Mom's eyes are very beautiful. A pair of thin double eyelids, big eyes flashing charming light. However, with the passage of time, the light in my mother's eyes gradually faded, and the wrinkles around my eyes increased, which was no longer so charming. . . . . .
I remember one time, I got a low score. When I got home, I told my mother the score carefully. Mother's eyes immediately changed from joy to anger. Obviously, my mother thinks I can do well in the exam. Mom didn't speak, but the eyes were more terrible than scolding me. It's like saying, "I really didn't expect you to be like this. If you do this again, I will never spare you. " After a while, my mother's angry eyes turned into endless sadness. As if to say, "what can I do if I do this again?" The change of mother's eyes made me see a loving mother's infinite desire for her children. . . . . . Because I didn't want to make my mother sad again, I got excellent results in the next exam. When I got home, I couldn't wait to tell my mother the score. My mother was ecstatic and praised me. At this time, I saw joy in my mother's eyes.
Mom, those talking eyes. When I fail, give me encouraging eyes; Don't give me proud eyes when I succeed. Mom, those talking eyes. . . . . .