At that moment, regret welled up in my heart. 800 words

"That look made me blame myself." Recalling the past is like water drops passing through the lotus leaf. I never left a mark, only the lines on the lotus leaf swirled and rippled in the water. Looking back carefully, those eyes filled me with strength.

My memory stayed in that afternoon, the afternoon when I prayed to God for thousands of times not to come, but it came as scheduled-it was the joint physical education exam!

I stood on the runway trembling, listening carefully to every word the referee said: "Athletes in position, ready, beep". A familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in my ear. I kicked myself repeatedly. Take it easy. In the end, I was a little later than others. I struggled with heavy steps and tried my best to keep pace with my classmates in front, but I was getting farther and farther away from them, and I was facing a period of time. It seems to have magically taken away all my strength. I want to lie on the court and abandon all my beliefs and distractions, but I am used to the runway and move my steps mechanically.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came, it was mom! I want to find my way from Shen Yin. I saw my mother standing outside the stadium. For an instant, my mother and I looked at each other. Those eyes satisfy all the emotions between mother and daughter, including expectation, sadness and love. However, more importantly, he gave me infinite strength. "Run, come on!" My mother has said this sentence many times at ordinary times, but this time I suddenly feel full of strength. I nodded hard and ran forward. In my mind, my mother took me running in the community every night in the month near the physical education entrance examination. He even shed more sweat than I did, just to inspire me and hope that I would have an excellent result in the senior high school entrance examination for physical education.

Encouraged by mother's eyes, this circle seems to run very fast. I looked for my mother's eyes in the crowd again, and they seemed to become more firm and kind. I can't breathe. I don't have the strength to smile at my mother. I just run like a machine. Finally, within the stipulated time, I finished the whole race and sat on the rest platform. I gave my mother a victory gesture, and her eyes became sweeter and more comfortable.

The sunset leaves with the declaration of the sunset, and the night has been hesitant and has not fallen. My mother and I went home hand in hand, leaving a lingering warmth in the last corner of the sunset.

Just like some fireworks we haven't enjoyed and some music we haven't sung, in this world, with light and sound, there is love and mother 16.

The meticulous care and care you have given me over the years have made me more unforgettable those powerful eyes! That look made me stand up. 2 ginger.

Now, in class, I am active; When debating, I am confident and decisive; I have a plan in the competition. But who would have thought that such a confident and generous child was once an introverted and inferior child. What changed me was a look that stung me deeply, but inspired me to rise. ...

I remember it was a competition, and many people signed up. The teacher knew my introverted personality and solid foundation, and specially left a place for me. I couldn't get rid of it, so I went. On the field, I bowed my head to find my place, full of regret, for fear that useless myself would occupy precious places in vain, but I couldn't help sighing when I remembered the teacher's trusting eyes for a while.

Thinking was interrupted by a loud laugh. I looked up, and several classmates gathered at my desk: "You also come to the competition ..." I recognized those people who had good grades on weekdays and were more flamboyant. I didn't look up and went on reading my book.

"No one in our class? Anyone can compete ... "

Although the volume is very low, the word is verbatim in my ear. In an instant, I blushed, looked up and met the provocative eyes of the other party. I can see the expression in each other's eyes. What is that? There is ridicule and disdain. I sat in my seat and felt as if I had been struck by lightning. In my mind, the words I just humiliated sound like rewinding over and over again. I closed my eyes in pain, but the disdainful eyes still shot at me. When the exam bell rang, I opened my eyes and wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes with my hands, and a little anger in my chest burned quietly. Who is worse than who? The next second, I straightened up and finished my paper at one go. I walked past the classmate who went from anxiety to scratching his head.

Many students were shocked when the teacher announced my good grades. The child who is usually unknown turned out to be very powerful. I received the award and looked at a thin piece of paper, which gave me a confidence I had never had before. The fleeting eyes of envy and blessing fell on the surprised person, the person who once laughed at me unscrupulously. I looked at her, and then I smiled, and he lowered his proud head.

Perhaps, if it weren't for that classmate's disdainful eyes, I would still be alive and stick to the rules, but now I have learned to laugh confidently, and I even appreciate the person who stung me. It was his eyes that made me want to change and make me rise.

That look makes me feel warm. How should Wang Lu describe this warmth?

Under the track? Just like aircraft cloud in the sky, it flashed by, leaving a shallow trace. Although it is not easy to detect, it gradually spreads in the vast sky. After all, it is to use the power of silence to quietly penetrate into the heart, and then wait for the day when it is discovered.

-Inscription One winter day, I was alone at the station waiting for the bus to go home.

The weather near the end of the year is not so bleak, but it is still a bit bitterly cold. I wrapped my coat up, but I still felt cold. There is no heating in the carriage, which is a little crowded and makes me a little depressed. MP4

Playing unintelligible songs, I turned around impatiently and saw an old man leading his granddaughter on the bus. Like being touched by a nerve, my heart suddenly trembled. The old man is about 60 years old

Years old, her hair is a little gray, her back is a little camel, but she is still tough, carrying her granddaughter's pink schoolbag in her hand. As soon as the old man got on the bus, someone gave him his seat consciously. He waved and asked his little granddaughter to sit down, while he stood beside her, his eyes full of love. Such a picture is so familiar to me that I can't help but be covered with a layer of fog. I remember many years ago, an old man looked at me with such loving eyes, and his eyes were full of care and love. Time flies, the street that he once led me through has already been rebuilt, and the old man I called grandpa has disappeared, and I can't find that clear vision anymore.

The old man in front gently called his granddaughter's maiden name and motioned her to get off. I watched them walk away unconsciously. The old man squatted outside the car.

Lower body finishing granddaughter some loose buttons, just holding granddaughter's little hand away. I remembered the loving eyes of the old man, and suddenly felt that this small carriage melted into a warmth.

The bus slowly turned a corner, and the station announcer reminded me that it was almost the station. I stood on tiptoe and looked out of the car. Sure enough, I saw a familiar figure stomping on the station. As soon as I jumped out of the car door, I ran quickly to the figure. Dad habitually took my hand and put it in his pocket. The warmth from the palm of your hand quickly spread throughout your body. My eyes are moist. I looked at my father, and the years had already carved traces on his face, but his eyes were still clear, kind and loving. It turns out that that kind of look has never disappeared in my life. I looked back at the bus that was drifting away, and suddenly I felt that it was better than ever.

When I finally have leisure to calm down and reflect on the past, I find that the more ordinary life, the warmer it is. When I was still worried about losing and missing, I suddenly looked back and found that what I had was the beauty that ran through my life.

The warmth my eyes gave me drifted into a river at a certain time without warning. -Postscript That look made me feel ashamed. Song Xinru of Class 1 12 in Senior High School.

I still clearly remember her eyes, warm as spring water and warm as spring breeze, but they made me so ashamed and unforgettable.

She is a special existence in our class-because she has a leg. Whenever, she is the object of our ridicule, as if adding fun to our ordinary life.

Although she has physical defects, she is strong, studious and gentle, and has been praised by teachers. I was so unconvinced at that time. Finally, one day, I found the opportunity to "demonstrate"-

That day, she walked in front of me, limping, and I did Sarah laugh and gently pushed the chair around me forward. The clumsy crutch touched the leg of the chair, and her body suddenly lost its balance. She staggered back a few steps and bumped into the blackboard behind her, and several students around her laughed.

I also laughed with everyone and was complacent about this move. I saw that her clothes were stained with colored chalk dust, so I pursed my lips on purpose: "Look, you were so careless that you ruined the blackboard newspaper." She stood up on crutches, and when she heard this, she quickly turned around. Most of what she hit has been wiped beyond recognition.

She pursed her lips and whispered "I'm sorry …" My smug smile froze instantly. Looking at her in surprise, her bright brown and black eyes were peaceful and moist, full of apologies-yes, sincere apologies.

This look makes me feel worse than swearing. I threw the bystanders out at random. Embarrassed, or embarrassed, I fled home, but I couldn't get rid of that inexplicable discomfort. I suddenly realized that I was ashamed and deeply sorry for her. I didn't realize how much that behavior hurt her until now. It was such a bad joke that she looked at me apologetically. ...

The next day, I ran to school early in the morning, only to find that she arrived early, leaning on a cane, dripping lines of exquisite words from her white and transparent fingertips. Unspeakable remorse wrapped me tightly, and I ran to grab the chalk-"I'm sorry ... please let me do it."

"It doesn't matter." The morning sunshine seems to have soaked her eyes into gold, warm as spring water, warm as spring breeze, still so sincere. Never laugh at others and make bad jokes again. In my heart, there will always be a vision-

It is the existence that I can never face, and it is also the warmest existence; This made me feel guilty and self-reproach, and also washed away the dirt in my heart. That kind of expression makes me feel ashamed, beyond words ... that look makes me strong, Jiang Wan, a freshman (1 1).

Fifteen years old is a year of war. I love to imagine, to fight and to win, but I have already faced the disillusionment of my dream. I dragged my heavy schoolbag in the cold winter wind, and the sunset dragged my shadow for a long time, but it didn't make me want to go home. I came to the bench in the small garden and sat down with my bag in my hand and my head buried deeply.

Buried in a cold, curled-up body

The biting cool wind kept spinning around me, and I was like a kitten abandoned in the dim light. The dim light seems to be a contemptuous look, smiling at my loneliness and helplessness. "Mom, where are you?"

Far away, I saw an anxious figure running towards me. His eyes burst into blazing flames, getting closer and closer. I seem to have been burned by my eyes, and I only feel hot and cold. "Why don't you go home? Want to spend the night outside? " I have never heard her roar like this, like a meteorite cutting through the silent sky. I was so scared that I bounced off the stool like a spring. My eyes were full of tears and I grabbed my mother.

Hand vague shout:

"Mom, I was wrong! I just don't feel good. You are busy with your teaching work all day on weekdays. I don't want to bother you, but I'm really helpless and sad. " With these words, I saw that the anger in my eyes completely disappeared, leaving only some shiny things, a face of love and some apologies.

My mother took my hand, told me to sit down and touched my head with her hand. Soothing eyes fell on me, like a trace of warmth spread all over my body along my blood. I seem to have found what I felt when I was there. Yes, my mother used to look at me with this kind of eyes and hug me into a gentle "harbor" when I was injured.

During the break, I dried my tears and poured out the bitter water in my stomach like a duck to water, but when I finished, my eyes changed into another feeling, which I obviously felt.

That look was so firm and profound that I still can't forget it. "Remember, you have to learn to be strong. No matter what happens, everything will be fine. Just be strong. " This sentence is as simple as that but memorable. I saw a bright moon hanging in the air, and the soft moonlight surrounded us tightly under his aura.

Now I recall the angry eyes, the soothing eyes and the firm eyes, and I will think of the word strong. That night, it was those eyes that taught me to be strong and made me understand that my wings were broken, but there was love to support me. Even without wings, I can fly, because the sky will accept all those who love him, because those who choose to fly are the strong.

It was that look that made me understand that I was strong and I became strong. Even if the war is raging, I will go my own way, because seeing that eye makes my heart higher 10 Xu Pengfei.

Who is the most beautiful in this world? There is only one answer. Who is the most attractive in this world? There is only one answer. Whose eyes and eyes are the most wonderful in this world? There is only one answer, and that is mom.

Looking back, you have blocked the winter and summer of this decade. Ah! Mom, you have worked hard. Recalling the Spring and Autumn Road you accompanied me through, I have nothing to say! You are too great, too kind and too hard!

Remember that night two years ago? We hugged each other tightly and tears filled our eyes. The beautiful scenery presented by your big eyes is really unforgettable!

Here's the thing. As soon as I got home from school that night, I threw away my schoolbag and fell on the bed. I didn't say a word. I buried my head under the bed and shed tears drop by drop. My mother found my abnormality and quickly ran to my side and asked me, "Son, what's wrong with you?" I didn't say anything, but I still lay quietly in bed and hid in the quilt. My mother asked me several times and begged me to stick my head out of the bed. In this way, at my mother's pleading, I sat up and looked at my mother squarely. I saw it, too. My mother's eyes glistened with tears. I didn't say anything to my mother. Until mom asked again,

"What's the matter with you, son?" I began to say to my mother, "mom, I'm sorry." I won the first prize in mathematics. I didn't rely on ordinary bad grades in my math exam tonight. " Over the years, I have lived too tired, I have had enough training, I have lived enough, and I don't want to live! "My mother was shocked and scared. Tears welled up, and she cried and said to me, "Son, you can't do this. You didn't ask me to learn from your father. Besides, your father and I don't care about your grades at all. We only care about your health and your happy growth. If you die, what will your father and I do? We need you. You are my hope and our lifeline! "I was very touched by my mother's words. Looking into my mother's eyes, I saw a lot. The scenery in those eyes is so beautiful that it is rare in the world. That look made me unforgettable, and that look moved me! You know, it is because of that vision that I can have me now! It's that look that makes my heart surge, my blood boil and my heart move. ...

That look touched me, Ding Yingnan, Class 1 and Class 3, Senior 1.

Today is the first day of school. As the summer vacation has just ended, everyone is very excited. Just then, the teacher came in and said to us, "From today on, there is a new member in our class. Everyone applauds! "

I looked at this new classmate carefully: he is short, dark-skinned, and speaks a strong foreign dialect, which seems to be very casual. This is what the teacher said: "Go to the seat in the last row first!" " "

"Bell, bell, bell", as soon as the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom happily and ran to the playground to enjoy themselves. I looked at the watch on the wall and suddenly remembered, "Oh, today is my duty.

I picked up the heavy mop and began to mop the floor.

Because there is a lot of dried oil on the ground, it is very difficult to clean up. It was very hot, and it didn't take long for my clothes to get wet. I was so tired that I fell asleep in my chair.

"Bell, bell, bell", the bell rang. The students seemed to have so much fun that they didn't notice that the ground was still wet. They ran straight to their seats. Some naughty students even skate on the ground.

The whole classroom was in a mess. In order not to let the teacher criticize me for not cleaning the floor carefully, I had to clean the floor again and thought:

"Students, stop wandering around, or my labor will be in vain!"

After thinking about it, the scene that worried me still appeared. The new students just got lost, so they found the position of the class. How I want to yell at him: "Don't come in yet! Let's talk about it when it's done! " , but think about it and swallow it back. But what I didn't expect was that he didn't go in directly, but took out a plastic bag from his pocket, put it on his foot and walked into the classroom carefully. The students present immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at this classmate like me. But that classmate didn't answer anything, just told us with that look: "It doesn't matter, this is what I should do!" " "His eyes are touching and comforting!

It was this look that made me change my view of a person-from disgust to love. Although a look is short-lived, it is entrusted with feelings that cannot be revealed in words. That look, I'll never forget it?

That look makes me confident. Yao Shun, Middle School Class One and Six, 19.

In my impression, my mother's eyes are deep and sharp, as if everything would be seen through by her. Indeed, she sees people quite clearly. Sometimes, she will leak a tired and confused look, coupled with her talkative mouth, which constitutes a typical image of menopausal women She is no longer young, maybe the pressure and right and wrong in life will wear away the enthusiasm and gentleness in her eyes.

But sometimes, I think my mother's eyes are the most beautiful in the world.

That day was my first performance on stage. Although I have made a lot of preparations, it is not easy for a girl who stutters in public to perform confidently and boldly on the stage.

The performance was about to start, but I wanted to give up, but I had no choice but to practice backstage. I vaguely heard the report that the second program had ended from the front desk ... I suddenly forgot the action. What should I do? It's over! Just when I was at a loss, my mobile phone suddenly shook. This is mom's message:

I am with your cousin. I look forward to your performance. Come on! But it didn't ease my nervousness at all. In fact, I don't want them to come, for fear that they will see me make a fool of myself.

Next, it is my program. How time flies! I stumbled and practiced again, and then hesitated on the stage in fear and trembling.

The music started, but I couldn't hear it clearly in the continuous shooting-the packed audience scared me to stay where I was. I made several uncoordinated movements, and finally managed to squeeze out an unnatural smile. I don't know what to do. My eyes are longing for sustenance in the crowd, just like trying to find light and a way out under the cover of endless darkness. Oh, this fear is burning me! At a critical moment, I accidentally bumped into a pair of eyes. She saved me.

When others are waiting for the girls in the stands to joke with suspicion and disdain, these eyes reveal unusual calm and firmness. She seems to believe that the girl will succeed. She seems to believe that she can dance amazing steps. She exudes light and heat, and an indescribable magical force surges in these eyes. For a moment, I think this is the most beautiful sight in the world.

That look touched me completely and filled me with strength and passion, so I stopped shaking and became firm. I began to dance to the music as smoothly as I practiced under the stage.

What is even more touching is how I am willing to let that kind of eyes become disappointing!

I responded to the cheers of the audience and looked for those beautiful eyes in the crowd. I want to thank her. Finally, I looked at her again, and her eyes were gentle and proud. I suddenly feel that she looks familiar.