Confession of the Eyes Essay 600 Words Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Confession of the eye.

Removing my glasses allowed me to recuperate in the hazy world. I had not rested for a long time, and out of curiosity of my master, I had to stare at the computer screen for a long time. When I finally got tired and numb my limbs and cried helplessly, the master was finally moved by me.

He got up and left the computer room and sang folk songs along the corridor, I was much more comfortable in the dark night, so I happily cheered up to watch the road for the master, afraid that he would be tripped over a banana peel in the middle of singing because he was too fanatical about **. For some reason, the owner suddenly laughed and ran downstairs at a speed of several tens of miles. He got on his dark bike, and the more he sang, the more he sang, the more merry he became, and I hated the wind that came in front of me, and was full of little gravel and flying insects—damn it!

I'm going to have to fight again! The car was racing faster and faster, and I finally put away my mind in a flurry of tossing, but fortunately, he was in the dormitory.

I was in agony, and the host seemed to want to see a few handsome guys and beauties and put on his glasses again. When I stared at these two glasses that were not very thick, although the work was more efficient, the physical energy consumed was dozens of times proportional. The owner went around the dormitory a few times, chattered with his friends - back to the dormitory!

At this point, I wish he had washed his feet immediately, then immediately closed his eyelids (my quilt) and lay down to sleep, so that I could rest happily. Damn it, he just washed his face, massaged me a little, and fought again - I was so scared that I cried again! The owner scolded angrily, helplessly helped me close the quilt, picked up the guitar next to me and played it violently.

Hehe, I'm secretly glad that I cried out, otherwise I would have to suffer again, I ordered a song in my heart, and I liked the master to play "Dream Wedding" the most, God bless! The master really played this song, hehe, the master understands my feelings, and he will not treat me badly at this time. I know it's 23:25 p.m.

The owner woke me up again, and I saw him put his guitar down and write in the dim light of the toilet. . . . Blood poured on my head, and the master wrote with a red pen on the desolate paper: Take care of your eyes!

That night, I slept peacefully with my master, and I slept more heavily than ever. Although I know tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow and I will always be busy, but I like it. Because I am the treasure of my master's heart, "Sissy, little star in the sky, whose treasure are you?"

You're mine! Hurry up and go to sleep... Let's sing it together

Twinkle and twinkle, you are my little star...

Hello, sixth grade students of Changchun No. 1 Experimental Primary School! Hah, me too.