The end of the essay about the unforgettable eyes is urgent

I have seen many pairs of eyes, but only these ——— eyes of the teacher, I will never forget, never forget, never forget ......

When I looked up, I saw my father's eyes, which were bloodshot, but as pure and gentle as water. My heart felt like it had been touched by electricity. Quietly returned to the room, thinking, when did those eyes climb up with dense bloodshots?

Since moving, Dad has been sleeping less and less. He was busy with business all day long, and he couldn't spare a moment to replenish his sleep and let his eyes rest well. Sometimes he would look downstairs at the shop, sit and sit and look at the crowd walking back and forth in front of the door, and his eyelids would start to fight.

My heart is like an overturned cruet, mixed with multiple tastes, is it sad? Is it exciting? Or is it shame?

This mixed feeling enveloped me like a big net. I suddenly realized that my father was working too hard! And I am so ignorant, from time to time I have to play with children's temper, talk back to them, and think of them for nagging, in fact, they didn't say much, and they didn't imprison me anything.

It's just that I'm too headstrong and never think about how my parents feel......

How many bloodshot lines were carved in those eyes? I'm so worried about him! Bursts of bitterness welled up in my heart. On that night, thinking back to those bloodshot eyes, I fell asleep with mixed feelings ......

Hope it helps. Kneel and beg.

Write about your father's eyes, the eyes of reluctance when you send you to school, the hard-earned but reluctant to eat, the happy eyes when you eat,,, play by yourself, think about it.

I still remember one time I went into the mountains, which was one of the poor areas, there were no ornate houses, no lights and running water, only dilapidated wooden houses and an ancient well for the whole village to drink. In a simple house, the faint light shines into the window, falling on the half-damaged desk, several children are carefully looking at the books in their hands, carefully holding them in the palms, when they find out that we have sent the books, their eyes show a joyful light, watching them cheer and take the books home, my eyes are moist, on the way back, they came to see them off, they are full of vigor one by one, their eyes are full of longing and hope, a child came up to me and asked, brother, will you still send books to us? Can you tell me when you guys will come next?

His eyes were fixed on me, I had never met such a pair of eyes, which were full of longing and expectation, and it was such a childish and innocent child, because of the desire to change fate, I read from it that I was upward and strong, on the way back, my heart was like hanging on half of the wall, these lovely children, and his expectant eyes, have been in my mind.

The short winter vacation life is fleeting. Looking back on the winter vacation life, happiness is natural, but what makes me more memorable is not those happy things, but what happened on that day.

On this day on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, our family stayed at home after our family left. When I got up in the morning, my mother was busy cleaning up the house, and my father was also washing the pots and dishes. What about me?

Seeing the busy figures of the two of them, I thought that I couldn't be idle. So I ran from the bedroom to the living room, from the living room to the study, hoping to discover something to do. Dad seemed to read my thoughts, and said, "

Daughter, are you looking for something to do? Shall we change some water for the fish? "Okay!

When I heard my dad say that, I remembered my beloved fish.

I carefully carried the fish tank into the bathroom and gently flipped the fish tank to drain the water. Seeing the cute appearance of the fish struggling due to lack of water, I couldn't wait to turn on the faucet. After a few "bangs", the water in the fish tank was full.

Looking at the elves in the tank, I thought: fish, with clean water, you will be more energetic than before. But who knows, the fish that changed the water were not as energetic as I thought, they all lay there motionless with their bellies turned upside down.

I thought they were overwhelmed by the powerful water and wanted to rest for a while! So I gently tapped the walls of the cylinder with my hand to try to wake them up. But no matter how much I knock, they ignore me.

What's going on here? I hurriedly called my father: "Dad, come and see, the fish is falling asleep with its belly turned up!"

Dad came over and laughed: "Silly boy, the fish is not asleep, but dead." "What?

He's dead? How can it be? It was fine just now.

I didn't believe it, so I reached out and touched them with my hand. But as soon as I put my hand into the water, I was shocked: the water I had just changed for the fish was hot water that had been put down from the sun.

When I saw my beloved fish scalded to death, I cried sadly. Dad quipped, "What?

I'm so anxious to eat fish! Listening to my father's words, I burst into tears and laughed. Hey, it seems that you have to be careful in the future!

On this day, due to his carelessness, his beloved fish died in Huangquan, which is really unforgettable!

At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know how to remember a certain road, a certain street, or a certain place.

It was my second day of school. The first day of school alone.

Dad said, today you are going to school by yourself. I groaned, picked up my bag, walked out of the house, and walked out of the street.

There were a lot of cars, a lot of dust, and a lot of people on the road, one by one, whistling by like the wind. I counted the buildings, looked at the straight road, and thought that the school was in front of me, and I just had to walk to the end of the road and I could see the school.

But after walking for a long, long time, I was very tired and in a hurry, but the school didn't even show a shadow.

What about schools? I asked myself, and then stood on the side of the road and stare back in my mind recalling the direction of the school, when suddenly my mind went blank and there was nothing but panic. Finally, I crouched on the side of the road and burst into tears.

Many colors of shoes passed by, but none of them stopped. I cried so much that I felt like a poor child, a child that no one wanted, thinking that the teachers at school would punish me for being late, that my father would punish me with a leash for being late, that my peers would jump and laugh at me. The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and the more sad I cried, the happier I became.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a gentle voice floated into my ears, little girl, why are you crying, come, and talk to Auntie.

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a pair of open hands reach out to me.

I stopped crying, looked up at the person in front of me at some point, and sobbed and said, "I can't find a school."

Auntie asked: Where is your school?

I don't know, it seems to be right here, there was one yesterday, and today I can't see it.

Auntie looked at me and smiled, she looked around, thought about it, and said: Little girl, come, Auntie will take you there.

I hummed, took my aunt's hand, and slowly followed her.

Later, later, I found the school, but I also lost my aunt. My aunt is very warm to me, and the smiling crooked eyes I see when I look up, full of caring warmth.

Later, when I grew up, I was no longer a child who squatted on the side of the road and secretly shed tears because I got lost, but every time I walked through the streets, I would always think of the aunt who wiped the tears from my face and took my hand to school.

I will always remember her warm hands and eyes full of love.