The teacher’s gaze is like a ray of cold moonlight, the smile on whose face it shines will disappear immediately.
The teacher’s gaze is like a shining star, illuminating my ignorant heart!
I will never forget the teacher’s gaze as the years pass by. I cannot forget that it is always the teacher’s gaze. It has penetrated thousands of years of wind and frost, accompanied by the clear sound of bamboo dew, bringing the first ray of sunshine in the morning dew.
The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher’s eyes. The teacher's gaze is the first cuckoo singing in the spring breeze, the red, green and thin lotus pond in summer, the fading flight of geese in the autumn sky, and the fragrance quietly blooming in the winter snow. The most beautiful thing in the world is the teacher's eyes. With its selflessness and broad-mindedness, it washes away my narrow and vulgar temperament in the silent tenderness that moistens things. I staggered forward in your eyes full of expectation.
I saw your eyes on the mountain road full of thorns. The mountain road was winding and the heavy footprints had already bent your back. You locked your eyes on the wind-swept grass on the cliff. , telling me that the infinite scenery is far away. In the long night, I was groping in the dark with endless loneliness and confusion. It was your eyes that sent me far into the dawn. At this moment, the world always becomes so clear, and even the heart becomes a silent pool, smiling and listening to the beauty of the morning.
In the high blue sky, I hear your eyes talking and fluttering gently beside my wings. I use my high-flying back to get close to the blue in your eyes, and my life gains the aura of time in the rise of the wind.
On the vast sea, your gaze is like a gust of wind that fills my sails, carrying me like an arrow from a string to the distant shore. Under the colorful neon lights, I lost my way. It is your eyes that take me through the hustle and bustle of the four seasons to a love that will never fade. In your long gaze, the incomparable kindness and pride sing in your heart.
The teacher’s gaze is like the iron plow that is opening up wasteland, silently cultivating a dark fertile soil and sowing the seeds of civilization.
The teacher’s eyes are that long bridge, one end of the bridge connects to reality and the other end connects to hopes and dreams. The teacher's gaze is like the string on the kite. No matter how far or high you fly, the roots in your life are always tied to the earth. The teacher's eyes are like the beating candlelight, illuminating the confusion in life and illuminating your way forward.
The teacher’s gaze is the mellowest wine, the most beautiful poem, and the truest dream. ah! The teacher’s gaze is unforgettable!
Article: Set your sights in the distance
If you are a goshawk soaring in the sky, you should set your sights on the vast blue sky. If you are a clear spring flowing in the mountains, you should turn your gaze to the distant sea; if you are the sun shining in the sky, you should turn your gaze to everything in the world. "The wine entered my heart, and seven-thirds of it roared into sword energy, and the remaining three-thirds turned into poetry. As soon as I spit it out, I became half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty." Traveling through the tunnel of time and space, I heard the heroic laughter of the Poet Immortal. He was a talented person of that era. He could tolerate the emperor's ambition of "conquering the whole world and conquering all the wastelands", but he could not tolerate a talented man with the talent and ambition to help the world! Thousands of years ago, Gao Lishi still had humiliation on his hands, but our poet did not want to be short-sighted and stay in the Hanlin Academy. He set his sights on the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, "Let the white deer be among the green cliffs, and ride on them as soon as they need to go." Visiting famous mountains." I saw Shi Xian's "Looking up to the sky and going out, how can I be a Peng Piao man!" I heard him chanting, "An Neng bows down to the powerful, which makes me unhappy!" It was because he did not focus on the ordinary career, but cast his eyes on the distance, that he became extraordinary. On the desert with flying yellow sand, a girl walked into the Huns' camp carrying an olive branch. From then on, the faces of the elderly and children no longer showed the pain of losing their loved ones, and the border between Han and Hungary maintained peace for decades. Emperor Yuan of the Han Dynasty was still lost. How come the last scent of the Han Dynasty ended up in the hands of a group of barbarians? How many poets in ancient and modern times sang "Princess Pipa has a lot of resentment" for Zhaojun, but the passionate poets didn't know that Zhaojun's choice was without hesitation and it was her original intention. Zhaojun did not set her sights on serving the emperor and fighting for power. She set her sights on peace between the Han and Hungarians. She was willing to trade her youth for the happiness of the two peoples. Since then, Qingzhong has become a landmark of peace on the Han-Hungarian border. Throughout the ages, many heroes have set their sights on high places. They are not limited to immediate interests and are not short-sighted. Their far-sighted vision determines their eternal position. "Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." This is also a portrayal of the far-sightedness of the ancients.
After thinking deeply, the difference between a swan and a swan lies in the far-sightedness of their respective visions. Are you willing to be a swan? Or do you want to be a chaffinch living under the eaves?