I have confirmed my eyes to write a composition on the topic.

1. Please write a paragraph titled "Confirmed your eyes, you are the bravest person". My favorite person is my brave grandmother. Whenever I encounter difficulties, grandma's smiling face will appear in my mind. In my heart, grandma is the strongest person in the world, and everyone who knows her respects her strong perseverance.

If you ask me who is the bravest person in the world, I will tell you without hesitation, and that is my grandmother. My grandmother is a very brave and determined person. Her brave spirit always gives me strength when I meet difficulties.

Although grandma is over seventy, her hair is still very black, but some dirty eyes are far less bright than ours. My mother said that my grandmother's nose is beautiful, her lips are pale, like two dying petals, with a touch of luster. Because grandma suffered from anemia six years ago, her face has been very yellow and thin. When she smiles, her wrinkled face will gather together like a vine, just like a beautiful grape trellis.

One day, my grandmother trudged through her life. She fell asleep peacefully and never opened her eyes again. Looking at grandma's portrait, we are very painful. Grandma's life is bumpy.

I remember when my father was seven years old, my grandfather died, the whole family collapsed, no one supported me, and my strong grandmother was disheartened. She once lost the courage to live, even for days and nights without eating or sleeping. However, when she saw several underage children in front of her, she stood up strongly. This is my lovely grandmother. She's great, dear grandma. Have a nice trip.

No matter how many people there are, I will always remember the bravest person in the world, my dearest grandmother and this strong old man.

2. Write a composition with eyes as the topic. The topic is self-drawn. A person's eyes are not only the window to the soul, but also the symbol of a person's personality.

Gentle eyes, strong eyes, legendary eyes ... but her eyes are unique, with some light hidden in deep colors, some liveliness in elegance and some fortitude in gentleness. Maybe that's why I like her. Her name is Dai Xiaoqing. She said her name means getting up early in the morning means sunny day.

By chance, we met. It seems that she and I came to this world because of this fate, and we are destined to get to know each other. It was a sunny afternoon, and the sunshine was particularly dazzling on the glass window. I read in the library by this bright sunshine, perhaps because I am going to start school. The library is very lively.

I sat in the window seat and began to read. Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar footstep came to me, and I looked up. It looks like a girl about my age. She is a sunny girl, full of energy, but her eyes make me pay all my attention to her. She doesn't seem to know that I'm looking at her.

"May I sit here?" The girl asked, I came to my senses. "yes." I saw that she touched the seat beside her and sat down gently.

I was dumbfounded when she opened the book she borrowed. It turned out to be a textbook written in Braille. "You are ..." I dare not say any more, because I am afraid of hurting her young heart.

"I am blind." The girl smiled and said to me.

Blind man, I can't believe it. How is it possible for a girl with sunshine and bright eyes? "Do you like sunshine?" I don't know why I ask this stupid question. The girl seemed very interested in this topic and said in a sweet voice, "Yes, I like sunshine very much, but I can't see what it looks like." My mother told me that sunlight is the most beautiful thing in the world. When it shines on the earth, the world will be full of hope and love. "

I appreciate her poetic writing. Yes, how beautiful the sunshine is.

"What's your name? I think I can be your best friend. " I said.

"My name is Dai Xiaoqing, which means it's sunny to get up early. What about you? My good friend? " I'm curious to hear that. Why is there a person whose name is very similar to mine in the world? "My name is Chen Ying, which means promising the morning sunshine." "Chen Ying, I like this name. It seems that our anti-corrosion is a child born in the sun. "

Xiaoqing said. "Yes!" I answered with a smile.

"Xiaoqing, we are good friends, let me be your eyes. 1 "Xiaoqing smiled brightly, and the sun shone on both of us. At this moment, I found that Xiaoqing's eyes seemed to have changed, full of color and radiant with hope. From then on, Xiaoqing became my best friend, and she also regarded me as a bosom friend. We never taught each other gauze again.

In this way, we have fulfilled our commitment to sunshine and created a rosy life. Xiaoqing's eyes also linger in my heart.

-eyes are the windows of the soul; The eye is one of the most secret windows in that light. This may be sunshine, full of longing and fantasy; Perhaps the light that can penetrate people's hearts is only hatred and boredom.

Stepping on this lonely and indifferent road, I feel a chill. The trees on both sides of the road are as silent as the terracotta warriors and horses for thousands of years, and seem to laugh at my meaningless behavior.

Perhaps, this is just a relief and a little psychological comfort. On this road, I walked around, I don't know how many heavy footprints I left.

Many people don't understand my approach. However, what I want to say is that I am just looking back at the original scene and savoring it! On that bright night, when I first walked along this tree-lined path, I met her.

This is the first time she appeared in front of my eyes: wearing a white long-sleeved dress, fair skin and long black hair, just like Chang 'e in the moon palace. Especially those big eyes, empty and clear, shoot intoxicating eyes.

Even if it was only a short moment, it left an indelible impression in my heart. Let me be at a loss, I don't know how to face the reality.

Since then, I have never met such beautiful, moving and intoxicating eyes. I can't find a way to taste this feeling.

Maybe it's just to find that special feeling that keeps me on this road full of good memories. Just to find that special feeling, just to experience the happiness at that moment, just to keep that beautiful memory! That look is not light, but bright and warm sunshine.

It makes my dark, lonely and lost heart bright, cheerful and surging. It gives me strength and makes me reborn! -At one time, a coronavirus called SARS gradually spread around the world. China is the hardest hit area, with nearly 6,000 people affected.

This virus is very different from smallpox virus and AIDS virus in the early19th century. It can't be prevented by air transmission! At that time, people were "armed to the teeth" when they went out, for fear that SARS had anything to do with themselves, so people shook hands and bowed, greeted each other and changed their eyes. Don't have a headache or fever in this extraordinary period.

As long as you get sick and your immunity drops, the virus will "come uninvited." Hey! The road to go is very narrow! It happened that that's when I started to get hot.

And the symptoms seem to be close to SARS. What shall we do? After a night of anxious observation by my parents, I was sent to the hospital.

I walked into the fever clinic with my head down that day. Looking up, I saw a group of angels in white "floating around" by my side. This place is like heaven, with a group of lovely, conscientious people who really serve the people. They saw me come in and gave me a look, which contained questions about me.

I sat down uneasily and observed this lovely group of people. They wear three layers of isolation suits, covered with thick and strong clothes.

Wearing a two-layer mask on the mouth, there is a pair of thick and big eye patches on the bridge of the nose, and the lenses of the eye patches are still stained with water vapor! It seems that they have been calling for 24 hours. Through the lens, their eyes show fatigue, but they are still full of energy.

3. Write a composition on the topic of eyes and light the fire of "eyes"

Eyes are not eternal for everyone, because death is with you as soon as you are born, and every moment of life is dying, so we can only seize every moment of life. Horace told us: "imagine every day that this is your last day, and tomorrow you don't expect will be more pleasant." This sentence is to let us cherish life and appreciate every day in life.

As everyone knows, life is disabled. Microscopically, life is short, only sixty or seventy years old, at most one hundred years old. If anything happens in the middle, I'm afraid I won't live that long. However, how many people really live for themselves? How many people have really found themselves? How many brains have you racked to climb up? How hard does it take to make big money? In fact, it is not so much that you earn a lot of money as that you are earned by money, because money takes away your youth, time, physical strength and life. Only one life is the most precious wealth in life. Life is the most precious wealth in the world, because all wealth can be recovered, only life is only once; But many people would rather exchange it for those so-called wealth, but spend their whole lives on fame, power or money savings. When they died, they were so regretful: "I just used my life, but I never cherished my life and enjoyed it."

It's good to be alive! However, people cannot live forever. From the day of birth, life begins to die, and it begins to struggle with death. So it's really not easy to live.

In fact, we often don't know how much weight life can bear and how hard life is. We are more aware of the fragility of life. Failure in exams, frustration in promotion, discord in neighborhoods, family conflicts, empathy of lovers, quarrels between children and brothers, etc. Even a lot of trivial things that can't lift chopsticks make people lose their rationality and lead to life crisis: suicide or murder. Therefore, after summing up life in various forms, many profound philosophers lamented how fragile life is. There is a proverb in ancient boatmen, "Hell is under the planking." Just separated by a board, life and death, we can know that the fragility of life will suffer disasters anytime and anywhere. With this awareness, we will have "now is the last moment of life" in our hearts, and we will not panic no matter what happens.

Step 4 use loving eyes

Everyone has his own mother, maternal love is a wave of clear water, and I am rowing my own boat in the reflection of love, which is infinite. But sometimes she will become blustery, because I am too headstrong and deviate from the channel.

My mother is very strict with me. She doesn't like other parents' preference for children, and she won't say anything "sweet" or "baby" verbally. When I accidentally hurt myself, my mother would "Oh!" "Then two times, or" It's already knocked. What's the use of crying? Shut up! " "At first, I only felt wronged. Later, I learned that my mother's words had ulterior motives. "Where you fall, you have to get up." Who will really help us when mom is away?

My mother took me to learn my specialty since I was a child. I remember my mother took me to learn calligraphy by bike in winter, which was the coldest day of the year-January cold. The cold wind is biting, the snow is falling, and snowflakes fall from the sky like goose feathers, making people's already cold hearts seem to be frozen. My mother's hand holding the handlebar turned white with cold, and she was shivering all over. But after my mother's "tall" figure, I didn't notice this at all. All I can hear is the harsh howling of the northwest wind. I just want to get to the teacher's house to get warm. I want my mother to push hard. My mother seemed to understand my mind and tried her best to ride fast, but the uphill ahead blocked the way forward. Bang, the car fell down, even the people and the car fell heavily, and I fell, too. Despite the pain, my mother took a look at me first, and her loving eyes suddenly stopped my crying. I remember when I was a child, I caught a bad cold. In the dim light, I saw my mother concentrate on wiping wine for me, and her eyes were full of such loving eyes. Those loving eyes! Always looking at me silently.

Mom loves me, and I love her. I am growing up and my mother is getting old. Her long black hair has obviously turned silver. I can't let her hair down. I took my lucky money to the barber shop and bought a beautiful hairpin for my mother. This clip is two beautiful butterflies, one big and one small, one old and one young, which is simply a portrayal of my mother and me. I practice flying under her big wings; She is slowly losing weight and teaching me to be strong. When I helped my mother put on the hairpin, I saw her loving eyes again. I suddenly understood: a mother's love is that kind of reluctance, that kind of kindness. Motherly love has no boundaries, and loving someone does not ask for anything in return. I love my mother, and my mother loves me more.

5. "mom's eyes"

My mother is a housewife. Her eyes are sometimes gentle and sometimes "fierce".

Once, I got 85 points in math, and I couldn't explain it to my mother, so I said, "Mom, I ... I got 85 points in math." Mother suddenly frowned and said, "What's the matter? Didn't I tell you that you have to get more than 95 points to pass! " I said cautiously, "Mom, I know I was wrong. Can you …" "No!" "I know that there is no room for discussion, so I have to go back to my room with a sad face.

Another time, I got 98 points in the Chinese exam. I wanted to hide it from my mother, so I lowered my head: "Mom, I …" But somehow, my face just wouldn't listen and secretly smiled. As soon as my mother saw me smile, she understood. Say, "What, are you trying to hide it from me?" I proudly said loudly, "Mom, I got 98 points in the Chinese exam today!" " Mother listened, radiant and beautiful as a peach blossom, and said, "well, mother will send you a gift then!" "What, a gift?" I was ecstatic and filled with joy.

The next day, my mother really gave me a white plush toy dog. To this day, I like it very much

At this time, I understood the truth that "the eyes are the windows to the soul".

My mother's eyes are not beautiful, but I love my mother's eyes because they make me understand right and wrong. Do you like mom's eyes?

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Let me write a composition with honest eyes. I will never forget those eyes. Sorrow is mixed with surprise, loss with confusion, doubt with doubt, helplessness with tears.

On the afternoon of the weekend, the sun shone on the floor through the window, and a string of small rainbows were faintly seen in red, yellow and purple. After the lonely rain, the air is particularly fresh and the streets are particularly quiet, only some unknown birds are heard. A girl's voice full of milk broke the silence: "Zhu Xiaowen, come down and play." I remember, once, someone called me so innocently, standing downstairs, smiling. ...

"Yan Jinxi, come down and play!" "Ok, you wait for me." This is the way of continuous dialogue between the two of us. I don't know whether I have called it dozens or hundreds of times, but I will never be tired. Until the fifth grade, I fell in love with staying at home. Every time she came to visit me, it was not like before. ...

One day in the fifth grade, the weather was particularly sunny, and the sun was industrious and kept hanging in the sky. Through the green bamboo leaves, the sun shines on the computer, which makes my eyes a little hard to open. I have been playing for 2 hours. I had a stretch and then slowly turned off the computer.

Walking slowly to the living room, the phone rang with tacit understanding. I rushed over and grabbed it. After a pause, the man over there said, "Come out to play?" So it's her. I was silent for a long time, thinking, I have to change clothes, which is very troublesome. Besides, I have to play the fast girl, alas. ...

After thinking and thinking, I still couldn't overcome the temptation of TV, so I casually said, "I won't go, my homework hasn't been finished yet." "Oh ..." She said softly, but I heard her disappointment.

In the afternoon, my parents came back to tell me that they met him today and asked, "Are you going to play with Yan?" She said I didn't finish my homework, and my parents said, "I finished it on Saturday."

That night, I was standing downstairs in her house, and she gave me a look with incredible sadness, confusion, disbelief, helplessness and tears. ...

I'll never forget that look. I learned a lot that night. ...