Eyes often say: "I am the window to the soul, the door to the world of life, and the golden key to the treasure house of knowledge …" I am an indispensable "baby" for human beings! The word "eyes" is not casually owned! I am the result of the joint efforts of five brothers, namely pupil, retina, lens, optic nerve and eyeball. This is very rare and precious!
As the saying goes, "everything has its owner." Even the eyes are no exception. My host is a girl who loves studying and reading. Nevertheless, she still cherishes everything around her. Once upon a time, my young master liked me very much, and I have always been proud of my watery eyes. I'm proud, too. And the young master loves me very much and often takes me to appreciate colorful flowers; Look at the lush, tall and straight trees; Seeing the unknown selfless grass … let me know this beautiful world. I felt that I was the happiest eye in the world. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. From the first step when the young master stepped into the school gate, from the first day when the young master put on the red scarf, and from the first moment when the young master became a young pioneer, the past sweet time was like a boat, getting farther and farther away from me. Young master is under great pressure to study all day. Playing time is like a few stars in the sky and a few drops of water in the sea, not to mention taking me to see those exotic flowers and plants. Gradually, I felt a little pain, and what I saw became more and more blurred. When I went to the hospital for a check-up, I realized that the young master had embarked on the road of "myopia". Later, the young master's eyesight became worse and worse. In desperation, he put on the natural enemy of our eyes-"myopia glasses". Wearing myopia glasses, there are troubles everywhere: you can't jump at any time, or your myopia glasses will fall off; Wearing short-sighted glasses, others always look at you with strange eyes; When it rains, the rain will fall on the lens and become blurred ... Young master often worries about it.
This picture always comes to mind. I remember the last physical examination, the young master's good eyesight dropped from 5.2 to 2.5. At that time, many students pointed to the young master and kept saying, "How come her eyesight is so poor!" "Exactly!" Young master is very sad, crying alone in the corner. I was sad, too. I really hate myself for disappointing!
Now, I say to all primary school students: "Please love me as your own life!" " "