Unforgettable that affectionate composition 1 My grandmother was a people's teacher when she was young. When she criticizes me, her eyes will be sharp, but at ordinary times, she will always smile at me, and her eyes are kind, mixed with too much care and love.
Once, when I was eating at my grandmother's house, I leaned back with a bowl and shook my chair from time to time until it creaked endlessly. Grandma saw me like this and criticized me: "This is not good, I didn't sit down." You can't do that in other people's homes. Besides, if you do it again, you will fall to the ground. "She has a serious face, as if thinking that I fell to the ground and spilled a dress. I got carried away, shaking more and more, and suddenly got stuck in the chair. Grandma giggled when she looked at my exaggerated sadness. Then he looked at me, smiled faintly and said to me, "Sit down quickly. "Grandma looked at me and smiled, and her eyes were bent like a crescent moon. She just stared at me as if I were her whole world, full of love, which seemed to overflow her eyes.
After dinner, I took out my homework and began to write on the table in the back room, lying softly on the table. Grandma doesn't know when she sat next to me. The sun shone through the window and on grandma's face. Grandma looked at me with her standard eyes that only have love for me. Although it's just a look, it seems that I can touch, see and feel it. It's a soft look, it's a look full of bubbles of love, it's a sweet and soft look.
Grandma is old, and her whole eyes are a little sunken. When she laughed, the crow's feet around her eyes were deeply imprinted on her skin. But in any case, grandma's eyes are emitting strange light, shining with crystal light, and with that kind of loving eyes, like cute and eccentric elves in the mountains.
Grandma lives in the country after retirement. But her loving eyes, let me never forget.
Unforgettable that affectionate eye-god composition 2 wind, with my faint thoughts; Yun Qi, I'm worried. Never forget that familiar face, never forget those loving eyes. Grandma, I don't know how you are now. Is everything all right?
Under the osmanthus tree, the moonlight is swaying. The leaves of osmanthus trees make a soft sound, like singing a lullaby. Grandma and I shook the cattail leaf fan and sat under the tree in front of our hometown to enjoy the cool.
In the moonlight, I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, do you remember the moon when I was a child?" Grandma gently opened her lips: son, I remember when I was a child, every night, you would hold grandma's hand under this osmanthus tree and pester her to tell you the story of Chang 'e. The osmanthus tree beside you witnessed your melancholy when you heard Chang 'e's loneliness, and the distant moon wrote down your smile when you understood the story ... I carefully recalled grandma's story, as if it happened yesterday, and the past was vivid.
The moon is full, roll down the silver line. In the moonlight, I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, do you remember the moon when I was a child?" Grandma opened her lips lightly, and her eyes showed more kindness: Son, do you remember this path leading to the primary school? I used to hold your hand every morning and come under this osmanthus tree, tidy up your clothes, tie a bright red scarf, and then watch you walk all the way under the osmanthus tree. Whenever the sunset is scattered in the west, there will be a figure standing under the osmanthus tree, constantly looking at this path. That's grandma waiting for you to come home.
I closed my eyes and the face in my mind gradually became clear. Still that kind face, loving eyes. It's just that the rings of the years are ruthlessly crushed on her face. It is the original smooth skin with wrinkles, the original black hair with silver hair ... The osmanthus tree in my memory is so tall and straight, and my grandmother, my dearest grandmother, is slowly getting old. ...
The line of sight gradually blurred, "pa" and "pa" tears dripped down and hit the table hard, and my thoughts were interrupted. Today's high-rise buildings have replaced the tranquility of the past, and osmanthus trees can no longer be found under the moonlight. But grandma's kind face and loving eyes have been deeply engraved in my mind.
Unforgettable that affectionate eye-god composition 3 The wind blows the fleeting time like a remnant flower and hastily lifts the skirt of time. We are like saplings, living in a vast world, and many people have left their marks on the rings of our lives, perhaps a touching word, perhaps a gentle action, perhaps a subtle look. Love bathes us like this and moistens us like rain and dew forever.
An old woman lives next door to my house. Her face is full of wrinkles and her eyes are small but full of love. My mother-in-law watched me grow up, but I didn't have much in common with her until that day. ...
That afternoon, my parents went on a business trip and left me alone at home. I'm bored at home, so I'm going out to play. Unexpectedly, I stepped on a shoelace that had been loose when I left home and fell down. Because it was summer, I wore thin clothes and scraped my knees when I fell. The intense pain instantly made me cry. At this moment, a pair of big wrinkled hands caught me. I suddenly looked up and saw the familiar face of my mother-in-law. Her eyes reveal her love and affection for me. At that moment, my heart was warm like spring.
My mother-in-law lifted me up, took me to her house and rubbed me with liquid medicine. She said to me, "girl, be careful when you walk in the future." Don't always jump around. What should I do next time I hit other key parts? " Don't let mother-in-law worry. "Warm words, ringing in the ear, sweet in the heart. I looked at my mother-in-law with emotion. She turned her head and looked me in the eye. Her eyes are full of love.
Time, time, please slow down, don't let my mother-in-law get old, I am willing to exchange her years for staying. I don't know what I can do for her. I don't know if I can warm her heart with insignificant concern.
Because there are memories, love will warm the heart at any time. Mother-in-law's loving eyes, like a clear spring, are sweet and pure, and will always moisten my heart.
I can't forget the affectionate composition 4 "Da Da Da ..." This is the sound of sewing machine running from outside the hotel.
Bang, I opened grandpa's door and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing?" Grandpa stared at the work at hand and said seriously, "I'll mend your favorite coat, your pink coat." In a short time, the pink coat was repaired by grandpa's "skillful hand". I picked up my coat, kissed my grandfather on the face and said, "thank you, grandpa!" " "Grandpa looked at me and smiled.
Speaking of grandpa, he is old and went out to work with a group of friends at a young age. Grandpa has done everything: opening a drugstore, delivering a postman, selling paintings and calligraphy ... He is always busy to make a living. What impressed me most was that grandpa said sewing was his favorite and handy thing. At that time, my grandfather's mother sewed things to support my grandfather and other brothers and sisters. Later, when my grandfather chased my grandmother, he won her heart by sewing, so sewing has special significance to my grandfather, and I never gave up.
Soon, I will go back to Shenzhen. Before leaving, grandpa rushed a rose-red dress overnight, and many buttons were connected together, which looked particularly festive. Grandpa said, "You will wear this dress when you go back to your grandparents' garden in vain 15 (going out of the garden is an adult ceremony in Chaoshan area). I made it big, lest you grow too fast! "I will never forget my grandfather's loving eyes and serious tone. There seems to be an infinite universe in grandpa's eyes. The wrinkles on his face and crow's feet around his eyes seem to tell me that grandpa is old. I took the clothes, kissed him and said goodbye to him.
This year is just a nominal age 15, so I went back to my hometown and went out of the garden. Many relatives and friends came that day and ate many delicious dishes. I was never happy when everyone congratulated me on my adulthood. I'm wearing this red dress made by my grandfather, but I didn't have a chance to show him how I looked in it.
Willing to cut the rainbow on the horizon and build a bridge; The water in my hometown, the quiet moon; The girl in red bathes her naked soul; Time lingers, helpless; I would like to step on the horizon and hold the tombstone deeply; I can't forget those loving eyes.
Unforgettable that loving look composition 5 Every look represents a language, depending on whether you will experience and understand it; Every look represents a heart, see if you can communicate; Every look represents a kind of care for you, depending on whether you will observe and feel. I will never forget my father's loving eyes, which are full of love and a kind of love for me.
"You don't know me at all!" I said angrily. "What do you think we should do to understand?" Father slapped the table hard several times. I looked up and met the dazzling eyes, then lowered my head, walked out of the door, turned around and slammed the door. He walked aimlessly, sat down everywhere under the dim street lamp, holding his face in his hand, and his thoughts could not help coming to mind. When I was a child, my father always played with me when I was bored. When I was sick, my father always stayed by my side; When I was at school, my father always watched me enter the school gate, so I could go back with peace of mind.
Suddenly a coat covered my body, and I looked up and faced my father's loving eyes. There is too much understanding in that look. I see, what is true understanding. Father's clear eyes have now become a little cloudy; But if you don't change it, it's still vivid. My care and love were revealed in those eyes, which made me feel like a small bamboo shoot that had just sprouted. Everything grows under the care of bamboo. Father said, "It's getting dark, go home!" " "Six words, but deeply hurt my heart, I suddenly burst into tears, the in the mind is endless shame, I took my father's hand and walked home bit by bit.
Tonight, I am lying awake in bed, my mind is full of my father's shadow, and my loving eyes are back in front of me. Eyes shining like sunshine remind me of Zou Yan's happy feeling of waiting for her parents to feed me in her nest, and the safety of fish sheltering from the wind at the seaside? Before I knew it, I was asleep.
I will never forget my father's loving eyes, which have always accompanied me, encouraged me and made me face the difficulties of life in never back down. I can't forget that look!
Unforgettable loving eyes composition 6 "Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt, only if you want to grow up quickly, can you protect her …", I like to sing this lyric repeatedly in my heart. Whenever this happens, I will think of my mother's loving eyes.
Late at night, doing problems under the lamp, a wave of sleepiness hit me, and I could hardly hold on. Looking up, my mother and I met. She looked at me tenderly and lovingly, feeling distressed and expecting. I silently said to myself, don't give up. Sit up straight, and I started writing again.
As the final exam approaches, my mother's expression gets stronger every day. As far as my grades are concerned, I dare not say that I can pass, so I said to her, "Don't expect anything from me." However, when I met her loving eyes, I found from her eyes that there was no repressed hatred for iron, no desire for success, only encouragement and trust.
In the sixth grade, she was going to live away from home and became a chatterbox for no reason. "Are you ready to learn stationery, quilts, noodle boxes and so on?" "Everything is ready, just wait for school to start tomorrow, don't worry." "Don't make trouble at school. Cover yourself at night and don't get sick. " "If the school organizes activities to leave school, you must keep up with the teachers and classmates." "If you have anything to tell the teacher, ask the teacher to call me ..." Listening to my mother's nagging, I am a little impatient. I just want to say, "Why are you shaking? I am not a child anymore. " But when I met my mother's loving eyes, I replied softly, "OK, I see." Because there is disappointment, worry and concern in her eyes.
Although I am not an excellent child in the eyes of others, my mother never blames me. Her eyes are always kind, warm, confident, strong and brave. I know that her love is unconditional, and her love is pure. I am her child. Because of love, love is simple and pure
There may be bumps and thorns on the way forward. Mother, it is your loving eyes that let me bravely walk into the future with a smile, leaving only the back of the world. Mom, never forget your loving eyes, mom, thank you!