My hometown is an impoverished, backward village. When I was at a very young age, people with glasses were almost only seen on the black-and-white television. During those years, glasses were the symbol of knowledge to famers. Out of the desire of knowledge, I was envious of people who wear a pair of glasses very much. If I saw someone with glasses in the street, I would talked to myself, “Wow, so cool. Is he a doctor?”
I never thought that I would have something with glasses at that age, but the story about glasses and I began.
The beginning of the story may be the Kong fu novels. Influenced by my father, I began to read the Kong fu novels when I was at primary school. It sounded not a bad thing, but what made it awful was that I read books in dark light or at front of the television. So it was nature that my eyesight became weaker and weaker. When I went to junior high school, I couldn’t make out the mathematical formula the teacher wrote on the blackboard, even if I sat in the front of the classroom. And then the first pair of glasses in my life appeared.
It was a sunny Sunday and my aunt took me to the eyeglasses store. Then the optometrist measured my eyesight with a strange machine I never saw before. At that moment, I was a little excited as well as nervous. I would be able to get a clear vision of the scenery faraway soon, but I really didn’t know how thick a pair of glasses was going to settle down on my nose. And would they make my nose collapsed? Whether would I be look ugly or not? About two hours after the optometrist had got the date of my eyesight, the black edge glasses appeared in my view. I could brook no delay to put them on. All worries went away the moment I saw the pedestrian, the bookstore, the barbershop at distant so clearly. From that moment on, the world faraway would not be a blurry outline.
It was about a whole week before I adapted to the glasses. And I must be careful when walked, even went up or down the stairs. And thanks to the glasses that I could catch the teachers at classes, and learning became much easier to me.
But the condition became worse when I went to senior high school. My eyesight got weaker and weaker again with the boundless homework and heavy study task. So a new pair of glasses was important to me. And then I got my second one—–a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. I thought that a senior high school student with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses might look much more elegant.
I bought my third pair of glasses when I was at Grade Three. Because of the coming College Entrance Examination, my homework got more and more. And my head had to be buried in the books and examination papers more than ten hours a day. And then the old glasses couldn’t work anymore. My third pair of glasses brought me a great worry. Because of the increasing degree, I could not adapt to the new glasses for a long time. And sometimes I even couldn’t open my eyes. How terrible the time was!
I am a college student now, and wear my white-edge glasses all the day. The glasses are no longer the symbol of the wealthy knowledge. On the contrary, I am envious of so people who have good eyesight. As all know, the glasses may be inconvenient at a lot of occasions. For example, they bring much worries when playing basketball.
This is my story about glasses and I. It’s hard for me to say that I love my glasses, but I really love my eyes. And the last word I want to say is “It’s really important to protect your eyes”.