Her eyes grew with me. When I was a child, it was her expectant eyes that made me walk more steadily and practically than other children of my age. As soon as I learned to speak, the first sentence was her title, and my eyes were full of smiles.
When I was in primary school, when I saw that I was sitting in the classroom like a first-grade child, I accidentally caught a little relief from her eyes.
Unconsciously, I grew up slowly. As I grew up, fine lines appeared in the corners of her eyes. I know she really worked too hard for me. I also read more from her fading eyes. The brightness in her eyes has been ruthlessly erased by years, just as her youth has been taken away by time.
The sixth grade is the preparation period for entering junior high school. The coming junior high school entrance exam makes me study late into the night every day, and her eyes are even more distressed. She doesn't want me to be too tired.
When I was in adolescence, I was a little rebellious, and I began to have my own opinions on everything, and I was impatient with the nagging of my elders. Whenever this happens, she will come to teach me seriously, look into her eyes, and I will always calm down and listen to her quietly to enlighten me. Her eyes are always so magical.
Now she has entered junior high school and learned a lot. Her eyes are full of joy. When I got excellent grades, her eyes were happy; When I feel pressure in my study, her eyes are encouraging; When I am in a bad mood, her eyes are very soothing.
Her eyes have a beautiful name, the most beautiful word in the world, and that is mother.