't spoken to my father for a long time. Since childhood, my father has always played the role of a friend and a better friend in my family. He never asked me to do anything excessive in the name of the serious role of "father". My father has always been very kind.
That day, dad said he wanted to go for a walk. I told my father:
"Dad, I'll go with you."
Father smiled happily.
Probably walking side by side with my father for too long.
I walk a little slowly. I watched my father's vicissitudes. When did you start raising camels? It seems that when I was a child, my father and I walked hand in hand through the path covered with dead leaves, and there were wild chrysanthemums everywhere. The breeze always blows petals all over the sky. My innocent childhood was full of my father's tall figure.
"dad! Wait for me! " I yelled at my father.
My father turned to see me and I ran to him. My father touched my head and smiled and said, "Silly boy, don't run so fast, or you will fall down."
This is a father's concern and spoil for his daughter.
My father and I went straight to a fork in the road. I told my father that I would go another way. My father promised me and I waved to him.
Suddenly feel very sad. I looked back at my father and found that he was still there. Look at me. Does he always look at me? I vaguely saw my father say to me: come back early.
I nodded to my father and said, I see.
I turned around and tears trickled down my heavy footsteps.
Did dad keep looking at me like this until he disappeared into the corner?
Is this fatherly love?
Don't I realize it's too late?
I see. I will spend more time with my father in the future. My father is getting old.
Father, thank you for your love.
I love you too.