Essay I can t forget your gaze Please, speed up

I will never forget you, an amorous woman who "has more heart than work, and the sick and weak Xizi wins three points". If I ask you now if you remember the treasure jade who made you shed tears all your life, what would you do?

You are arrogant, you seem to reject everything, even if you love everything in your heart; You are cold, dressed in bright green clothes, slender steps, walking through the gorgeous but cold Grand View Garden, time is stepped on by you leisurely, and you are living like a year; You are sentimental, carrying flower hoes, jacquard bags, and burying petals ...... the same fate as you

And you, in the end, can't escape.

The pull of the wind and the trees, the interdependence of the flowers and the butterflies, is just an inescapable encounter, just like you and Baoyu, a moment of rubbing your body, you are destined to be entangled.

Ever since that figure walked into your heart, there was something more in your eyes. Your heart is on fire, but you are pressed down; Baoyu praises you for the appearance of the city, you are angry, but there are ripples of happiness in your heart, just like your shy eyes are sad and tactful, just like that, looking at Baoyu with blazing eyes, how can it not be pitiful?

I can't forget, I can't forget your fragile eyes.

Hearing that Baoyu was coming, you hurried to the mirror, and you were already captivating the country and the city, but you still pursed your lips and applied rouge. Baoyu knocked on the door, but you didn't open it, insisting on your indifference that others can't crack, but you can't help your growing feelings for Baoyu.

I can't forget, I can't forget your contradictory eyes.

It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they seem to be paid to the broken wells and decayed walls, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the courtyard is happy. "You're self-pitying, you're intoxicated. "Flowing water and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth", you smile bitterly; "The falling flowers and water are red, and there are thousands of sorrows", you cry.

I can't forget, I can't forget your resentful eyes.

You can't escape the tragedy of fate.

You can't afford to be sick, lying on a chair, breathing in the suffocating air of festivity, listening to the harsh **. Without Baoyu, who thinks about it day and night, you can't do it after all. From the mottled tears, you watched the scene of you holding hands with Baoyu Taolin and swearing an alliance, and you actually pulled out a smile of vicissitudes and responded.

I can't forget, I can't forget your eyes that seem to be free.

Once happy, but never lost.

The country and the city are overwhelmed, and there is only one person who wants to dump.

This kid also uses junior high school writing essays, but he can't use it in the college entrance examination.

That beam of eyes is still lying quietly on the window of the heart, and has not left for a long time, but the eyes are still shining, shining on the path of the heart. A gust of wind blew, and it was pitch black all around, and even though that gaze had flown away, I still couldn't forget the fiery red sun.

How many early morning figures, how many sweat-soaked clothes, just for the repetition of that morning, a morning test, and for the eyes that often flashed in the crowd.

In the early morning of the high school entrance examination, we stood outside alone, although it was the height of summer, but the weak clothes fluttered in the morning breeze, but there was a hint of chill.

The teacher came a little late, we children who had never seen the scene, as if they had seen their parents, all screamed, the teacher seemed to hear what we meant, nodded to us with a smile, our hearts also had a sense of satisfaction, there seemed to be a kind of power to encourage us, that eyes swam in us, seeing that we were all refreshed, the teacher also breathed a sigh of relief, and led us forward. Composition.

We were divided into groups, there were only 4 of us, compared to the other 10 people, it seemed to be a little lonely, and the eyes fell on us with concern, we smiled and nodded to the teacher, indicating that we were okay.

I have successfully achieved the first two items, both 10 points, 1000 meters away, I always can't get a perfect score, which also seems to have a psychological impact on me, I hurriedly took a deep breath, when I stepped on the runway, my heart was also much more relaxed. Composition.

With the sound of the gunshot, I began to run on the long road, the eyes fell on me again, at this time, it was noon, the sun greedily confided in the tongue of fire, but that gaze, but it brought me coolness, the sun was still shining, the scorching runway ruthlessly roasted my feet, but that gaze gave me the courage to persevere, sprint, hit the line ......I waved the number one card in my hand, and you cast an approving glance, and I felt a sense of happiness in my heart.

What I can't forget is the encouragement you gave me when I was in trouble; What I can't forget is that I am struggling, and you have cast me expectations; What I can't forget is that when I achieve something, you give me the praise, this gaze will always be remembered on the path of my heart, even if there is no ...... shining by that gaze

The gaze of the elementary school teacher is the most special, and he contains love for you.

Everyone needs to grow up without encouragement, and I have also received encouragement from my elders in my life, and I still remember that time.

That time, my parents took me to the ice rink to learn how to skate, and when I came to the ice rink, I saw that it was crowded with people, and people were skating with all kinds of tricks: some were smooth, some were backwards, and some were sliding with open arms in the wind, how like an eagle flying in the blue sky! It is like a light and flexible petrel, "lightning" quickly swept by, that posture is very beautiful!

I couldn't wait to put on my skates and slowly walk to the rink. I started to slip, and with the help of the railings, I became more and more proficient. However, unexpectedly, when I was triumphant, the soles of my feet slipped and I fell on all fours.

I thought to myself: I'm always wrestling in ice skating, so why don't I learn it! At this moment, my mother seemed to guess my mind and said to me:

Don't rush, take your time, you will inevitably fall when learning to skate, do it again, I believe you will succeed. "After listening to my mother's encouragement, I regained my energy and let go of the railing, but, who knows, just as I let go of the railing and started to slip, I fell again. Mom said:

When skating, the center of gravity is lowered, the person has to squat half-way, and the hands and feet must be coordinated. "I did what my mother told me, and sure enough, I was able to walk a little bit. I continued to practice, and the hard work paid off, and I finally mastered the art of skating:

Just lift one foot slightly and push the other foot down so that you can take turns pedaling and you can slide freely.

Encouragement is a spring breeze; Encouragement is a clear spring, giving people a feeling of comfort; Encouragement is a ray of sunshine that warms our hearts.

The teacher's strictness to us is to hope that we will get good grades; The teacher's concern for us is that they want us to have a good life. The teacher's request to us is that we can achieve our dream ......So I would like to thank you, my dear teacher, for guiding me in my studies; Thank you for your concern for me, and I can still feel the warmth of the past to this day; Thank you for your encouragement to me, and to this day, I will never forget your kindness to me.

Winter sun.

In your first class with us, you asked about the birthday of each student in our class, and at first we didn't know what you were going to do. It turns out that whenever a classmate celebrates his birthday, you will draw some cute patterns on the blackboard, write some blessings, and give some small gifts.

This is how you care about us, and to this day, I can still feel the warmth of the past, like the winter sun warms my heart.

A compass for learning.

In the past, I had a lot of time reading and I didn't remember anything. When I wanted to give up, it was you who told me how to learn Chinese and interesting things about Chinese, which gave me a clue and interest, and gradually I fell in love with Chinese and you as a teacher. Since then, I have never had to worry about language anymore.

The environment and methods are compared with some of the milk of the representatives of the space congress, and the southeast and northwest can not think of that kind of v in v Fujian Province science and technology workers do not have time to get off work, do you want to do not want to want to do you want to be unnaturally sweet, waiting for you here, held here.

Time has passed like flowing water, dear Mr. Ma, I have infinite attachment to you, how many things do I want to say to you!

I remember when I first went to elementary school, I was very timid, once in class, you raised a question, the classmates all competed to raise their hands, I also wanted to raise my hands, but I didn't dare, I had to lower my head, and kept reading "Teacher Ma, don't call me, don't call me", but you still called me, at that time the eyes of the classmates fell on me, I panicked, my face was red, my head never dared to raise up, stammered, and I didn't dare to ask the question, and the voice was so small that almost only I could feel it, My classmates laughed, my head was lowered, my face was redder, my heart was beating harder, I simply closed my mouth, I didn't dare to ask the teacher's question, with the pounding heartbeat, I was afraid that you would be angry at me, but I didn't expect that you not only didn't blame me, but said to me kindly, "You don't have to be afraid, in fact, you still behave very well." You looked at me with encouraging eyes, at this time, a wave of heat spread through my body, I slowly raised my head, just in time to see your affectionate eyes, let me understand something again and again, in the future study, I fluently read the teacher's questions.

Whenever I have a question, I think of you, your words will echo around me, and your smiling eyes will appear in front of my eyes again, which gives me courage and confidence, and it is your motherly care and encouragement that has made me from an ignorant child to a qualified primary school student.

I really want to say to you out loud: "Dear Teacher Ma, I really can't forget you".

Ringing, bringing the first rays of sunshine in the morning dew.

The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher's gaze. The teacher's gaze is the first cuckoo song in the spring breeze, the red, fat, green and thin lotus pond in summer, the fading geese in the autumn sky, and the fragrance quietly blooming in the winter snow. The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher's gaze.

With his selflessness and broadness, he washes my narrow and vulgar temperament in the tenderness of moisturizing things. I staggered in your expectant gaze.

On the thorny mountain road, I saw your gaze, the mountain road is crooked, the heavy footprints have already bent your spine, you locked your eyes on the windy grass on the mountain cliff, telling me that the infinite scenery is in the distance. In the long night, I groped in the dark night with endless loneliness and confusion, and it was your gaze that sent me into the dawn. At this moment, the world always becomes so clear, and even the heart has become a silent clear pool, smiling and listening to the beauty of the morning.

High in the blue sky, I hear your gaze talking, gently fluttering around my wings. I use my high-flying back to approach the blue in your eyes, and life has gained the aura of years in the rising with the wind.

On the vast sea, your gaze is a gust of wind that fills my sails, carrying me like an arrow from a string to the distant shore. Under the colorful neon lights, get lost. It is your gaze that takes me through the hustle and bustle of the four seasons to a never-fading attachment.

In your gaze that has been staring for a long time, that incomparable cordiality and pride are singing in your heart.

The teacher's gaze is the iron plough that clears the wasteland, silently cultivating a dark fertile soil and sowing the seeds of civilization.

The teacher's gaze is on the small bridge, one end of the bridge is connected to reality, and the other end is connected to hopes and dreams. The teacher's gaze is the string on the kite, no matter how far and high you fly, the roots of life are always tied to the earth. The teacher's gaze is the beating candlelight, illuminating the confusion in life and illuminating the direction you are heading.

The teacher's gaze is the most mellow wine, the most beautiful and beautiful poem, and the most true and true dream. Yes! Unforgettable teacher's.