You are the most beautiful composition in my eyes. 1 It is a remote and backward mountainous area, where there is an extremely harsh living environment, where there are a pair of eyes eager for knowledge, and there are even more beautiful teachers who are willing to be lonely and spend a wonderful childhood with their children!
Looking at those touching pictures, I was in tears. What impressed me deeply was Mr. Ma Fuxing: he held up the children's dreams with a broken arm, he explained what is strong with indomitable will, he taught the children what is persistence with the sweat spilled on the platform, he told them what is love with the most unpretentious emotions, and he declared the oath of "being a teacher" with the most beautiful gesture!
Remember that steep cliff? Remember that swift river? Remember the figure in the flying sand and stones? Remember the human wall built for children in the snow? They are a team to escort students home, and the captain is teacher Ali Fuxia. They are an important link between children and their relatives. They are the guarantee of children's enrollment and knowledge. They are gods walking on the Pamirs!
After reading it in the class, the students were silent and filled with emotion, and wrote a heartfelt review; After watching it with the teachers in the auditorium, we had silence and discussion, but I know that everyone has uncontrollable emotions in their hearts. I have heard many teachers say that they are gods, omnipotent gods! They are not gods, they are real people. They found a way to knowledge and children's hearts by relying on a belief, their love for work and their love for children.
In that secluded place, it was these teachers who brought them spiritual appetite, a full and happy childhood, the beauty beyond the mountains that these teachers made them understand, and their desire to get out of the mountains.
These teachers lead the children's innocent hearts with youth, water the seedlings in remote areas with enthusiasm, and draw our eyes with the most beautiful figures. These teachers are role models for us to learn from. As a teacher, how to face their own students is a problem worth pondering. The most beautiful teacher in my heart, I hope you get better and better!
In my eyes, you are the most beautiful. 2 "You are the most beautiful in my eyes, and every care makes me intoxicated." I want to give this sentence to Mr. Su. She is the life teacher of the boys in our class. Every time I look at her, I can see that kindness in my eyes and expression.
There may be many beautiful things in your eyes: beautiful scenery, helpful classmates, dedicated police uncles and so on. Teacher Su is the most beautiful in my eyes.
She is really conscientious and has never been angry with us. She always speaks kindly. Take the time when Li Hao had a fever. Li Hao has a fever, over 38 degrees. He happened to be in the dormitory at that time. When Teacher Su saw it, she immediately became anxious. He immediately asked someone to help him to the infirmary. After we came back, we also told tian teacher about it. Tian teacher asked him to drink water, and asked Teacher Su to remind Li Hao to take medicine and drink water. Teacher Su is really obsessed with reminding me from time to time. After two days, Li Hao finally recovered, but the fever lasted for a long time. One night, Li Hao had a high fever. Teacher Su called the teacher overnight and asked Li Hao to go home. Even so, he kept asking me how Li Hao was, whether he was back or not, and whether his fever had gone down. In my opinion, Miss Su is really a conscientious and good teacher!
Teacher Su always treats us kindly and never scolds us angrily, which makes us feel so approachable. Treat us, and never communicate with us and discuss together, which makes us feel close.
Last semester, the teacher was making pictures and guessing idioms with his mobile phone. When the teacher woke me up, he also discussed with me what idioms pictures were. I can't remember. The teacher asked someone else and discussed it together. We are also very happy. When I went out to get my shoes, I saw the teacher discussing with someone at 503. At this time, Zhao said to him, "Teacher, this is really a dilemma." When the teacher presses it, it's done right. The teacher gave a thumbs-up and praised Zhao for being great. At this time, Zhao is still full of pride.
Teacher Su, you are the most beautiful in my heart. You are really great.
In my eyes, you are the most beautiful. There are countless beautiful people in this world: stars, internet celebrities, actors ... they are all angels, which make us happy. But in my mind, the most beautiful thing is not them, but our head teacher-tian teacher.
Tian teacher took over our class in the fifth grade, and now we are both in the second half of the sixth grade and will graduate soon. I still remember when the teacher just picked us up, although our class one always won the first place, our class was undisciplined, disunited and unhealthy. Girls are stingy and curious. Boys fight and pass the buck. The teacher was surprised when she first took over our class. Because in the eyes of others, our Class One is a good class, but only when we are in charge will we know that our good grades are just the strict management of the teachers. If the teacher is not strict, our class will be in a mess and there will be no leader.
Tian teacher took great pains to make our class a really good one. My voice is hoarse and I feel uncomfortable ... in the eyes of the teacher, those are small things, and we are the important ones.
In order to keep the habit of recording what happens every day, tian teacher asked us to keep a micro-diary every day. Sometimes we are lazy, lazy. The teacher will criticize us and strictly grasp it. In this way, from the fifth grade to now, we have developed the habit of coming back after dinner every day to write a micro-diary. In our eyes, this matter has become an unavoidable routine.
Tian teacher didn't know that we should only learn from books, but also expand for us.
Tian teacher was very tired during the holiday. But for the sake of our class, tian teacher insisted on giving us online classes. Every time tian teacher will carefully prepare every courseware. Tian teacher launched the Four Great Classical Novels for us, taught us popular science knowledge and told us news. We listen with relish every time.
Finally, with the efforts of tian teacher, our class has finally become a really good class.
Tian teacher is not a great person, but her spirit of "the silkworm dies, and the candle burns out at night" touched me and made me admire her. Tian teacher doesn't look like an angel but a star.
But in my heart, tian teacher's kind face is the most beautiful. More beautiful than Qian Qian's face in the world.
In my eyes, you are the most beautiful. I'm very happy with you, father. You are like a stone ladder, silently supporting my every step. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful!
Do you remember, father? You, who never "touched Yang with your finger", silently took charge of my diet, gave up my sleeping time, gave up your favorite martial arts wind, cleaned up pots and pans and accompanied the kitchen after I went to junior high school. From the initial inexperience to the later perfection, you just made a little effort to keep up with my nutrition. Every time I look at your satisfied smile, I feel happy in my heart, like a budding seed, sweet and warm that I can't hide. Glad to have you, father! Your own cooking, the delicious food full of love and your bright smile are the most beautiful scenery in my eyes!
Do you remember, father? I have a crown that I like very much. I wear it every day, but it was accidentally broken by a child at school. I was so angry that I cried and clamored for the same crown. The next day, the crown that was broken the day before was put on the table, as good as new. I shouted with joy, but I ignored the smile on your mouth and the faint blue color of your eyes. You stayed up late to make up for it-that hand didn't work. I have a smile on my mouth, is it happiness, like grass receiving warm sunshine, wanton and unassuming. Glad to have you, father! Your hand-repaired crown is full of fatherly love. That crown is my most precious treasure.
Do you remember, father? That time in Moon Bay, I was caught in a sudden rainstorm and flash floods. I turned pale with fear, my hands and feet were cold, like a wounded white flower. It's you, holding my hand tightly with those big hands, and the warmth of your palm makes me no longer afraid. Looking into your eyes, father, I seem to have found the warmest place in the world at once. You whispered "Don't be afraid", and the warmth suddenly spread. Dad, you are the thickest tree and I am the happiest bird. At that moment, it seemed that all the dangers had dissipated. My mouth is smiling, my eyes are smiling, and my heart is smiling. Glad to have you, father!
The warmth of those big hands has always been there, because that love has never been far away, which is the most beautiful memory of my life.
It's good to have you here, father. When writing this sentence, there is sweetness and happiness in my eyes. Dad, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful!
You are the most beautiful composition in my eyes. I am a native of Zhejiang, and my ancestors have stamped everything with the seal of Zhejiang. In this land of outstanding people, "the most beautiful mother Wu Juping", the most beautiful driver Wu Bin ... and there is also the most beautiful figure in my eyes, that is, my grandfather, an ordinary Lanxi farmer.
Grandpa is over 60 years old. Although he weighs only 100 kilograms, he looks a little skinny from a distance, but he is in good health and is a famous player in farm work. Grandpa's hard work is beyond my imagination. He and his grandmother also planted more than ten acres of sugarcane fields. Every day, they get up early and get dark. His sugar cane grew tall and strong, and became the object of competition among sugar cane wholesalers. In order to sell at a higher price, he keeps a third of it every year and personally transports it to nearby Pujiang, Jiande and Meicheng for retail in the off-season. ...
Seeing more and more wrinkles on grandpa's face, mom and dad repeatedly advised him to farm less, but grandpa was always opinionated and could not convince him. In order to let us live comfortably at home on holiday, grandpa used the income from farming in recent years to build a small house with three and a half floors, which was well decorated and well equipped.
Grandpa is very popular in the village. He is not a village cadre. The villagers turned to him for help when they had something at home. As long as grandpa can do one thing well, he tries his best to help. Grandma said that many people came uninvited to help build the house this time, saving tens of thousands of labor costs at home! I think this should be the power of dedication.
My mother said that my grandfather used to be an entrepreneur, raised pearls, worked as a "chicken and duck specialist", and also sailed for transportation ... It can be said that he failed countless times, but he never lost heart. He lived a well-off life with his diligence, kindness and simplicity, and won the respect of the villagers.
Perhaps, my grandfather never thought that he would be associated with Zhejiang and other spirits in his life, but his diligence, simplicity, hard work and persistence are unique to Zhejiang people in each period and are the easiest to lose in our time. ...
If we say, "The most beautiful mother Wu Juping, the most beautiful driver Wu Bin, their spirit is like a street lamp, illuminating many people;" Then, my grandfather is like an ordinary firefly. It is this firefly that illuminates this hot land of Zhejiang and is endless. ...
You are the most beautiful composition in my eyes. 6 Time flies, the ink is dense, and I know you in a stroke-by-stroke atmosphere-calligraphy, you are so fragrant and rhythmic. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful.
When I was young, I was still ignorant. The first time I met you, it was under the blue sky and the setting sun was slanting. Grandpa spread out the rice paper and touched it on the inkstone with a brush, and you were formed in the flowing water. It was light and orderly, like a black dragon tumbling, and like a swordsman wielding a knife. It was both rigid and flexible, comfortable and meaningful. In the last strong return, you drew flowers on paper, black and white, just like a farmhouse. I hold the corner of the table, staring at your birth, grinning, smiling with surprise, infatuated.
When I was in primary school, I wrote you brush strokes, which were clumsy and immature, but you still smiled and gave me confidence as always. Every time I put you on a page with my hand, it reflects the sunshine, thin and mottled. At this time, you seem to shuttle between pages and stir in my heart. Gradually, with the passage of time, I began to draw you with black ink. With a little ink, you will appear quietly, as beautiful as the wind and the forest, as charming as the fish swimming happily in the lotus pond. I wrote about you seriously, holding the pen tightly, persevering, penetrating the back of the paper, one after another. Looking at your handsome appearance on paper, I can't help laughing, and I have a supreme sense of accomplishment.
So far, I still like to go into the study, explore you and get to know you. The breeze drills through the window gap, and instantly the room is full of your fragrance, which is long and classical and elegant. I often recall the dusty fate when I met you in my childhood. This is a fragrance and sublimation. ...
Once again, I spread out rice paper, pen and ink, all kinds of inspiration, penetrated my fingertips and conveyed my writing. I wandered in your arms, sending wisps of fragrance into my heart, and I was elated and enjoyed it instantly. ...
"Seeing each other at first sight, looking back is a lifetime." Bai Mei is right. You are my first encounter, pure and elegant, which makes me happy and meaningful on the road of growth. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful!
In my eyes, you are the most beautiful. There are many beautiful people in the world. Some people are beautiful in appearance, while others are really beautiful inside. As the saying goes, the person who is beautiful in your heart is really beautiful, but not in your heart. You are not really beautiful. No one thinks you are beautiful even if your appearance is beautiful.
In our school, a teacher with a beautiful heart is a life teacher. In my eyes, the life teachers in restaurants and dormitories are beautiful.
Our dormitory life teacher is Miss Su, who used to be my school bus teacher. Teacher Su is very concerned about her students. Whenever a student is ill, Teacher Su always pays attention to this student. The teacher should rest at night. Teacher Su also told the night shift teacher to pay more attention to the sick students. Once, I got sick. Before going to bed, I took my temperature, which was over 37 degrees. Teacher Su asked the night shift teacher to pay more attention to me. After Teacher Su left, at night 10, the night shift teacher took my temperature again, which was over 38 degrees. Then the night shift teacher told Miss Su. Teacher Su didn't complain, but sacrificed her sleeping time to take me to the infirmary to get medicine. After taking the medicine and the injection, the teacher told me to let me.
Our restaurant life teacher is Mr. Chen. In the fourth grade, he was our dormitory teacher. He was also the head of the building at that time. Now, Mr. Chen always tries his best to serve us and never shouts tired. Teacher Chen is also particularly concerned about students. Every student clearly remembers what he doesn't eat, what he can't eat and what he doesn't like to eat. I don't like meat. I smell blood when I eat meat, so I don't like it. It makes me sick. School often eats meat buns, but every time I eat buns, I am a vegetarian. The teacher remembers very clearly that I don't like meat, so every time I eat steamed buns, I always go to get me vegetarian food. Sometimes when I eat too much, the teacher has to go to the front to get it again and again, and the teacher is not tired.
Life teacher is the most beautiful in my eyes.
In my eyes, you are the most beautiful. The most beautiful things in our eyes are different. Some are sanitation workers, some are doctors, some are teachers ... The most beautiful thing in my eyes is the police uncle, because the police uncle once helped me.
That time, when I was in kindergarten, I went to school in the country. One day, my mother dressed up and dressed me, my father and my brother as if they were going to meet someone. I asked my mother curiously, "Mom, what are we going to do?" "Oh, you don't know, you have a big aunt who lives in Tianjin and will come back today." Tianjin, I never knew this place existed. "Mom, where is Tianjin?" "Tianjin is a big city."
My aunt is back. After I finished my homework, my aunt told me some things about big cities, such as tall buildings, cinemas, game halls, zoos ... I envy them because we don't have what my aunt said in the countryside. My aunt is leaving, and I really want to go. My parents agreed, and my grandparents gave it to me. I really saw everything my aunt said here.
That day my cousin said, "Brother, let's go shopping together." "Very good." We came to the supermarket and saw many things. We also bought a lot of things. I squatted outside the window when I saw the toy, but I didn't know my sister had left. I came to my senses. My sister has left. I think I'd better go home. I was walking home when an uncle met me and asked, "Son, where are your parents?" "I got separated from my parents." "You come to my uncle to help you find your parents." I saw the words on their car: police car. I know they are policemen. I was taken to the police station, where I was first asked my name. After I finished, I heard a loud noise. A few minutes later, my sister came.
In retrospect, it was my luck to meet the police, otherwise I would have left here completely. I came to thank the police uncle.
In my eyes, you are the most beautiful. If all wandering is because of me, how can I not love your weather-beaten face? If you have tasted all the sorrows in the world for me, how can I not love your haggard heart?
-Xi Murong "Gossip"
I was five years old.
It was an innocent age, playing house with a group of friends, rummaging through everything, and having fun. Suddenly, a child pulled out a photo of you when you were young. You in the photo, in your early twenties, are the most beautiful years for a girl. At that time, you had long hair, elegant hair, good figure and charm, wearing bright and fashionable clothes and a bright smile on your face, like a bright sunny flower.
My friends are scrambling to look at the photos, admiring your charm and that I have the most beautiful mother in the world.
Unexpectedly, at this time, you pushed through the door and looked at the ground in distress. I naively forgot the "tableware" I made at the moment, and I couldn't wait to rush up and hug your thin figure, shaking my photo at you hard and shouting at you excitedly: "Mom! Mom! You are so beautiful! "
You smiled, showed your white teeth, and hugged me with your slender white hands.
Now, I have grown into a teenage girl, but you have grown old with the years.
One day, I will go shopping with you and help you choose clothes. You finally picked out a pleasing dress, but you don't like bright colors and fancy styles ... at the instigation of my aunt and I, you tried it on.
Standing in front of the fitting mirror, you are particularly insecure-it shows the deep imprint of years on you-loose skin, wrinkled wrinkles, fat body, rough hands due to frequent housework, and haggard face due to malnutrition ... These impressions remind you that you are old, and at the same time tell me that you have been working for me and this broken home all these years. So, just like ten years ago, I stepped forward and hugged your bloated body and whispered in your ear, "Mom, you are the most beautiful in my eyes."
You smiled and hugged me with wrinkled hands.
When years have taken away your youth and hard life has taken away your beautiful face, I will still sincerely say to you, "You are the most beautiful in my eyes!" " "
You are the most beautiful composition in my eyes. 10 You are the sun, giving people warmth, and no one needs to look up. -inscription
It's summer now, and the vegetation is lush, which makes the hot air cool.
The whistle from downstairs broke the long silence, and I ran downstairs with joy. Took the luggage and said, "Brother, didn't you say it would take half an hour to get there?" Brother smiled and said, "surprise, surprise!" " "
My brother is a famous homosexual, but all the neighbors praise his understanding.
Long time no see, I miss you very much. Before you know it, the summer vacation is coming to an end, and we will be apart for a while. I sat on the ground sorting out my brother's schoolbag, but I dug out a test paper with red crosses on it. This is my brother's test paper. When my brother saw it, he rushed into the room and shouted, "Who told you to turn over my test paper!" " "His eyes were red with anger." What is this? "I found some more from my schoolbag." Do you think I want to? Others study so well and are so arrogant. What about our brother? I can't lift my head in front of my classmates ... "My brother turned and sobbed for a while and left.
I sat on the cold floor and looked at the door, with an indescribable sadness in my heart.
On the day he left, he still didn't talk to me. After watching him leave, I sat at my desk with a small note on it: Brother, shall we work together? Let's have a competition at the next class reunion. -Love your brother. The nose is sour, the atrium is warm, and then the vision is blurred.
Summer has passed for a long time, and the sunshine is no longer so dazzling. When a flash of lightning struck, it began to rain cats and dogs. Somehow, I didn't feel at ease until I called home-my brother was ill. Very disgusting. A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, what's the matter? Did you see my note? You must refuel, in class ... I'm making great progress now, don't worry ... ""Hmm ... hmm ... "My tears can't stop flowing. I didn't wipe it. I just want to hear him out.
No matter how bad or good your brother is, you are my most beautiful brother!
In a blink of an eye, the semester is over. I was burying my head in reviewing when the phone rang and there was a gasp: "Brother … I … tell you a good news, I got full marks in the math exam!" " ! You also have to refuel ... "
I'm so happy for you, my lovely brother!
I wish I were the moon, illuminated by you and shining brilliantly.
In my eyes, you are the most beautiful composition 1 1. The purple sea of flowers is gorgeous like a dream, with overlapping fragrance of incense or lavender and faint smell of grass, neat grape branches just planted and warm sunshine. That is the fairyland in my dream-Provence.
In a lazy afternoon, I inadvertently opened the Year of Provence, as if I were confused by the charming atmosphere. I plunged into Provence and walked in the footsteps of Peter and his wife. ...
There is no reinforced concrete jungle, no rows of high-rise buildings, no people in a hurry. There is only peace, and of course there is blue sky.
Walking along the path in Provence, you can see vast tracts of green. In the hut surrounded by green, there will be bursts of laughter from time to time. If you are lucky, you can smell the delicious food, but if you stop and listen to their windows, you will also appreciate the humor and cunning of Provence people. They also have their own small abacus, but their simple and carefree life will never change.
People in Provence live a simple and happy life, and they have never pursued the word "luxury". In the eyes of us urbanites, they will cheer or laugh at trivial things, while those big difficulties that will make us frown will be teased or even ignored by them. There, rights, money and interests can never overcome people's yearning for ordinary life, where simplicity is the greatest happiness.
The moment I closed the book, it was like waking up from a beautiful dream and returning to a noisy city. A little thought slipped through my mind in loneliness, and I couldn't get close to Provence. Why not just live the life of Provence in this city, turn off the computer in your spare time, lie in bed and read a good book with a cup of fragrant tea? Why not?
Sure enough, life in the city is too noisy, while life in the real mountains is too lonely, and the comfort and comfort of Provence are just right.
Provence, you are the most beautiful in my eyes!
You are the most beautiful composition in my eyes. I don't know much about you, except that you like to help others best on weekdays. I still remember that it was a summer, and the water drops on the eaves jumped to the ground one after another. In the crowd, you can't walk fast or run fast. Occasionally, a few umbrella leaves cover the crowd, and more often, it is dark. I just buried my head and walked as fast as I could. I don't know when a drop of rain attached to the lens. I just frowned, held the frame and prayed. Suddenly I accidentally caught some pink, and I was curious to know about it. I suddenly looked up and saw a whole piece of pink. What is this? I saw you walking slowly, holding an umbrella, and a long-sleeved pale pink skirt fluttering in the rain. The light is dark, but I can still see your face clearly.
Looking back countless times, smiling countless times, smiling at each other, and then slowly turning around, adding a little more beauty. In my impression, I will always remember your slightly mysterious smile, crescent-shaped eyes, like the brightest star in the sky, and slightly raised corners of your mouth as if filled with joy. I only know that you love to wear skirts, and the veil-like skirt flutters with the wind, which is a thin mist hanging over the water and drifting with the sunshine. It's like ripples in the lake, rippling round and round, extending, extending, extending my intoxicated fantasy. You smiled at me, and I suddenly turned around, and the smile soaked my face. ...
Meet again on a sunny afternoon.
You lean on the balcony, gently hold your chin, and look at the distance, as if enjoying it, but you are full of thoughts. Maybe my footsteps woke you up and you turned around in surprise. Maybe you seldom meet your face, and your face is slightly mixed with some surprises. Gradually, I met your long-lost smile again, like a lily blooming in the passage of time, pure and beautiful. I don't know when a ray of sunshine crept into your hair, soft and serene. This sunshine, like Phnom Penh, gives you a different color smile.
Countless sunshine, countless breezes, this is the scene where we met, you and me, friends in our hearts forever. I, standing at the water's edge, the fish suddenly jumped up, merged into a beautiful arc with the sunshine, fell into the water with a bang, and water droplets splashed all over me, and I didn't wipe my face, because I looked up at the sky and thought of you. ...
The wind rolls up the hair in your ear and shakes your looming magic yarn. Time goes by quietly, but in my eyes, you are always the most beautiful. ...
In my eyes, you are the teacher of the most beautiful composition 13, and you are the light that illuminates the prodigal son's turning back; Teachers are safe havens, giving wandering wanderers a peaceful harbor; Teacher, it is a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, giving a little care to the injured soul. ...
Teacher, you are a diligent gardener, carefully cultivating us-the flowers of the motherland; You are like a golden key, which opens a treasure house of knowledge for ignorant people and brings endless, rich and inexhaustible knowledge.
I still remember that you, the primary school Chinese teacher, wrote a few words in the message box recorded by your classmates. But I know that although there are only a few short words, there are many reasons in it, and there are many comments on my six years of study. Even if I still don't understand, I still don't understand the meaning of these words you wrote, but I will always keep them in my heart and experience them slowly!
As it happens, yesterday was Teachers' Day, which belongs to you. Here, I say to you affectionately: "Teacher … Happy Teachers' Day! Thank you for your earnest teaching for so many years. Your tireless and painstaking teaching attitude has greatly improved my academic performance, and my grades are often among the best in my class. Of course, this is also inseparable from your strict education and careful tutoring after class! "
I still remember that late at night, we all entered a sweet dream. And you, still tirelessly sitting under the desk lamp, writing the content to be taught in class tomorrow word by word, correcting our homework word by word. Then the next day, panda-like dark circles appeared under your watery and concave eyes, indicating that you stayed up late again last night. But why do you always answer us calmly every time we ask you after class: "Nothing!" " Ah, teacher, your spirit, like a nameless and selfless grass, only knows how to give and asks for nothing in return!
Ah! Teacher, your implicit, dedicated and unknown spirit is worth learning. I wish you always young and happy Teacher's Day every year! And I hope you won't stay up late again. Staying up late is not good for your health. ...
Teacher, I promise you: I will study hard and try to be a good teacher like you in the future.
You are always the most beautiful in my heart!