Extraordinary eyes

There is a grandfather in our village, about seventy years old, not tall, but black and thin. If he is an oxygen-deficient black mud, it is really no longer a good image. Always wearing a dark blue long scorpion, not very clean but very neat, he has no children, relying on plastic bottles and waste paper in the village to maintain his life, because he is surnamed Wang, so people call him " Old king head."

Lao Wangtou got up very early on weekdays. He went to school to pick up the bottles. When the students came to school, he had already passed the whole school. He is very kind and very fond of children. When the students are in class, he is sitting on the wall facing the teaching building, watching the children play with joy on the playground, listening to the most beautiful playfulness in the world, sometimes on the face. The overflowing smile is very enjoyable, and there is the kind of envious eyes.

At the time of the holiday, the old man’s head was always unhappy and could not see the natural smile. Later, my teacher, Guoxiao, said that it was because he couldn’t come to school to watch this group of children every day, and he couldn’t come to school to pick up the bottle. I saw him on the street once, and the sad eyes, expressionless, can be seen how much he is sad.

On the day of the holiday, I went to the teacher's house to play with a few classmates. After a short time, I heard someone knocking at the door. It was the old king. I was very surprised with my classmates. Later I learned that I was talking about my relatives, Lao Wang. The head and the teacher called the old aunt. I vaguely heard that the old king said this: "My aunt, when is the school, how many days, I want to go back to school." I heard this, I can't help but go out and see, he is full of desire. The eyes seem to be able to touch everything, and I can’t wait to start school today. We have an in-depth understanding of the old king's head.

After school, the campus was filled with joyful laughter again. The old king also came back, and his cheerful and happy eyes, I saw a fiery and incomparable heart from his eyes.

The old king’s head began to sip the bottle every day at school and watch the happy time of the children. We have noticed this person since then, and we are no longer throwing things. Whenever we have empty bottles or waste paper, we take the initiative to send him. He always smiles and says. Thank you.

It has been two months since then. One day we suddenly discovered that the old king did not come to school. There are two weeks in succession. We are curious but also worried, worrying about something happening. So we went to the teacher, the teacher told us that the old king died, just a few days ago, there was no funeral. The teacher was afraid that we were sad and didn't tell us. Seeing the teacher’s sad eyes and tears, we are silent, an optimistic and happy old man, and he died when he died. We decided to take over his job.

From then on, we used the spare time to collect waste paper in the school, and handed the money to the school, which is also a part of the school's construction.

The shadow of the old king's head is deeply imprinted in the hearts of each of us.

The third day: laughter is not made by heart