Excellent eye composition 1 a deep eye is more shocking than a sentence, making silence more vocal.
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The wheel of history is too cruel, how many ambitions have been crushed and how many ups and downs have been taken away. At that time, it was a thing of the past, and the road of history always went step by step. I took my thoughts through history, looking for that kind of eyes.
Location 1: by the Miluo River
The autumn wind was bleak, and an old man stood in the wind, letting the wind blow that shabby robe. Wide sleeves fluttered with the wind, and messy hair danced with the wind. At this time, his heart was full of pain and ambition, and the broken mountains and rivers in his eyes had no place. His eyes are more sad and helpless, but he never loses his righteousness. At the moment he jumped into the river, his eyes were full of righteousness and awe. He put mountains and rivers and people in his heart and became the Miluo River.
From Qu Yuan's eyes, I learned to be frank and upright, and realized a patriotic feeling.
Location 2: Nanshan Straw House
Chrysanthemums are everywhere, and the fragrance surrounds a simple thatched cottage. Where is the owner of the house at this time? Looking into the distance, a figure weeding caught my attention. In the warm afterglow, his movements were lifted and released, and he enjoyed himself. Looking at the growing bean sprouts, my eyes were full of joy, so I sent out the feeling of "naked, I hope it doesn't violate". Pick up a bamboo basket, pick a few chrysanthemums that have already opened, and walk all the way along the fragrance of flowers. At this point, his eyes are full of calm and carefree mood. How can he tell such happiness?
From Tao Yuanming's eyes, I read out his transcendental interest, refined interest and poor personality.
Location 3; Daguanyuan; Grand View Garden; Prospect Garden
In the huge garden, flowers have fallen to the ground at the moment, and tourists are weaving. Every foot of the tourist steps on the flower as if stepping on her heart. She took a cloth bag and a flower hoe, put the petals on the ground into the bag, buried them in the soil and watched them fall. Who can understand her inner pain? When she looked at the flowers flying around like this, her eyes were more sour and a little sad, just like the book said, "Flowers are blooming all over the sky, and all the red flowers are disappearing." Who has compassion? " The fate of these flowers is just like hers. No matter how brilliant the previous life is, future generations are always as poor as flowers. Holding the fallen flower, a few tears fell, and my eyes were full of sadness and helplessness. Watching her beloved leave step by step, she was helpless and could only cry silently.
From Daiyu's eyes, I saw a weak woman's secular persecution, inner helplessness and pain. Who could understand it then? But I also think that it is more important to control one's destiny in one's own hands. Resignation will not lead to good results, so we should bravely change our destiny.
I was shocked by these deep eyes. Every eye is full of master's feelings, including loyalty to the country, aversion to the secular world, and a sigh of ill-fated fate. Eyes so deep.
That distant look is the precipitation of history and a bright emotional pearl.
That distant look will be engraved in my heart and will never die.
A look, like a drizzle, flies into your heart, or like a downpour, washes away the impetuousness in your heart, like a trickle, quietly flows through your heart. And his eyes, but I will never forget them.
On that day, the wind roared and a little dust floated up. I tucked up my clothes and pulled my hair behind my ears. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of an old man from the corner of my eye. I can't help wondering, in this cold wind, there are a few pedestrians, how can there be an old man, not to mention he is still sitting on the side of the road. This curiosity drove me to take a step. From a distance, I found that his clothes seemed very thin, and his upper coat was covered with dust, and occasionally I could see a little oil stain. No matter how carefully I look at it, I can't find out what its original color is. Looking at it again, the trousers have been worn out, so short that even the red ankles are exposed by the wind, and the originally dark skin is white at this time.
While I was thinking about it, suddenly, a face full of ravines bumped into my eyes. What kind of face is that? The cheeks stained yellow with mud are like deep ditches across the road, and I can't help thinking of the fields where vegetables are grown in the countryside. However, this face has gray hair and is not contaminated with any filth. It seems to add a bit of humor to the face, but my heart is mixed. Closed eyes, frowning brows and trembling hands all seem to indicate that he is cold and helpless at the moment.
I passed him and walked on, but I saw a sign in the corner of my eye, so I stopped and turned to look at it. I saw the sign saying, "Please kindly give me eight yuan for lunch. I am very grateful. "
At this moment, the ragged old man and the brand in front of me seem to poke into the softest part of my heart, and I feel a twinge of sadness. As if I had made up my mind, I opened my schoolbag and couldn't find the money for a long time. I felt a deep guilt inside. Although I know it's not my fault, I still deeply blame myself for not helping him. At this moment, I was suddenly attracted by a loaf of bread in my bag. I think, although I can't give him money, a loaf of bread should be enough for him to eat.
With this in mind, I stopped and walked back. When I handed him the bread, his eyes were still closed, so I crouched down and gently touched his clenched hand with the bread. However, his brow seemed to knit tighter. I'm afraid he will say something that refuses my bread. But I touched his hand lightly with bread, and then he suddenly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes are those! This pair of jewels, which shine like moonlight, are deeply buried in the gullied face, as clear and beautiful as the moon reflected in the well. It seems to shine into people's hearts and spy on your thoughts. I have never seen the bright vitality of generate at the moment when I opened it. It seems that even the best flowers and plants in spring are not as energetic as these eyes. And I face this look directly, as if all my thoughts were stripped off and naked in front of him.
Suddenly, he smiled at me, took the bread and whispered "thank you". At this moment, my face turned red, I escaped from my eyes and whispered "no, no", then I took a step.
I didn't look back once, and I didn't look back at him again, but what he just looked like has been deeply engraved in my heart and has always appeared in front of my eyes, and I can't forget it in my mind for a long time.
Until now, I still think of his eyes from time to time, from time to time. What kind of life and experience will make such eyes?
Excellent eye composition 3 Beauty is reflected everywhere in life, but it is more difficult to find the beauty of the mother, especially in the eyes of the mother. Mother's eyes are like clear lake water, and long eyelashes are like gauze curtains, which makes them sometimes mysterious and deep. Sometimes I don't even dare to look into my mother's eyes, for fear that I will give my mother a little care.
I put down my schoolbag after school and was about to turn on the TV. My mother came out of the kitchen without saying anything. She just glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and I understood. It means, "The meal is not ready yet, so go and do your homework first." At this time, even if I have a hundred reasons, I dare not plead. I have to do my homework obediently.
Once, because of the heavy rain after school, I was afraid that my mother would not have time to pick me up, so I went home in the rain. Unexpectedly, it brought more trouble to my mother. I suddenly had a high fever at night, which made my mother very anxious. Father is on a business trip again, and mother is embarrassed to disturb others. A person with a height of 155 ran to the hospital, with a height of 155 plus overnutrition. No need.
The next day, when I woke up, I found my mother asleep beside me. I didn't have the heart to wake her up. After careful observation, I found that my mother's eyes were covered with "crow's feet". My mother found me awake and looked at me with expectant eyes, as if to say, "Get better soon!" " This will make me very tired. "Under the care of my mother, I have been ill for a day and a night. You look at me with happy eyes, as if to say,' Your illness is finally cured, and you can go to school again! ""When I went to school the next day, it happened to be the unit exam. During the exam, I remembered my mother's crow's feet again and said to myself, "I can't let my mother down. I must do well in the exam." After the exam, I reported the good news to my mother: "I did well in this exam!" " "I danced to my mother and said," Really? Mother became very surprised: "hmm!" I ranked first this time! "Mom's smile is brighter and the colors on her face are richer." What a nice girl! "I will give you a reward! My mother picked me up and walked around me several times, saying, "I'll buy you another robot tomorrow!" " "I've never seen my mother so happy, so I joked," Mom, you won't be nice to me. If you fail, you will ignore me! " Mom smiled: "How can it be?" I also found her eyes softened and full of happiness. She only has my shadow in her eyes, and my mother is probably thinking, "I'm so proud of her!" " "I was deeply infected by my mother's expression. It seems that she is all to me. I want to make her happy because it makes me happy.
The past is like smoke. In my impression, there is also a symphony of pots and pans. I don't remember why I was angry at that time, but I remember being depressed and depressed in the kitchen. I picked up the bowl and somehow let it go, and it fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Looking at the chaos everywhere, I was at a loss. My mother happened to see this scene and said in surprise, "Oh, no, this is a bowl from my grandmother. How did it break? " My mother cherishes this bowl, and I'm sorry. I thought to myself: I'm in trouble again this time But my mother didn't blame me, and the word "forgive" flashed in her eyes. I know, my mother never blames me for such a trivial matter, and her eyes are as big as the sky. I can't forget those tolerant eyes, which make me feel warm.
There are many beautiful eyes, but I think the eyes full of happiness are the most beautiful, and those who have eyes full of happiness are also the most beautiful and happiest, just like my mother's eyes, which grow with me like a bright lamp. ...
A look, a smile, a word, your world, the starry sky. Time took everything away, but kept your loving eyes.
I remember when I first entered the junior high school campus, I didn't know anything when I first came. You tolerate our mistakes like parents and accompany us silently like friends.
That time, you were ill, hoarse and gaunt. But you still insist on giving us lessons. You hold a megaphone, try to make a sound, and try to write. My heart is pulling up, so sour! You are not an iron man, and you finally collapse in overwork and pain.
After you were hospitalized, we were all worried, so we teamed up to visit the hospital. When you see us, your eyes sparkle with joy, loosen your frowning brows and say to us with a smile, "Thank you for coming to see me. I'm fine. Just rest for a few days. " Looking at your messy black hair, bloodshot eyes and pale face, my nose is sour.
After chatting for a while, you urged us to go back: "Nothing, you go, time is tight now, don't delay your study." At your urging, we walked out of the gate, and you kindly told us: "Don't catch cold when you go back to the dormitory at night. Now that the weather is dry, drink more hot water. " We promised to walk out of the ward in the soft breeze and faint fragrance of flowers.
Back in the classroom, I will still think of your loving eyes. You are so miserable that you still think of us. Your eyes inspire us and touch us. We all think that studying hard is your greatest reward. Our class has been shrouded in tension, almost no one plays, and no one is naughty.
A few weeks later, you finally came back. The spirit is obviously much better, but I am still a little weak. You still have love in your eyes, just a little more determined.
In countless applause, we are proud. That time when you came to class, you saw that we were so noisy that your eyes were black. You scolded us and made us run seven times on the playground. During running, sweat spilled over my cheeks and wet my clothes. Tears swirled in the eyes, stinging the skin, itchy and painful.
After running, we all came back to work panting. Your eyes were red, and you came in firmly and said firmly, "No matter what you float, pride goes before a fall. Don't blame me for punishing you. It's almost the end of the term, and you're still like this. I am worried about you. "
As you spoke, you choked up: "I hope you can all be conscious, nervous and have a good style of study. Stop playing, ok?" After the silence, we firmly replied: "Good!" You look at us affectionately, your eyebrows gradually stretch, and there is a trace of relief in your heart.
As time goes by, you seem to have become a student. In the morning, in the morning, come to the class to see if all the people are here, and urge us to recite aloud. You have been sitting in the last row of the classroom since you took the minor course in the afternoon, preparing the lesson plan and listening to the voice of endorsement. Sometimes, we will spot-check our recitation (although you teach math).
Thanks to our efforts, we got good grades in the final exam. Two years later, your memory is still so clear. Never forget your tired figure on campus; Don't forget your inculcation and cultivation; I won't forget your loving eyes.
Nowadays, the breeze is blowing, and the air is still filled with faint flowers. I still remember clearly that your eyes are so kind in the sun.
The moon is out, dizzy. Looking out of the window, I was greeted by grandma's reproachful eyes and subconsciously stroking her cheek. The burning pain seems to be still there. Grandma, grandson is wrong.
It was a hot afternoon and a happy day, and the six-year primary school career ended. The students were so excited that they proposed to hold a tea party, both to commemorate the past and to imagine the future. After a period of deliberation, I recommend several people to sort out the required "materials". I, a person who has always been enthusiastic about class affairs, is among them without exception.
You guys set out with a mission, rushed into the nearby supermarkets and shops, and finally walked happily to the school with a few bags full of things. Soldiers who seem to return in triumph show off their rich "trophies" while walking.
"changchang".
I was in a good mood when I suddenly heard someone calling my name. Looking inside, it's my grandmother. I saw her right hand sitting at the door of a clinic, with a bottle hanging on the shelf next to her, her head sticking out, her mouth half open and her left hand waving at me. Alas, my grandmother was infused again. Hearing grandma's crying, I slowed down a little, didn't stop, and shouted at her, "I have something to do. I have to go first." Grandma didn't seem to hear, just waved and shouted. I forgot to say hello with something in my hands. That exciting moment is far more important than grandma at this time.
What a beautiful afternoon, everyone talked about the past, everyone sang friendship, drinks became intoxicating wine, and candy became exquisite snacks. All the unhappiness disappears at this time, until the evening comes, and everyone has to wave goodbye.
When I got home, it was my father who opened the door. I greeted my father with a smile and prepared to enter the room. Suddenly I saw my grandmother sitting on the sofa.
"Grandma, you're here," I greeted.
Grandma gave me a look and stood up angrily.
I called you just now, why did you ignore me? Grandma shouted.
You didn't hear me when I said I left early. I was still immersed in the joy just now, casually replied and went straight to the room.
Stop it. You don't care about me at all. Grandma has a dignified voice, staring at me with wide eyes and shaking her body.
Don't be so angry about it. I no longer misread the momentum and don't want to say more. I was afraid that I would spoil the fun just now, so I only glanced at my grandmother.
"I've been calling you for a long time," grandma's voice rose eight degrees.
"I said, you didn't hear." I replied to my grandmother.
"Pa", I got a heavy slap on the face. Grandma stood up straight, her hand was still raised, the white tape on the back of her hand was very eye-catching, her lips trembled, her mouth opened a few times, and finally she didn't speak again. Her eyes were angry, but I clearly saw tears.
I ran into the room in tears. .
The stars came out, bright, and grandma's eyes looked at me, bright. Grandma, you indulged my arrogance and awakened my sincerity in filial piety. What is happiness? Happiness is grandma's cry, ordinary but warm. Happiness is a greeting to grandma, natural and filial. Happiness is grandma's longing eyes, anger and concern; Happiness is the smile of children and grandchildren, casual and beloved.
I woke up in the morning because a weak voice was calling, looking for the source of the sound. There is no one in the dormitory, and there is no one in the corridor except for the faint call. I remember today is the weekend, I may have overslept, and others may have gone to review for next week's exam.
After a quick wash, I ran down the stairs. It's quiet outside the dormitory, and no one is there. I'm a little anxious. Then I hurried to the classroom. The classroom is empty and no one is there. It seems that no one has been here today. A lot of question marks popped up in my mind. Just as I hesitated, there was a call in the distance. This voice is very weak, as if it does not belong to this world, but comes from another world.
I followed the call and ran to the stairs again. Thank god, I finally met someone. I was extremely excited, but I was immediately shocked. A chill came from the soles of my feet. I greeted him, but she ignored me and didn't even look at me. She kept a straight posture and continued to go her own way. I don't seem to exist to her. I accidentally noticed her confused eyes, and I was shocked. Her eyes lost their former light, lifeless and empty. Maybe it's too shocking. My first reaction was to run and leave this place that shocked me.
I ran all over the campus, and I forgot my phone number. I met one acquaintance after another on the road, but I didn't dare to say hello to them, let alone look them in the eye, because they all have the same thing, that is, empty eyes without vitality. Suddenly thought of zombies in horror movies, yes, zombies. I was so scared. So I started running hard again, trying to put aside my fear. When I ran to the playground, I really didn't have the strength to continue running. So I sat down in the middle of the playground and closed my eyes to wake myself up.
Suddenly there was a faint footstep in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw that all the people I met on the road just now were coming towards me. I see your friends, my roommates, and my close classmates on weekdays. But they are not the people I used to know. They walk straight, everyone has the same rhythm, and their eyes are empty, without life and light. All they see is the object-me. They came to me step by step, and their horrible eyes approached me little by little. They will devour me and destroy me.
It was quiet all around, and I could hear my heartbeat. I held my breath and waited for them to come. After a while, I put my hand on my shoulder. This hand is cold. It's very cold. Suddenly I fell down and lost consciousness ... I sank to the bottom of the sea, which seemed to be a bottomless sea. I don't know how long and how deep it will sink. Continue to sink, and then sink. I don't know when a pair of big hands caught me and took me out of the abyss. ...
I opened my eyes and found myself lying in bed. I'm soaked to the skin. Then I saw a face of concern and rubbed my eyes. Yes, it's a concerned look, a look I used to know so well that I can't be familiar with it any more. I looked at these eyes for a long time, and then burst into tears without warning. So this is my dream. I thought I lost them forever, and these eyes made my life colorful. When I cried, my eyes and their owners were shocked.
They came to comfort me and hugged me tightly, and a warm current poured out of my heart. Convinced me that it was really my dream. Now I'm awake, back to reality, and I'm safe. I am finally relieved. Recognize the greatness of eyes and the mystery of eyes!