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老师的眼睛

    ①我永远也忘不了陈老师的那双意见。尽管这双眼睛并不大,也不是“双眼皮”,不相识的人也许会以为这不过是一双挺普通的眼睛罢了。可在我和同学们的心目中,这是世界上最美、最美的眼睛。

    ②许多人说,影星的眼睛很美。可我总觉得她们的眼睛缺少了点什么。而陈老师眼里有的,正是这个。

    ③有一次,我病了,很重,在家躺了一个星期。当我重新坐在课堂上时,那双眼睛总不时地看我几眼。我觉得它仿佛在问我:“身体怎么样,能行吗?”还有一次,我摔坏了腿。陈老师知道了,到家里看我。见我为功课苦恼,就柔声劝慰我别担心功课,安心养好伤,落下的功课她给我补……听着这亲切的话语,望着正在帮我削苹果的老师,我抬起模糊的泪眼,望着那双已经。我觉得陈老师的目光里,有一种软乎乎、甜酥酥的东西包住了我的全身。后来,我终于明白了这就是“爱”啊呀!神圣的爱!是师长对学生炽诚的爱!母亲不也正是这样爱着孩子们吗?我第一次将“母亲”——“老师”这两个词联系起来,觉得那么自然、贴切!

    ④陈老师的眼睛也不总如此。有时竟会那么严厉!有一次测验,她告诉我们最后一道题很难,一定要抓紧时间做前面的。做着做着,我忽然发现有两道应用题在作业上做过。年知怎的,我那不争气的手怎么会放到了作业本上!A可还没等翻开,心就跳得很快,手指也颤得厉害。同时感到有一双严厉的眼睛盯着我,紧紧地盯着我。我一抬头,正与那目光相遇。那目光里充满了责备,B使我的背上像遭了芒刺一般;又像一个正在偷东西的小偷当场被抓住一样惶恐、窘迫、难堪。我的手无力地从作业本上滑落,胆怯地垂下眼睑。我不知自己是怎么交的卷,C只觉得脸上红得厉害,发高烧也未这样难受过。下课了,陈老师问我刚才想什么,我无言辩解,也无法辩解。我偷偷看了陈老师一眼,突然从那目光中看出一种期待,急切的期待。我不敢正视那目光,慌乱地低下头,在那充满期待的目光的注视下,羞愧地,但又是勇敢地承认了错误。陈老师托起我的头,又帮我整好衣领,愉快地说:“这才是个好孩子呢!去把,好好复习功课,祝你下次考好!”我又望了望那双眼睛,那里流露出欣慰与抚爱的笑意。泪水迅速盈满了我的眼眶。含着悔恨与感激交织的泪水,D不知为什么竟会对老师笑了笑,真想对老师说声:“谢谢您!”可不知为什么,又没说出来。

    ⑤每当我想起这件不光彩的事,就脸上发烧;每当我想起陈老师那双美丽的眼睛,就会浑身充满了力量。

    ⑥哦,陈老师的眼睛,所以老师的眼睛,是人类最深邃的,最富有洞察力的眼睛!

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    John was part of my childhood growing up in the 1970s and a link to sunny, fun-filled days spent on the beach at Bangor in Northern Ireland where we went for our summer holidays. To many, he was a mystery. Every afternoon John would wander to the end of the pier (码头) where he fed the seagulls and delighted in the sound of their excited cries as they flew around his head.

    Often I asked my family questions regarding John. Eventually I gave up as no one could tell me anything about him. As I grew up, my visits to the beach became less frequent, and my memories of John buried in a child's imagination.

    Last year memories came flooding back as I walked along the coastline, where I noticed a lady feeding the seagulls on the pier, and I decided to introduce myself. Then I came to know that the lady was John's daughter, and after John left this world she carried out the ritual (惯例), which had held such importance for her father.

    In some strange way I felt we shared a bond, each needing to remember. In return, Lucy told me of John's life, his days in the British Navy (海军) during World War I and how he almost lost hope when his ship was attacked by a German U-boat in the North Sea and he found himself in a lifeboat with five others.

    Close to death, he thought he heard the sound of wings. He put up his hands, only to catch a seagull that had landed on the side of the boat. The seagull saved the lives of the six men as it was used to catch fish, which kept them alive until they reached land. This period of John's life was one he never talked about. But the ritual he first performed as a young man remained a part of him until he died.

    Now I visit Lucy as often as I can, just to chat or very often walk along the beach to the pier end. We enjoy the comfortable silence, each lost in special memories.