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Write a narrative, you can write that you like someone but he doesn't like you, that kind of look is far away enough.
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"Like a drizzle of rain falling down on my heart, it feels so mysterious that I don't look up at you, and you don't show ......”
It was a sharp eye.
Morning reading. With your hands behind your back, like a tall poplar tree, you stand on the podium and silently watch us energetic children. I don't know, what exactly are you looking at?
Is it our temperament? Is it our face? Or, our future?
I have observed you many times under the cover of books, and no matter where I am, I can't seem to escape your sharp eyes behind the tea-colored lenses. Like Lev? Tolstoy's eyes don't miss any detail.
It was expectant eyes.
Classroom. You are like an iron man who never gets tired, always standing in front of us in high spirits. You smiled as you glanced at us under the podium.
You expect the class to be more active and interactive. You look forward to our ability to speak more and more, you expect the students who don't raise their hands to raise their hands, and the students who raise their hands to raise their hands more. Therefore, you always keep your bright eyes open in class and look forward to what you are expecting.
It was a mother's eye.
Siesta. You looked tenderly at our sleeping children without the slightest hint of sleepiness. Am I dazzled?
You smile at the corners of your mouth. If I'm not mistaken, it's because of us, right? There is a motherly glint in your eyes.
At this time, do you think of your distant daughter because of us? I think you must be the gentlest mother in the world.
It is said that the eyes of Chinese teachers are the most beautiful, especially women. It was a pair of eyes full of aura, it was eyes that shimmered with light, it was eyes that could see the world. Although it is not as good as Tolstoy's "eyes that hide 100 eyeballs", it is not inferior.
That's the look in my homeroom teacher, Mr. He.
Although speechless and hard to forget, it was your eyes, bright and beautiful......”
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At that moment, tears rolled down our fingertips and we turned our backs.
Inscription. My dear girlfriend, after being away for so long, do you miss me?
Since the last time you left without a sound, my heart is really sad to the extreme, I thought I was no longer your most confidant, but I still can't help thinking about you, I hope you will miss me too.
You're gone, I think you must have your reasons, but I'm afraid I'll be sad to tell me in advance, that's why you chose to leave like this, right?
Since you left, my thoughts about you have been like a meandering stream, not easy to be found, but not over.
I have been separated from you for so long, until that time, when I heard Belle tell me that she met you, and you kept asking her about me, I was really happy, so happy. Since then, I have been thinking about you even more uncontrollably.
After school that day, I was bored walking on the road from school alone, and I saw that there was a vague shadow of you in front of me, and I ran over, but you were like a cloud in the sky, and I couldn't catch up with it, I was so anxious that I yelled, you turned my head, and I saw your distant eyes, and I knew that the eyes must be surprised, happy, and happy, because I was like this at that time.
You ran towards me, and I saw tears on your face, and we smiled at each other, and in turn gave each other an affectionate hug, confiding in each other how much we missed each other. After a long time, I told you I was going home, and you stood there and watched me leave. I don't know how long I walked, but when I looked back, you were still standing there staring at me, and I knew that your eyes must have been sad, hesitant, and reluctant at that time, because I was the same at that time.
Afterwards, I often dream of you in my dreams, dreaming of your distant eyes, and after waking up, the pillow towel will always be soaked.
Dear girlfriend, you must be thinking about me right now, because so am I now.
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