When our eyes meet the majesty of the mountains, we understand the eternity of the accumulation of sand and stones; when our eyes focus on the lushness of ancient trees, we discover the footsteps of time; when our eyes pursue the width of the sea, we witness the spectacular gathering of rivers; when our eyes cast our eyes on the splendor of the night sky, we feel the power to break through the darkness……The eyes pass over thousands of mountains and rivers, always giving endless enlightenment to the soul.
Walking on the streets in the summer afternoon, through the transparent glass windows, I saw the gentle and relaxed smiling faces in the cafe, and suddenly someone cast a friendly look. Although it was only for a moment, warmth suddenly rose in my heart. If we say that we are on one bank and others are on the other bank, with a rushing river in between, then friendly eyes are the bridge across the river. Oh, the gaze is a bridge, a bridge that breaks indifference and isolation.
Columbus stood on the top of the mountain, looking up into the distance. Clouds were floating around him, and in the distance were the mighty blue waves of the Atlantic Ocean. His eyes were sharp and firm, as if telling the desire in his heart: he didn't care about his feet, only what lay ahead. Oh, the gaze is faith, a faith that guides the way forward.
The gentle and beautiful Jiangnan is a water town where orioles gracefully sing and swallows chirp. This is a land that has fascinated countless literati and poets. Too many eyes have been cast on her, and she has received too many praises. Ma Zhiyuan admired the south of the Yangtze River with the melancholy of "heartbroken people are at the end of the world" and sang the artistic conception of "people with small bridges and flowing water"; Zhang Zhihe captured the "The beautiful scenery of "peach blossoms, flowing water, mandarin fish fat" and "the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return"; and the most ordinary girl in civilian clothes also admires the south of the Yangtze River with her most simple eyes, performing the leisurely interpretation of "picking lotus in Nantang Autumn", expressing the admiration and comfort in her heart. Oh, the eyes are praise, a kind of praise from the heart.
The mighty river flows, the same water, different feelings, and vastly different eyes. Du Fu used his sad and plaintive eyes to discover the helplessness of "the boundless falling trees rustling under the trees, and the endless Yangtze River rolling in", but Su Shi pursued the heroism of "going to the east of the river to sweep away all the waves" with his unique vision. As for the troubled king Li Yu, it seemed that he could only look at the river alone with sadness and anger, so his eyes were also cast in a desolate color, and he could only see the myriad of sorrows "just like a river of spring water flowing eastward". The poet Li Bai stood high and passionate, and his eyes fell heavily on the water of the Yellow River that "runs to the sea and never returns". Oh, the gaze is an attitude, an attitude condensed by the wind and rain.
The eyes are everywhere, and they reflect the inner joy, anger, sorrow and joy all the time. When life is about to end, let us look back at the once beautiful but now dim youth, and watch the happy past, those tender pains, and those burning years at the edge of time - they will probably turn into the dancing of feathers, the brilliance of dew, or the clarity of eyes.
