What do you want to say to the eyes? Let me do what your eyes want to express

I want to say to my eyes, "Can we stop being short-sighted!" ”

I've been wearing myopic glasses since elementary school, and I've really had enough.

It's really inconvenient to wear glasses, and when your eyes are dirty, your vision will be very blurry.

Wearing glasses for a long time makes my ears and the bridge of my nose feel particularly tired. I really want to put aside my eyes and stop being short-sighted.

In fact, sometimes I want to say thank you very much to the eyes, because only my own eyes, I can see the world clearly, eyes have helped me understand a lot of real things, and let me know a lot of things, so I want to say thank you to the glasses, thanks to you I have such a colorful world.

Hello eyes, thank you for being alive, without you I wouldn't be able to see my beautiful girlfriend and other beautiful things.

There is no way to see the most interesting things with your own eyes, and the most wonderful ** can only be heard with your ears, right, thank you.

Thank you for my eyes, I want to say thank you to my eyes, thank you for the light you brought me, thank you for the scenery you brought me, everything I can see should be thanks to my eyes, because without eyes there is nothing I can see, I will always maintain a grateful attitude towards my eyes to maintain it, take care of it.

It's just that I want to say to my eyes that you have really worked hard for so many years, and following me must make you very tired, because I will read books or play games every day, so you have really worked hard over the years, and if it weren't for you, then I would have become blind, and I hope we can both go on forever.

The eyes are one of the most important organs in the human body, and if I go back to junior high school, I will take good care of my eyes, so that he will not be short-sighted and will not wear glasses. Although I have a little bit of temperament with glasses, and I look handsome, I am too uncomfortable to wear eyes. Probably the happiest time of the day is when you go to bed, because you don't have to wear glasses.

Your mother has told you since you was a child that your eyes are big, and you look very good, and then look at you now, holding your mobile phone every day to look there, your eyes are getting more and more myopia, your eyes are becoming more and more dull, your eyes are dull, and because of staying up late, the dark circles under your eyes are getting heavier and heavier, and the whole person is decadent, can you pay attention to rest from now on, don't hurt your eyes anymore, and say thank you to your eyes, follow a master like me, you are wronged.

We will meet many people in our lives. Some people will become our good friends, some people will become our lovers, and some people will become our colleagues. However, there are some people who will be our eyes, help us see the beauty and light of the world, so that we no longer fear the darkness.

If you let me be your eyes, then I will do my best to let you see every corner of this world and make you feel every beauty of this world. I will take you to see the sunrise and sunset by the sea, take you to appreciate the beauty of the sea of flowers, and take you to feel the magic of nature. I will tell you about the history and culture of each city and take you to explore the food and scenery of each city.

I will take you to see the shadow of the electric guessing stool, listen to **, read a book, and let you feel the beauty brought by each artwork.

When you encounter difficulties and setbacks, I will be by your side to help you find solutions to problems and regain your self-confidence. When you achieve your achievements and successes, I will cheer you and applaud your efforts and dedication.

If you let me be your eyes, then I will do my best to let you see the beauty and light of this world and bring you joy and happiness. So, let me be your eyes, and let me accompany Xun Zhaozhi to see the beauty of this world with you.

The eyes record the passage of time, and the lack of records matches the change of seasons: the leaves from nothing, from green to yellow; Flowers grow from small to large, from blooming to grateful. The eyes recorded the people in a hurry in front of them, and recorded the world in front of them.

So, my eyes tell me that the world is beautiful.

In early spring, a ray of sunshine thaws the river, listen to the gurgling water, it is the river smiling! Look at the vigorous pine and cypress taking off the snow flakes that fell on their bodies and standing up like a warrior.

The first green of spring is not in the flowers, not in the dense forest, but at the feet, in the slightest crevice where the masonry joins the masonry. This is a young shoot, a lonely-looking, pitiful but strong shoot. Maybe it's a touch of fresh green left behind by the Spring Girl, but it doesn't sink there, it still persists in life, and this persistence is not humble at all.

I closed my eyes and began to think, as if I had seen this shoot grow into a towering tree many years later. I leaned over it and listened to its story.

In summer, the promenade in the courtyard is full of wisteria flowers. In the past, wisteria was like a sleeping dragon entrenched here, quiet and monotonous. The beautiful summer elf gives the wisteria a faint purple, which is the cluster of open wisteria flowers, like clusters of sparkling purple grapes hanging from the branches.

It is serene and does not harmonize well with the warm atmosphere of summer. It kept silently staring at the sky, faintly looking at the bees flying in front of it and the sunrise and sunset. I especially appreciate the tranquil and far-reaching state of mind of wisteria, how wonderful it is!

On an autumn afternoon, a slightly melancholy ray of sunlight slanted in through the window in front of my desk, knocking lightly on the tabletop, reminding me to look at the colorful falling flowers outside the window. Sure enough, I opened the window, and a leaf flew into the house with a cool autumn breeze. I held this golden leaf in my hand, and I could see each silk-thin texture clearly.

From the fat in summer to the thin in autumn, if it also has thoughts, will it sigh: Shaohua is fleeting, and youth is no more!

However, looking at the leaves that are reluctant to fall under the tree, I think about it, isn't the new life of the next year the reincarnation of these fallen leaves?

In winter, snowflakes fall one after another, and the sky and earth are white. The sky and the earth were silent at this moment. Flying snow obscures the plant's thirst for life and the traces left by the bird's wings in the sky.

But you see, under the bare trunk of the tree, there is a power that has been stored for a long time, just waiting for the next spring to sing the hymn of life!

So, my eyes told me that the world is beautiful.