In those eyes, as if there was a world, they were shining, as if the stars were there, shining with the light that should have been emitted by them. I remember those eyes. They are Mr. Wu's eyes. Unforgettable her eyes, flowing like gurgling water, are warmer than the sun.
It has been more than a year. The teacher who accompanied us seemed to be a little tired. He had been working for half a day, and it was inevitable that he was a little tired. Today, after class, he still sat in front of the desk and approved his homework, as if everything had not changed. He read our composition with his pen in his hand, paragraph by paragraph, and seemed to read it carefully. Peace is often different. After scanning lines of text, the sharp light in the eyes seems to be hidden, like the dim moonlight has softened a bit. The gentle look made me unforgettable. It was like the spring breeze, warm and intoxicating. The eyes with the smell of sunshine, with a smile, were just the things that happened during the break, just a wisp of eyes of Mr. Wu.
Now, Mr. Wu has also been with us for a long time. From the first meeting to the later acquaintance, now he is more and more able to talk, and even can be regarded as a friend. The pen is full of inexpressible gratitude, and it is inevitable to remember every bit of memory. It is her eyes that can never be forgotten. What we see is the trace of our growth. That is from a child who just entered the senior grade and can't adapt to it. Time is like water, and now we are a quasi senior student who can do something alone. There will even be some time to leave primary school and enter junior high school. The past turns over in my mind, raising a big storm.
Occasionally, there will be severe glances, mostly before and after the exam or when everyone does something wrong. I still remember one time when the exam papers were handed out, just looking at her, I could guess that the class's level was not fully developed, and I would not get any good results in the exam. It looked stern, but it hid worry. It seemed that I was thinking about the reason for the decline of the exam results, and told the whole class some truth. The stern look was like a ruler, urging me to study hard and review carefully. Everyone will feel uncomfortable when they often see the stern eyes falling on the students, but behind the stern eyes, is it not out of the desire to let us continue to work hard? Teachers often say that let us think in terms of position. Being strict is only an incentive for us. Being dissatisfied with our current situation is to hope that we can do better. Mr. Wu's stern eyes always show some vicissitudes of life. When we relax, let us re realize the importance of efforts. In her harsh eyes, I learned self-discipline, but also learned to face the attitude of learning.
When educating students, it is another kind of vision. I have seen a teacher teach a classmate who is not very good in conduct, frowning, and his eyes filled with worry, rather than the usual severity. Just looking at her can make you feel a sour impulse. After all, she is a teacher who has been together for a long time and can understand her hard work more or less. She needs to accommodate 50 of us and care about us at the same time. Many times I said punishment, but in the end I was still soft hearted and could not give orders. I just looked at us anxiously with her eyes. At least I can understand her worried eyes. She has taught us again and again that no matter how many things we have done wrong, we still hope we can correct them. She has unlimited hope and concern for us, because she is afraid that we may be a student who has been injured, or a student who has made a dangerous action, or we may not do well this time, But she usually emphasizes everything. She was worried that we would be injured, that we would not be able to meet the exam and junior high school journey in the most perfect manner, and that we would not be able to adapt to the future life. If everyone can understand her, stop worrying about her, and do the best they can, maybe she can stop her worried eyes, and then everyone can smile with understanding.
The teacher's eyes are like a lamp. Although they can't be said to be the direction of your progress, they can illuminate the darkness. Like a dream, I can hear the eyes talking and write a beautiful text, or express the most sincere feelings. The eyes buried in my heart, the eyes treasured in memories, are full of hope and expectation for us, like a letter, sent to us in the future.
Maybe it was before and after the exam. My grades were not so bad, nor good. When I was wandering around the teacher, she patted me on the shoulder and said, "Why didn't you get good grades this time? I always thought you were the best in the class, and I have to work hard in the future." At the beginning, I couldn't respond. The teacher regarded himself as the best in the class, I can't believe it. Such a name is really my goal. It's better to work hard. When I look back, the teacher's eyes are full of expectations. It seems that he wants me to play my best and ask for more strict requirements. It is also affirming my ability and full of expectations for my future, I think. Inevitably, I felt happy and regretful for not doing better. Finally, I smiled at her and expressed my confidence in myself. I think I will continue to move forward towards the future in her eyes full of expectations, which is the driving force for my progress. I will always remember her hope for me, and plant it in my heart, until it grows into a towering tree, blooms and bears fruit.
What you look at is the distance full of infinite scenery.
The teacher's vision is the first sunrise in life, giving people the courage and confidence to overcome difficulties. From her eyes, I read her expectation and care for us. If I can put those eyes in my heart, it is like spring rain that moistens my heart. Looking back at the teacher who is reviewing the homework, today is still full of expectations for us. Although I can't touch it, I can actually feel it.
The teacher's eyes are warmer than the sun.