Mother's eyes
There are all kinds of eyes in the world, but for me, the most unforgettable is my mother's eyes. My mother's eyes can not only give me strength, but also give me confidence. I remember when we were in the third grade, we had an exam. I failed three times. At that time, I thought: I must be dead when I go home, and my mother must kill me. I came home with a nervous mood. My mother was doing housework. These three papers seemed to be confidential documents, and I didn't dare to take them to my mother. However, I slowly showed them to my mother and said: I failed three in this exam. I put my head down. When I thought my mother was going to hit me, my mother gave me an encouraging look with a smile on her face, which made me feel a little inferior and full of confidence again.
In another exam, I got 100 points in math, 100 points in English and 93 points in Chinese. The high score test paper made me proud all of a sudden. I rushed home and put the three long test paper in front of me as soon as I entered the house, just like rich people showing off their things. I put the test paper high. My mother looked at the test paper and looked at me with my head held high. I didn't say a word, but gave me a critical look, The sight made me no longer proud.
Another time, it was at the sports meeting. At that time, there were a large number of people. I was like a drop of water in the vast sea. The sport I participated in was long-distance running. At the beginning, the race was sprint. I saw how others ran. They all walked fast. I seemed to feel that I had no hope. The second was long jump, I think they should try their best to run faster when they run up. I don't know why. The short ones jump so far, and the tall ones jump as usual. Finally, we came to the long-distance race. With the referee's whistle, we started the race. There was no problem in the first two laps. I ran to the front at once, but I was overdrawn in the third lap, When I ran the third lap, other players had caught up with me. They were already running the fourth lap. I had just reached the starting line of the fourth lap. Just when I wanted to give up, I saw my mother. My mother gave me a cheering look. This look gave me strength. My strength seemed endless. I caught up and ran to the second, When it was time for the final sprint, I drove 100000 horsepower and ran towards the end. Unfortunately, the man who ran first was too fast and I couldn't catch up with him. So in the end, I only ran second. Although I wasn't the first, I was still very happy.
A mother's eyes can give you endless power, a mother's eyes can also give you confidence, and a mother's eyes can also give you criticism. What I can't forget most is my mother's eyes.
Mother's eyes
Those are mother's eyes, which are hidden in the depths of memory.
Open the lock of memory and touch the rings of memory. The touching warmth still exists.
On my way to school, I glanced back at the familiar window and looked forward to the familiar eyes. But it didn't appear again..
My home and school are only separated by a wall. I don't know when to start. My mother began to lean gently against the window and look at my back when I left. That look must be another kind of kindness. Until one day, I inadvertently looked back and suddenly found that she had been standing at the window watching me go out. From her eyes, there seemed to be a touching look. Looking back now, it seems that there was a trace of infinite concern in her eyes. Maybe she didn't trust me. When the eyes met, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes avoided. Like a child who did something wrong, she didn't dare to look directly at me.
Gradually, I didn't adapt to her eyes. I always felt that I felt monitored and very uncomfortable, but I never mentioned it to him. But my steps to school are getting faster and faster, so as to escape her eyes as soon as possible. Until one day, he occasionally asked me at the breakfast table how I walked so fast to school. The anger in my heart was suddenly aroused. I threw my chopsticks on the table and roared at her, "do you like watching me so much? Do I not reassure you?" He looked at me straight, his eyes full of bright red blood. His eyes pierced into my heart with deep disappointment and self blame and tears. She slowly stretched out her old hand and wanted to grasp the corner of my clothes and explain to me. But I grabbed my schoolbag without looking back, slammed the door and left him behind, like a sculpture, but with tears.
Later, my mother never looked at me at the window. I should say she didn't let me find it. But I began to miss my mother's eyes and the clear love. In this way, I began to find it difficult to find my mother's eyes. I began to understand how much love I had failed to live up to. The beauty was destroyed by me, but the pain was borne by me and him.
Looking at that window, the tears I had saved for a long time immediately flowed out, bitter and astringent.
When can I move forward under my mother's heavy eyes and feel that clear love? At that time, I will look back and give her a big smile, full of happiness.
3 mother's eyes
Every day after school, I walk very slowly, but as soon as I see my roof, I will run. When I am still far from home, I will call "Dad" and "Mom", and then rush to the second floor to beat the door. This is my old habit for many years. The 17-year-old girl was still like this. She couldn't learn to learn from a lady. When she saw the familiar house, she couldn't help running. In fact, what I most want to see is the loving eyes after my mother opened the door. Mother's eyes are always like this: concern, softness, it has been growing up 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 end. In order to cultivate my ability, my thoughtful mother didn't send me to school, but she was worried about my safety, so she always stood at the corner of the street, looked at the weak me, a schoolbag on the left and a kettle on the right, slowly moved her steps into the school gate, and she would leave quietly; After school, he watched me walk slowly back from the street—— So and so, until I graduated from primary school. At ordinary times, whether it's eating, doing homework, or mischievous, my mother always looks at me like that. Home has a special attraction to me because there is a caressing look from my mother at home, and this look contains how much love from my mother!
Carelessly, I left a table of books to school. It was my mother who helped me fold them neatly; Tired of doing my homework, I handed over a cup of hot milk and watched me drink it all at once; It's windy at night. It's my mother who gently comes to quilt me... When I dance a group of unknown dances, when I sing Cantonese songs that I don't even understand, and when I gush out long speeches that I think are wise, my mother always looks at me with a smile in her eyes.
Mother's eyes, there are also severe times. Whenever I put the test paper with pitiful scores in front of her, my mother's face would sink. She looked at the paper and me. Her eyes were full of anger and pain. I knew that my mother wanted to scold me severely, but she didn't speak; She wanted me to taste the pain of flesh and blood, but she never touched her hand. She just stared at me with anxiety, which made me full of remorse and remorse. Her own failure made my mother sad. Naturally, such eyes also urge me to forge ahead and reform.
In this way, I have lived under my mother's caress 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 inexhaustible strength!
4 mother's eyes
Careful children will always inadvertently find that their mother's eyes always stay on themselves, but often when the mother finds that her children notice themselves, she will bitterly drift her eyes away from every corner around her
In my childhood, my mother's eyes always seemed so loving and warm. Vaguely remember when I was a child, I was spoiled in my mother's arms and stared at my mother's bright eyes. I felt that everything was the best. When I was a child, I played around like a boy, just like the bird who didn't want to return to the cage wandering outside. However, my mother always waited for me to go home with such anxious eyes. Whenever she found me, her eyes were full of the meaning of anger. I smiled and followed my mother's back step by step to go home in the sunset.
I grow up day by day. Since I came into contact with books, I have changed from an urchin to a small striver. From the day I entered the kindergarten, my mother dressed me, and I could see the expectations and hopes in her eyes. At that time, I liked to smile at my mother, because I wanted to see her smile and her curved eyes as moving as crescent moon.
Since I was a child, many people have been gratified by my liveliness and intelligence. My mother's eyes are always filled with the light that makes me feel happy. Sometimes when my mother covers the quilt corner for me, I will secretly squint, look at my mother's loving and meticulous eyes and sleep peacefully. I always like my mother's eyes very much. I prefer my mother to smile at me. The curved crescent moon like eyes often give me unlimited hope!
Until primary school, my mother's eyes always make me warm. Sometimes when my mother is not around, looking at the note left by my mother, my mind will always clearly show the way my mother smiles at me. What a relaxed and happy feeling!
Now, with the rebellion of adolescence, I am no longer clever, no longer study hard for everyone's happiness, and even give up my persistent dream. Even if I don't know why, I can't change myself and restrain my indulgence.
The occasional communication with my mother always ends in unhappiness. Sometimes I see my mother's eyes still follow my own figure, but there is less unspeakable happiness and more helplessness and sadness... In my mother's melancholy eyes, I can't help shivering. Only I know why
Life passes quickly, and so does rebellion.
I still like watching my mother laugh and look at the curved crescent moon's eyes, which reveal love and expectation.
5 mother's eyes
Whenever I make eye contact with my mother, I can always find some traces of years in her eyes and forget her kind and gentle eyes.
When I was very young, I was just in the first grade of primary school. Because my family was not well off, my parents had to be busy working all day, so they borrowed money to send me to Guifeng primary school.
Our family is opposite the school. On the first day of school, my mother woke up early, and I woke up early under the stimulation of excitement. After wearing it, my mother took me across the road with her rough hand. I was walking and playing on the road, unaware of the danger of the car.