When I was very young, if I had made a mistake, told a lie, and didn't want to admit it, my mother would say: Look me in the eye. If I had a frank heart, I would dare to look her in the eye, otherwise I would have to bow my head in shame.
From then on, when I faced others, I looked him in the eye.
Grief fills my eyes with tears, but it doesn't make me close them. Looking at the eyes that criticize me, I will arouse the courage and conviction to face up to my shortcomings. I will carefully review the path I have taken, see how I fell, and avoid the same dangers in the future.
I don't like to pretend to be modest and hang my eyelashes deeply, and go back to a secluded place alone to quietly enjoy myself. I am willing to overflow the joy of my heart like a bucket full of water for my friends to share. In the eyes of my loved ones and my friends, I read their happiness and higher hopes for me. Praise not only did not make me forget, but it made me feel a heavier burden on my shoulders. Success is like a hill, a traveler who is ready to walk a long way, standing tall, will see the bonfire of the destination. He will speed up his pace.
The eyes are the windows of the soul, which is an old saying that has been tired of saying, but I will say that the eyes are not only windows, they are the home of the soul. If the stranger's eyes were honest and friendly, I would hold out my hand to him. If the stranger's gaze is hesitant and wandering, I conclude that he is a man without opinion and cannot be friends with him. If a stranger's gaze is evasive and dark, I will retreat and ring the alarm bell in my heart. If the stranger's eyes are lonely, I am willing to help in any way I can.
Years change a person's vision, just as painted furniture changes color. But the vision of some old friends will not change, like the clearest crystal, crystal clear for a lifetime. But their eyes change color with joy and sorrow, and as a friend, I would like to share it with them. If they are sad, I would like to reassure them. If they are happy, I would like to share it with them. If they are anxious, I am willing to offer advice. If they are depressed, I would like to accompany them along the quiet river for a long, long way.
Does it still maintain the innocence and kindness of childhood people? Does it still embody the sensitivity and vigor of young people? After going through all the vicissitudes, does it still yearn for the truth, goodness and beauty of the world? In the face of the wind, frost, rain and snow in the years to come, is it still full of courage and hope?
It is the mottled annual rings on the trunk and the countless young leaves that sway in the wind. They are old and young, exuding the infinite vitality of nature.
It was the countless stars in the firmament. The sky is so blue and vast, and the surrounding is so quiet and distant. How small we are as solitary beings! But it was the seemingly insignificant human race that began the long march to conquer the universe. In this sense, human beings are sometimes so great and tragic. Every isolated person is as faint as a small star, but when gathered, it can give direction to the lost, and it can shine light in the darkness.
I stared at the gushing water, and the wave was its eyes. Life lies in movement, if the sea has no waves, it will end its vast and vast mission, the sea will be blind, become a pool of stagnant water, can no longer carry the boat to sail far, can no longer let the seagulls soar, can no longer breed countless aquatic tribes, can no longer drive us to play on the beach...
All beings in the world have their eyes, depending on whether you look for it with your heart or not, whether you have the courage to look at it.
When I first started learning to look into other people's eyes, I was a little uneasy. I feel like a little child, how dare I look into someone's eyes? Isn't that disrespectful? I told my mother about my concerns. She smiled and said, "Then tomorrow you try to look into the teacher's eyes." ”
The next day, in class, I began to look into the eyes of the teacher. It was strange that the teacher seemed to give me a lecture. My thoughts closely followed the teacher's explanation, searching in the dense forest of knowledge. When it comes to important places, I see a wonderful spark in the eyes of the teacher, and I know that I must remember it. When the teacher's eyes were as calm as the water of the lake, I knew that this only needed to be mastered in general.
When I was reading the teacher's eyes, the teacher was reading my eyes. If I appear confused and confused, the teacher will pause his explanation and circle around in circles until my eyes are bright and bright. If I winked at him mischievously, he would suddenly swallow half of what he had said. He knew I had understood and could go on.
Only then did I know that eyes to eyes can speak. They communicate silently, and in this popular Esperanto there is no room for lies and no translation. They reflect a person's secret inner world more truly than the mouth.
As I grew older, I understood that looking into the eyes of others was a solemnity, a respect, a trust, and an honesty.
Of course, this kind of gaze is not staring at people with dead eyes, which is really a bit silly and uncivilized. The gaze should be serene and unsettled, as if we were looking out at the green mountains in the distance on a clear day.
If I understood his words, I would nod my head gently. If I need him to explain in detail, I will convey this request with my eyes.
Looking into the eyes of others also puts forward higher requirements for yourself.
When I look into someone's eyes and say" thank you, I have to be sincere from the bottom of my heart.
When I look into someone's eyes and say, "I'm sorry," I have to deliver heartfelt apologies.
When I look into someone's eyes and say, "I can do this well," I must have the confidence that "the next one will win."
When I look into someone's eye and say, "Believe me," I feel like I've suddenly gained a lot of talent and courage.
Medical scientists have proved that when a man lies, no matter how experienced he is, his eyes will reveal his secrets. His pupils will dilate and enlarge, his vision will wander, and his eyelids will involuntarily droop.
In order for us to be able to bravely look into the eyes of others and not be afraid of being looked at by others, let us be a person with a frank heart and a crystal clear heart.
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Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems".
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