Ask for an essay "An Unforgettable Eye", more than 7 words.

On another normal day, the sunshine in October gently hit my ass as usual, and I woke up from my dream with the beep of the car, and walked out of the door with lazy steps to see that my mother was no longer there! Immediately wake up, all don't like just got up, a twinkle in her eyes with small steps, turned on the computer.

Tencent's special exhibition of pictures popped up on the webpage, and I clicked in with the left mouse button with curiosity, and the pictures swept my eyes like running water. A photo projecting a little girl's helpless eyes caused my originally small eyes to enlarge immediately! Hurry back, eyes locked on a black and yellow picture, an African girl looked at the camera with her most desperate eyes, her skinny body, only yellow sand and weeds and a vulture waiting for his death. Lonely and desperate eyes cast the last glimmer of hope on the photographer. There's nothing I can do. I don't know whether she was swallowed up by death or saved by this kind photographer, but no matter what the outcome is, my heart has been shaking!

I looked around, and there was a huge poster of LeBron James, a beaded curtain hanging to the ground, a mosquito net like a princess, a red board that reflected the light, a soft chair that could turn around, and this computer in front of me. What is not something that will appear in her dreams, not a luxury? Not yearning?

I recall yesterday's quarrel with my mother, just because the number of dishes was not to my liking, and I threatened not to eat, forcing my mother to go out to buy food again. I am confident that I may feel guilty when I see white rice, because eating and drinking enough and warming up is just a wish for them.

Huge eyes, with the most sorrowful eyes, pierced my heart one after another, getting deeper and more painful, and the cry to save them in my heart became stronger and stronger. Perhaps this is also a kind of suffering, a torture of conscience.

We are both human beings and a race. Why can I be willful? I can live a carefree life. I can also complain about the unpalatable food. Why can't they get what I think they should have!

I hate that my weak hands can't change anything, but I want to pray: "Great United Nations, great European Union and great North Atlantic Treaty Organization, please put your fighting thoughts on them!"! Let's eat enough and wear warm clothes in the severe winter no longer only appear in dreams, so that the life that should have belonged to them is no longer just a New Year's wish!

since I am tired of loneliness, I have learned to find it at once; Since a headwind hit, I can also resist the wind from all directions and sail! One day I will build a brand-new country and let my eyes see hope and happiness! Let them know the beauty and sincerity of childhood!