In the evening of the town, the sunset tore in the sky, and the yellow sun sank a little. I leaned against the window and my eyes were attracted by a mother and son. Children are at the age of learning a language, stumbling along with immature steps. With a smile on her lips, the mother walked not far from the child and her eyes fell gently on the child, as if that was her whole world.

My heart suddenly moved. I couldn't help looking back and saw my mother's thin body leaning against the spacious wardrobe to sort out clothes. Tomorrow, only two days of rest in a month will be over, and my mother is preparing clothes and things for my school life next season. My mother seemed to notice that I was looking at her, so she turned around and smiled at me. Her eyes are warm and familiar. Yes, that look has been with me for more than ten years. How many days and nights should it be!

I remember when I showed off every tooth I pulled out to her childishly, my mother looked at me with a sly smile and her eyes were full of expectation.

I remember when I fell down and cried for the first time when I was growing up, my mother always gave me understanding, comfort and encouragement with her eyes.

I remember that in that snowy winter, my mother gently rubbed my feet with cold hands, and her eyes were full of blame and cherish.

I remember that in hot summer, I always like to wander until it is completely dark before I go home. At that time, my mother's eyes were full of anxiety and worry about waiting.

commemorate ...

"Have a meal!"

I return to absolute being, I don't know when, the sunshine has disappeared in the field of vision with the back of mother and son. Mother has packed her winter clothes, and a steaming table of food has been placed on the table. My mother dragged me to sit down at the table like a guest from afar and arranged for me to take this dish and that dish. Even every piece of fish sent to my bowl has to be carefully removed for me. It seems that I am still a child of three or four years old ... I suddenly realized how much I should feel with my heart every time I go home and wolf down. My hand is full of food and I'm a little shy. I know my mother is looking at me with loving eyes. ...

"What's the matter, eat ah, is your favorite food, must be hungry at school ..."

I said yes. Come on, wolf it down. I know that at this time, it is my "aside" eating that can make those loving eyes full of happiness.

Looking at my mother's eyes shining with joy like a child, I suddenly understood that my naughty childhood, the dribs and drabs of my growing up, my inherent shortcomings, my unique advantages, my records of every failure and success, and my detailed growth files from childhood were quietly collected by my mother's gentle eyes.

After dinner, I stood in the yard, and the faint moonlight spilled all over the floor. I meditated on the gentle maternal gaze in the sunset. How grateful I am for this gaze. It reminds and guides me to pay attention to the happiness in life, which I should have paid attention to long ago. I know that at this time, there is a kind of eye that quietly falls on me, and that is my mother's eye.

Teacher's comment: The author's conception and tailoring are ingenious, and his description of his mother's eyes is delicate and vivid. We also saw Fan Yi's mother's concerned eyes and satisfied expression from our mother. The warm and real conversation and communication between their mother and daughter once happened to us and her mother. Why can't we write it down? The biggest hint of this paper to students' writing is that art comes from life. The value of literature lies in truth, and it is a bright spot to write that "everything is in people's hearts and everything is in people's pens".

Visual light (2)

Pushing a heavy car and taking heavy steps, I walked to the school gate. I saw that familiar expression, familiar eyes.

Yes, I failed the exam again. My father's hope was once again hit, and my father had to bear the pain of my failure in the exam with me again.

I have a dull pain in my heart and feel the cold coming from all directions. Although the hat, scarf and gloves wrapped me tightly, I still felt the cold.

Maybe that cold comes from my father's eyes. When my father saw me, he just gave me a cold look. At that glance, I have found that my father's eyes seem to be frozen by this winter. The kind of cold in my father's eyes seems to come from the North Pole, which is the kind of cold of despair, as if I will never see the time when spring blooms. Disappointment and helplessness seem to be fixed in my father's eyes forever.

My father and I rode separately on the road, and the shadow elongated and narrowed in the cold light. The cold wind blew through my ears, and the feeling of separation came out of my heart. The sudden sound of a motorcycle beside me told my father's existence. Along the way, my father was silent. His cold eyes fell straight in front of the wheel, neither looking at me nor looking at the side. It seems that my failure deprived him of the right to see the world.

Oh, my father, his eyes can't turn, his mood can't turn! Because he can't find his daughter's way tomorrow! Oh, please don't laugh at my father's narrowness. In the heart of a poor father, the college entrance examination is the only way for children to be happy!

When I finally got home, the silence was finally broken: Why did I get the last place in the Chinese exam? Why do you write wrong words when you are so old? ..... A series of questions hit me, and I didn't have time to answer, and I couldn't answer. These questions should have hovered all the way in my father's eyes just now, but I just looked down at my father with tears in my eyes. How I wish the smell of home could dispel some chill in my father's eyes. But my father's eyes still failed to wake up from the cold. )

Once upon a time, my father's eyes were full of dreams, joy and happiness. However, with the passage of time, my father's road became narrower and narrower, and the sky became smaller and smaller. Father's eyes full of expectation for his dreams have gradually turned into expectations for his children, which is his last little hope and happiness!

And my stupid daughter is always so cruel, crushing his little dreams again and again, pouring cold water on his eager expectations again and again, and making his once passionate eyes full of helplessness and disappointment again and again!

On weekdays, my father's eyes are calm, but I know that it is my father who hides disappointment under the calm eyes. Behind the calm eyes is a heart that is more flustered than me. He doesn't know how to help his daughter, find the secret code of success for her, and find the power to give wisdom! Find the road to happiness tomorrow!

I know that every time I fail, I will be deeply disappointed in that vision. Disappointment again and again will eventually condense into the ice of despair in your vision today.

My father, how I wish your eyes would wake up from the cold and become more calm and happy. I know only I can melt the ice in my eyes! My success is all your hopes and happiness.

My father, but please believe me, carefully remove those helplessness and despair in your eyes, fill in happiness, fill in hope and fill in happiness. It has always been my wish, and it has always been the direction of your slow daughter's efforts!

My father, give me some time, how I hope that one day I can tell you in another world: don't worry, my daughter is also excellent! At that time, my father, will your oncoming eyes be as warm as the sun? As beautiful as spring? Although the chances of success may be small, please firmly believe that I will always work hard!

Teacher's comment: This is a touching and good article. Let us see a daughter's commitment and efforts to make her father feel proud and happy. In fact, there are many reasons why dad is proud and happy. For example, the author's deep gratitude and return are enough to make his father feel deeply happy. In many compositions, we are moved by this article because many articles only describe how gentle and loving parents' eyes are, or tell a story of growing up under the baptism of parents' eyes. Few students think of what we can do to change parents' eyes. This article tells us that we can't just passively accept our parents' love, nor can we just appreciate their love. We must repay our parents' love. We should not only think about what our parents have given us, but also what we can do for our parents.