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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 far you fly, the roots of life are always tied to the earth. 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

it seems

Time goes by like running water. A big net called memory stopped something valuable in the running water-father's eyes.

When I was a child, my father took me to other people's homes as a guest. The delicious food on that table made the greedy worm in my stomach scream. So, I took a spoon to make soup and looked up, only to find that my father was staring at me with a stern eye, as if to say, "Be a polite child." I had to retract my hand, pout, look at the delicious food eagerly and sit quietly. I have been thinking in my heart: Why is Dad so fierce? It's not a crime to eat a few bites first when you're hungry. Others should understand, right

The students probably reviewed the final exam carefully. And when I saw that pile of review materials, I felt very dizzy and couldn't help humming "poor scholars all over the world" At that time, I was extremely clever. I thought of packaging Chinese books with novels, picked up novels and read them with relish. After watching it for a long time, I suddenly turned my head, ah! My father came out of nowhere and stared at me. I couldn't help shivering and froze for a while. This is called "silence is better than sound". I consciously put down my novel and picked up a Chinese book to read aloud, so the chill behind me was not so strong. But in my heart, I think my father is always strict.

As I grew older, I became more and more sensible, and I gradually realized that my father's eyes were not only severe. When I was complacent about my achievements, my father's eyes criticized me: "How can I be complacent? Do you know that it is full of losses? " When I stopped because of difficulties, my father's eyes warned me: "You can't back down when you encounter difficulties!" " "

Drinking coffee, thinking of my father's eyes. Suddenly, I feel that my father's eyes are like coffee: silently emitting a special fragrance with a bitter taste, while sugar precipitates at the bottom. Only by savoring it carefully can we appreciate its sweetness. Before, I only saw severity in my father's eyes, but I didn't feel it. There is a different kind of love in seriousness.

I don't know whether to taste coffee carefully or father's love carefully. Confused, I seem to see my father's stern eyes again. Unforgettable father's eyes!

it seems

When you fail, your eyes are 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.

it seems

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 irritable on my face, like being slapped, and 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.

The above is my answer, I hope it will be adopted and helpful to you!

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2011-05-1601:54 Stugo | Level 3

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I don't know when I started, I gradually became shy, shy and stopped raising my hand. I don't know why.

Now, I have been looking forward to it, hoping that I can be as lively and cheerful as before, have the courage to raise my hand, and see the teachers' trusting and affirmative eyes.

No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak. No matter how brave a person is, sometimes he will be timid.

In class, I am a silent and introverted person. Besides talking and laughing with good friends, I seldom chat and play games with other students. All the speakers in the class are the so-called "high flyers", but I have been acting as a bystander. Although occasionally called up by the teacher, but most of them are faltering, trembling to say the answer in my heart.

I fantasized countless times that I would have enough courage to raise my hand that I had been hiding in my pocket, but I gave up at the last minute every time. At that time, you (the teacher) said "J.J.", and I pulled back to reality from the war with the "devil". My classmates all looked at me in surprise. I was stunned at first. Then raise your head. I saw your (teacher's) expectant and kind eyes. I don't understand: "Will you (the teacher) want to listen to my speech?" Yes, I read the affirmative answer in your eyes. So, I summon up courage. I said the answer that I had recited many times in my mind. "Good answer, please sit down." You gave me a positive smile and I saw it. There is hope, affirmation and more shocking beauty in your eyes!

No matter how fragile people are, there are times when they are strong; No matter how timid, there are times when you are brave!

In the future, I will face everyone and everything with confidence, and I will face myself with confidence, and I will never forget to say, "Teacher, thank you very much!" " "

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Ceng Rui 93 | 4.

Hearing "Deng Qinqin passed the exam of 69.5", the teacher's kind eyes immediately cast a kind eye on her. She was so happy that she quickly took the paper from the teacher. The teacher smiled, and so did she. At this time, the teacher has more eyes.

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Report | 2011-05-0819: 07x _ | Level 4

Fingertips inadvertently touched the cold key, which opened the door of memory in my mind. Grandpa's parting eyes suddenly appeared before my eyes, and memories began to reappear. . . . . .

Two years ago, I wanted to relax after a tense and nervous exam. During the summer vacation, my mother took me to my grandfather's house in the country. Dad is usually busy at work and has no time to accompany us.

Grandpa was very kind to me and loved me very much since I was a child. As long as I want my grandfather, I will try my best to satisfy me. Grandpa watched me grow up. Of course, this may be the reason why grandpa and I are closer! When I grow up, I'm going to study, which means I'm leaving my grandfather. I hate being separated from it. At that time, I was still young and probably didn't understand. Looking back now, I haven't seen grandpa for several years. I miss him very much and worry that he will be lonely and bored alone.

On the way back, I sat on the train and recalled the past. When the train stopped to see my grandfather, I was full of expectations.

A few hours later, I finally arrived and got off the train. There are many people. I finally squeezed out the onion crowd and felt that I was almost deformed. When I was complaining, I saw my grandfather at a glance in the vast sea of people. Her anxious eyes looked around for us, and I shouted with joy: "Grandpa!" " Grandpa gave me a reflexive look back, his eyes were full of care and kindness, shining with crystal tears, but his strong grandfather never let it flow out. Grandpa ran over and ended up holding the heavy luggage in my hand. At this time, my grandfather was standing in front of me, and I clearly saw that his hair was much whiter. Suntanned skin, sunken eyes, people lost a lot of weight and became haggard. Grandpa has changed a lot in the past few years. The only constant is that he looks into my eyes and is still so loving and kind.

Holding grandpa's hand all the way, skipping back to grandpa's house. After dinner, my grandfather and I went for a walk and saw the beautiful scenery at night, which was completely different from the feeling of riding on my grandfather's back and feeling the uneven ground when I was a child. It seemed to have a familiar intimacy. Along the way, grandpa said a lot, wishing me to study hard. I looked up and looked into grandpa's deep eyes. I can't tell what it feels like, and my heart suddenly turns sour.

How time flies! A week has passed, and we should go back. How much I want to reproduce time, I just stayed yesterday and let time freeze at that moment, but I can't. How much I don't want to leave grandpa, I really want to stay for a few more days, even a few hours. I also want to see grandpa more, spend more time with him, and I can feel his loving eyes if I look at him more. I'm afraid grandpa will be lonely when he leaves. Although grandpa always shows his strongest side in front of me, I am still worried and can't give up.

It's still the same train station, the same time, the same person and the same place. The difference is that Grandpa's eyes are full of sadness, and the feelings revealed in his eyes can't be described in words, and he is very unhappy. Grandpa's eyes seem to be locked on me, being stared at by a kind of fiery eyes. He took out my little hand in grandpa's hand, which was still warm, but he dared not look back. He is afraid that he can't restrain the impulse to stay after reading it. It was not until my mother pulled me into the car that I realized that I had forgotten something. Suddenly, I looked back and grandpa was still staring at us. At this moment, I couldn't hold it any longer, and warm liquid flowed out of my eyes.

Now, although it has been a long time, whenever I think of this memory, my grandfather's appearance will come to my mind. I will think of his burning eyes, full of reluctance, pity, kindness and kindness, and his hands that are covered with cocoons but still warm. The eyes I got when I left will always exist in the deepest part of my memory and cannot be erased.