Please write an essay of no less than 600 words with the title "Unforgettable Eyes". Outside the Qin King City, you ignored the surveillance of the Qin soldiers and played an unparalleled song "High Mountains and Flowing Water".

Unforgettable ___ eyes

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Please write an essay of no less than 600 words with the title "Unforgettable ____ eyes".

Requirements: ① Supplement the title intact, except for poetry and scripts, the style is not limited; ② Do not be less than 600 words; ③ Do not appear (or imply) your name or school name in the text.

Unforgettable for those determined eyes

You are like a fine sand in the history books, inconspicuous in the long river of history, but your determined eyes make your short life no longer ordinary and forever imprinted in my heart.

Unforgettable to have the firm eyes, that is your pursuit of music.

You, Gao Jianli is . In that era of war, as a musician, you left your legend in the history of Warring States , which has to be amazing. Looking back at the time, your outstanding musical achievements made many people yearn for and obsessed with it. Even Le Fang, who is known as the world's number one musician, is full of curiosity about you. As the only successor of the world's wonderful song "High Mountains and Flowing Water", he trustfully gave it to you to continue the good news when he had never met you. When you heard his invitation, you were happy to go. In the face of dissuasion from relatives and friends, you only have the firmness of your pursuit of music in your eyes. Outside the Qin King City, you ignored the surveillance of the Qin soldiers and played an unparalleled song "High Mountains and Flowing Water". You are separated by unruly laughter, but your firm eyes on music are always circulated and unforgettable.

Unforgettable to your firm eyes, which is your farewell and encouragement to your friends.

You, Gao Jianli, your encounter with Jing Ke was just a chance, but you have been inseparable since then. A pair of friends who wished they met too late began your friendship in this chaotic world. You talk together, Jing Ke dances his sword, and you hit the building to help you liven up. When the prince of Yan State invited Jing Ke to assassinate the King of Qin, you two were separated. On the day of the farewell party, you worked tirelessly just to meet with your friends again. "The wind whistles and the Yishui is cold, and the heroes will never return once they leave." The sound of your attacks became more and more intense, and even the soldiers were moved by it, staring at them. And you, with a firm look, full of affection and trust in your friends, and a promise of support.

Unforgettable and determined look, which is the continuation of your mission to be a soulmate.

You, Gao Jianli, you heard about Jing Ke's failure and tragic death. The Yan Kingdom where you are also destroyed by Qin. The King of Qin appreciates your music skills, but because you and Jing Ke are old acquaintances, your firm eyes are blinded. In fact, even so, you can still live a glorious life and die silently. But you don’t, Jing Ke’s death makes your eyes more resolute. If you don’t have weapons, you can fill your building with lead. It is the instrument you play music, and it is also the weapon you assassinate. The moment you resolutely cast a letter to the King of Qin, your determined eyes seemed to appear in front of me again, which is unforgettable.

Unforgettable to have those resolute eyes, which grow in my heart and in my soul.

Unforgettable eyes

Your deep eyes are as bright as the stars, and the stars shine with hope; your twinkling pupils are as warm as the sun, and are full of eager expectations; your flowing eyes are like a beacon, touching my heart...

Gradually, I disappeared in the sea of ​​people...

The cool autumn wind brings a burst of fragrant osmanthus, refreshing the heart. In the bright sunshine, I was wearing my moving pigtails and carrying my schoolbags, I merged into the ocean of colorful schoolbags. Looking back in surprise, it was my mother's eyes that collided with each other. My mother waved to me, and the corner of her mouth was just right in curve like a rainbow bridge that warmed my heart. The deep eyes contain endless care and expectation.I seemed to hear the gentle whisper again: "Study hard, you must achieve good results." At that moment, I waved my hand and smiled...

The so-called father, daughter, mother and son are like this in this life, watching his back gradually fade away. When I look back, I look back at the dim lights. Someone locked you with his expectant eyes and was haggard for you.

Slowly, I grew up healthily...

Stepping through one spring and autumn cycle after another, I have enjoyed too many spring flowers and autumn fruits. It was my mother who took me to dance in the spring flowers and autumn moon. I still remember that the spotlight hit my body, and I appeared in the audience and shone with bright light. The smooth and melodious recitation blurted out. Everyone in the audience focused on me. Suddenly, my heart was like a deer slamming. Looking around the audience, my mother raised her thumb. The expectant gaze was like a gurgling clear spring watering my fish in the dry rut; it was like sweet rain nourishing my heart that had not yet been drought for a long time. I smiled, encouraged myself, and achieved the first place with good results...

My mother's expectant eyes made me find the direction and motivation for my journey when I was lost. It is the tired and rich fragrant tea, and the warm quilt in the cold.

Brand life, beautiful time, lush wood...

I went to the battlefield, and I went to the battlefield day and night at three points and one line, many times of fighting with lights, and many frustrations and sadness have become immortal leaves. I cherish my mother's earnest expectations and flew into the examination room with me.

Under the bright sun, the eyes look at each other, silence is better than sound. Under that gaze was filled with hot hope and eager expectation. The warm big hands gently stroked my cheeks, and the birds chirped and circled, telling the beauty. The care of my mother in the past is vivid in my mind. My mother smiled sweetly. I said without thinking: "I can do it!" I tasted the sweetness of expectation...

I will definitely not let my mother be thinner than yellow flowers because I am a person. I will let her expectation break out of the cocoon like a butterfly and dance gracefully!

The willow tree in front of the door has long been left with the expectant gaze, giving me infinite positive energy; the vaguely visible glimpses are rippling in my mind, which is the glory of the expectant gaze; the warm sunshine radiates golden light to all things in the Zhong Ling, which is telling the greatness of the motherly nature of the expectant gaze!

! Unforgettable to those looking forward to the stars!

Unforgettable to see the disappointed look

Thinking of the encouragement words of yesterday's brother wishing me a smooth high school entrance examination, my heart was warm, but those black and bright eyes made me uncontrollably recall the mist in the beautiful eyes and the deep disappointment like a pool.

When my younger brother was only four or five years old, we all lived in the home of our grandparents in the countryside. At that time, I was naughty and competitive, my younger brother was gentle and humble, and we were simply opposites. I often snatch the things in my younger brother's hands, but I don't look like my older brother at all. Instead, he is as humble as my older brother.

I remember that day, my brother and I were playing at home. My mother went out for something and gave us a few biscuits when we left, so we could stay at home quietly waiting for her to come back. In the countryside at that time, snacks were rare, and their families were poor, so their parents were reluctant to buy such luxury goods. Therefore, eating snacks became our luxury, and at this time we had cookies, what an exciting thing.

I quickly swallowed it in big mouthfuls, and a few cookies disappeared in the blink of an eye. Finally, after licking the biscuit crumbs on my fingers, I made my mind to the cookies that my brother hadn't been willing to finish. I pretended to be fine and walked to him, and took advantage of the fact that I was unprepared and suddenly pulled away the biscuits from his hand. But this time my brother didn't give up and chased me and wanted to come back. How could I allow it! I was so annoyed by chasing me that I stopped, acted as a villain, raised my hand and threw it back hard, and even patted the celadon bottle on the dressing table.

celadon bottle turned twice, one slanted, and fell down.

A crisp sound of porcelain bottle cracking.

My heart trembled violently, and my heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly.

We both stopped in an instant, my brother's face turned pale, but I took a step back half a step at a loss. To make matters worse, we heard the footsteps of our mother. Seeing fragments all over the ground, "Ah! My... celadon bottle!" She glared at her younger brother who was closer: "Did you do it?" "I... I didn't..." "You are still quibbling!"

"Bang!" With a crisp slap, my heart trembled fiercely again. My mother taught my younger brother a lesson. Looking at my mother's gaze, I lost the courage to admit it. My brother turned around at this time, and his eyes looked at me, what kind of eyes were like! Tears as big as beans fell down, and dust splashed. His eyes were covered with tears. His dark pupils accompanied me with longer and longer silence and disappointment became stronger and stronger. I could feel something broken in his eyes, like a celadon bottle, shattered. After the incident of

, I felt guilty in my heart and couldn't get rid of it. I said countless times in my heart, "I'm sorry, brother!" I knew I was wrong, and I should be penetrated by your disappointed eyes! You may have forgotten many years later, but I still keep this in mind.

Believe me, brother, in the future, I will have the responsibility my brother should have and will no longer let you be wronged because of me!

Unforgettable eyes of expectation

Some people say that falling leaves return to the roots is the expectation of the earth; some people say that birds spreading their wings is the expectation of the sky. However, for me, the deepest and most memorable understanding of expectations comes from my father's eyes.

My father never asked me to achieve his goals, nor forced me to do things that I was not interested in, so I did not have proud academic performance, nor did I have enviable artistic talents. My childhood was to stand against the blue sky and white clouds, breathing the smell of flowers and soil mixed in the wind, running noisily with my friends, and sometimes lying quietly on the grass. I have always taken it for granted.

The second grade of junior high school is coming to an end, and the weather is getting hotter, and the tirelessness of cicadas has not affected my mood. The physics test paper I just sent out the day before has not been corrected, and I don’t remember a few newly learned words in English class, but I can only read the promise of lotus with my friends.

After lunch, when my father was not careful, he sneaked out to meet his friends and headed to the lotus pond. I still remember that in the small lotus pond, the white lotus looks purer against the green lotus leaves. Someone suggested picking some lotus flowers and going home, and we all jumped into the pond one after another.

Stepped in the dirty mud, and then raised his foot and found that the shoes had been trapped in. After picking the lotus, we also made our own natural lotus leaf sunscreen hat. When I went home after dark, my father didn't say anything. He glanced at the lotus flowers in my hand and the mud-stained feet. He just asked me to change into clean clothes and found a vase to put the lotus flowers in. In the few days after

, the physics questions you did wrong still need to be corrected, and you still have to read English words over and over with your broken pronunciation. The lotus flowers just put them in a bottle. When I remembered it again, I found that there were many black dots on the lotus. I sadly took the lotus to talk to my father.

Father: "What is the difference between lotus flowers growing in a bottle and in a pond?"

Me: "Lotus flowers growing in a bottle cleanly, and they are immersed in the sludge in the pond."

Father: "Although lotus flowers growing in a bottle cleanly, they will rot in a few days because of lack of nutrients, but the dirty mud can provide the nutrients it needs. Similarly, for people, behind beauty and success, there are many things that must be endured."

Father's serious tone made me feel bad. When I looked up in a panic, I met my father's eyes. I was not as easy-going as before. At that time, I just vaguely felt that my father had some expectations for me.In the days that followed, whenever I saw lotus flowers, I would think of my father’s eyes at that time and slowly understood. The eyes contained - expectation, hoping that I could understand these principles earlier, and hope that I could explore slowly by myself and continue to grow. Everyone said that I have changed, become sensible, and become diligent. Only I know that behind my transformation, I always have two eyes full of expectations.

I can't live up to it!

Unforgettable to be kind and look

That kind-hearted look will never be forgotten; the dusty memory will be regained. Time is the clear eyes of the sea of ​​time, and the passing years is the gentle embellishment of the flower of time. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and unfold. When I look back, my loving eyes are always in the dim lights.

Holding your album in my hand, my heart is like ripples, and you and your loving eyes in my memory are presented in front of me one by one.

Still remember your child. You and I sat under the green eaves, watching the wind chimes shaking under the door, listening to the drizzle of rain, I was eating the new dates you picked, and your loving eyes fell softly on me. You always like to watch me eat dates sweetly, but you don’t eat any of them. You have been looking at me so kindly, watching the swallows carrying mud under the eaves build new nests, and listening to the drizzle behind the house pouring new buds. At that time, I experienced the joy of childhood under your loving eyes.

The four seasons change, and the years pass by. When you reach the end of your body, you will take my tender little hands onto the mud and mud path leading to the cotton field. The freshness of the fragrant grass and the fragrance of the flowers are still sealed in my memory, like the aged daughter's redness. The longer the time, the stronger the taste.

I and you were traveling through the white cotton field. You gently picked a cotton and put it in your pocket. I also picked the "cotton ball" on the pretty branches like you, ran to you happily, and put the white cotton into your pocket. You stopped your work, took out a piece of candy from your pocket and put it in my mouth. I smiled sweetly at you, and you smiled lovingly at me, and surrounded me in the world with that loving look. At that time, I experienced the hard work and happiness of farmers in the surround of your loving look...

As I grew up, I gradually left the green eaves. I was taken to the city to go to school by my parents, and of course, I also left you, who was getting older. But every time I go on holiday, I can't wait to return to you, letting you see my good results and listen to my new progress. Not only do you look happy, but you often make a few more dishes for this. I enjoy the "delicious food on earth" you bring to me with relish, and also shower your loving and joyful gaze. In that loving look, I grew up vigorously...

One flower, one world, one leaf, one Tathagata. "The wind hangs, the dust and the fragrance are gone, and I'm tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different and people are gone. Everything is gone, tears flow first if you want to speak." My thoughts floated back, and my eyes were already filled with tears. As time goes by, only your loving eyes bloom with gorgeous flowers on the branches of time, brightly blooming.

Thank you, my dear grandma! I will never forget your loving eyes, which promotes my progress and accompanys me to grow.

Unforgettable to remember the kind eyes

camphor tree outside the window was rustling by the gentle wind.

A piece of green Camphor leaves fell in front of my window, and my heart couldn't help but feel a little shocked. When I picked up the fallen leaf, I smiled slightly. My thoughts slowly floated along the fallen leaves to the spring when the camphor tree was in full bloom.

"Grandma, it's spring, are mom and dad coming back soon?" I raised my head and asked my grandma who was drying clothes. Grandma wiped the water from her hands, squatted down, stretched out her rough hand and stroked my head, and the loving eyes seemed to be about to flow out of water. "Yes, mom and dad are going home soon. Once they come back, they can take you to the city." I smiled happily, my eyes full of joy.However, I asked my grandma again: "Grandma, then will you go to the city?" I looked at my grandma expectantly, hoping that she could say it, but I only heard my grandma sigh and did not answer my question.

The next day, my grandma got up early in the morning and I smelled the fragrance of the food.

Grandma saw me and said to me, "My parents just called back and said they were on the way and would be back to pick you up soon." I was not as happy as yesterday, so I asked my grandma again, "Grandma, are you going to the city?" Grandma smiled slightly and said, "Okay, have breakfast quickly, I have made your favorite dish." As soon as I heard what I had, I immediately became active and went to have breakfast jumping.

"Drip-" A car sounded, and grandma ran into the house and said to me happily, "Mom and Dad are back to pick you up!" Grandma's loving and happy eyes touched my heart again. However, when grandma smiled, the wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and forehead deepened ruthlessly. I feel a little sad.

"Grandma, are you going to the city?" Grandma touched my head with her old hand and said to me softly, "Grandma can't go to the city. In the countryside, grandma still has to watch."

My heart shook slightly, and tears flowed down like pearls with broken threads. I grabbed my grandma's hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Grandma, I can't bear to leave you. I can't eat the food made by grandma in the future. In the future, grandma can't help me tie my hair!" I cried more and more fiercely.

Grandma held my hand, tears kept spinning in her eyes, but it didn't flow down. "Be good, who said grandma can't cook for you? When grandma handles some things, she will go to the city to find you." "Really?" I wiped away my tears, "Really." Grandma said, "Okay, then I'll wait for grandma in the city." I smiled.

Grandma, your loving eyes will never be forgotten by me!