Have you ever thought about gratitude composition 1? Do you feel grateful whenever others help you? In life, there are many people who will help you, but we should thank those who help us. However, in life, people are not the only ones who help us, such as water, grass, flowers and trees. They are also helping us to make our air fresh and the earth colorful. These natural things always help us.
Whenever I walk into the garden, the fragrance of flowers helps me put my troubles behind me. The white crane invited butterflies and bees to visit and invited them to drink a unique cup of nectar to help insects have food to eat. In order to thank the flowers, the insects in the garden sang the song "Grateful Heart" in succession. The flowers are very happy, opening their petals one by one, and the morning glory is playing with a big horn.
The scenery on the mountain makes me relaxed and happy, especially the water on the mountain is very different from the water in the ditch. The scenery on the mountain let me know how to paint the beautiful scenery on the mountain, and it also helped me relieve the pressure, so I like coming to the mountain very much.
Although we can't do anything to thank, we can protect all things in nature and not destroy them, which can also represent our gratitude for all things in nature.
Gratitude Composition 2 Youth is the dew rolling on the newly sprouted leaves in the early morning of spring, crystal clear, pure and perfect, but it is so short, and disappears after the sun rises.
Learn to cherish youth in time.
Li Dazhao once said that young people are the king of life, the spring of life and the glory of life. Youth is the best time in life, and I keep catching up. Even in the cold morning, I slept like a soldier. Hearing the whistle of the dormitory urging me to get up, I immediately lifted the quilt, grabbed the clothes I prepared last night and quickly got in place. Don't forget to recite the words when you brush your teeth. Don't waste time. I trotted into the classroom and read aloud to start my day's study trip. With all kinds of new monsoon currents, religious reforms and characteristics, the classroom has become lively. Youth is the key to running. The faster the pace, the more flowing, full of domineering.
Youth, learn to be confident in confusion.
I am young and under the pressure of the coming college entrance examination. The more out of reach, the more overwhelmed. I experienced the joys and sorrows of friendship in my youth, probably because my good partner didn't go to the toilet together, and her attitude would turn 360 degrees; I am young, burdened with my parents' ardent expectation of caring for my teachers and longing for a perfect future. I can't wait to grow up and enjoy the freedom of college students at once, but I am squeezed by the papers handed down, growling at the bright red scores, and regretting my efforts and disproportionate returns with tears. My youth is confused.
However, whose youth is not confused? Is youth not confused? Guo Xiaosi said that life is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not be full of amorous feelings because of your sentimentality.
My youth should be confident.
The source of self-confidence nourishes the flower of dreams. It calls me again and again in my dreams. Only with self-confidence can we move towards a mature life. Yes, youth is to try boldly! Confusion is not terrible, what is terrible is inner degeneration! The capital of youth is nothing but fearlessness! When you encounter obstacles in your study, don't shrink back, ask your classmates around you, seek the teacher's guidance, and visit another promising village. Failure, I told myself not to be discouraged, failure is the son of success, pack up my emotions and continue on the road. Dare to pursue dreams, dare to tap the potential of self, and live up to youth.
My youth should be warm-blooded.
It is composed of blood drops of will and sweat of struggle. Ke Jingteng's youth fell in love with studying for Shen Jiayi, and so did mine. I stayed up reading in the dormitory, listening to my roommate's breathing, and I was tired, just like this lamp was fully charged only after a long time of charging. Glory lies in dullness, and difficulty lies in eternity. But what I do here is not to turn off the lights and sleep with my head held high. I will gently get out of bed and wash my cold face, and continue to work hard in the long night. I want to leave a regretless regret for my youth. Whenever this time, my ideal and my persistence will turn into a blazing sun, shining on my head, shining 10 thousand times more than the light.
Everyone's youth has a symbol of self. My youth is snow lotus on the mountain. Its harsh environment torments climbers, but it also exercises me. Grateful for youth, this is the most beautiful gift that youth has given me.
Grateful Composition 3 "Grateful Heart, Thank You" Only when I am with you can I awaken my grateful heart. When I first felt helpless, it was a stranger who gave me a helping hand.
I was only six years old. My mother took me to the farmer's market to play. Wow! As soon as I entered the market, the cows, horses, chickens and ducks there attracted my attention. Because it's my first time to go, I'm excited to run around, look at this and touch that, and both of them are interested. At this moment, I came to a chicken shop. On entering the door, many chickens were tied up and hung on the shelf. There are also chickens that have lost their hair. The floor was spattered with blood. The sight before me gives me the creeps. It's pathetic to suddenly think of those innocent chickens slaughtered. I was just about to tell my mother how pathetic the chicken was, and when I looked up, I found that my mother was no longer with me. At this time, fear suddenly struck me, and I felt like a chicken leaving my mother, unfamiliar and insecure everywhere. So I burst into tears and cried as I walked, attracting passers-by to stop and watch. At this moment, a strange uncle stood in front of me and said with a smile whether he was lost with his mother. I stopped crying and looked up at the stranger without answering him. The uncle seemed to see my distrust, so he continued, "You can wait at your mother's car, and she will definitely ride back." Hearing this, I suddenly remembered that my mother's car was at the gate. My uncle led me to the car at the gate to wait for my mother, and my mother came in a hurry. I threw myself impatiently into my mother's arms. But when I turned to tell my mother that this uncle had brought me, the strange uncle had already left. ...
It is because of this strange uncle's help that I know the warmth of our big social family and awaken my grateful heart. After that, I also helped others with this grateful heart.
Last summer, on a Sunday night, my mother and I went to the supermarket to play. At the gate of the supermarket, we met a little girl who was lost like me. Seeing the little girl crying helplessly there, I went over to comfort her not to cry and stood with her until her mother came back. ...
I think gratitude is more than just helping lost children find their families. When I learned from the internet that some children in poor mountainous areas didn't have books to read today, I asked my mother to help me mail the picture books I had read to them. During the Yushu earthquake, I took out my spare change and donated it to the people in the disaster area. ...
Learning to be grateful will enrich our lives and make our society more harmonious and beautiful. Please pass on this grateful heart like a fire from generation to generation.
Thanksgiving composition 4 mother, an ordinary and simple word. Motherly love is the same. In ancient times, Meng Jiao once said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? " So what is maternal love? Some people say: "Motherly love is the sunshine in winter, which warms a child's heart. Motherly love is a flame that melts the cold heart a little. " But I think: "Motherly love is the dry water in the desert, which irrigates the withered land for us."
Are you still complaining that your mother gave you too little? Are you still resentful that mom didn't buy you a favorite gift? Are you still arguing with your mother about a little difference? Well, my friend, you are actually wrong. She gave us life, as the saying goes: "October is pregnant, one delivery." She worked hard to raise us and wasted her youth for our growth. She devoted all her energy to watering the flowers of love for us. Why can't we repay her with a grateful heart? Why make her worry about us? Do you understand that she is getting old and spending less and less time with us?
I once saw a story on the Internet:
Two mothers gave birth to a daughter. The daughter is very beautiful. Unfortunately, however, my daughter was born blind in her left eye. What a blow to an ordinary family! Her mother is a widow. In order that her daughter will not be laughed at when she grows up, she will never marry again and accompany her daughter for life. Mother and daughter live together. Their lives are poor, but they are happy. But one day, the bad news came, and my daughter suddenly found that her left eye was out of sight.
When the daughter told her mother the news, her mother's first reaction was: cure. But for an ordinary family, how much is this expense? The mother took out her perennial savings and accompanied her daughter to the big hospital for examination. I found that my daughter was born blind in her left eye and needed to change her cornea. Mother resolutely and absolutely wants to exchange her cornea for her daughter. In fact, women don't understand, and so does mother, who has always been blind. Mother always kept this secret until one year. ...
My daughter is married and has a family, and she has repeatedly asked her mother to enjoy a perfect life with her. But my mother always refuses. She doesn't want to burden her daughter too much. Until one day, the mother found her daughter only by her own touch, until her daughter became ill. On the way, my mother was completely blind and crawled on the ground. Finally, the long wait finally allowed the mother to find her daughter. But my daughter found that there seemed to be something wrong with her mother's eyes, and when she asked, she realized that my mother's eyes were completely blind. ...
In order to cure her daughter's eyes, the mother put down her cornea and let her daughter's left eye see again. I'm blind. ...
Yes, this is maternal love. Motherly love is the sea, affectionate and broad. We should repay her selfless love with a grateful heart.
Ah, friends, please close our eyes and feel these troubles and thoughts that have already been left in the corner!
Everyone who lives in this world should always be grateful. We should thank our parents for raising us for many years. We want to thank the teachers for their hard work. We should thank the society and their concern for us. My parents are the two most important people in my life. My mother brought me into this world and gave me love. My father taught me to care about others. One day more than ten years ago, a baby was born, and parents greeted the baby with a smile. The arrival of this baby has also increased the burden on parents. Parents shoulder the responsibility of raising their children. Although this burden is heavy, parents raise their babies without complaint. In order to give the baby a comfortable living environment, the father works hard outside and the mother takes care of the baby, but the baby always thinks that it is natural for parents to take care of themselves and pay for themselves. Because she doesn't understand and don't know the hard work of her parents.
This sensible baby is me. Now the baby has grown up and become a sensible middle school student. She knows to be considerate and grateful to her parents with a grateful heart. Teachers are the beacon of my life, guiding me to the road to success. From an ignorant child who babbles, to a teenager who is now grown up and sensible. It is the teacher who leads the students to the right path, selflessly and unreservedly imparting their knowledge to the students and working silently. Teachers are hardworking gardeners with no regrets in the motherland, diligently cultivating the flowers of the motherland. Teacher love is called "teacher-student affection". When I am lost, an encouraging look and a comforting word from the teacher always make me feel warm; When I make a mistake, the teacher's critical words always make me feel guilty for several days; When I succeeded, my teacher told me, "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind".
A teacher once said: We don't need too much praise or flowery words, but we love the sacred profession of teachers and a group of lovely and simple students. This sentence is undoubtedly the voice of all teachers. Teachers only hope that students can learn knowledge and have a bright future in the future. I thank the teacher for his hard work and teaching. However, no matter how gorgeous the language is, it is better for us to repay the teacher's teaching with love and action. We also want to thank this society. It is precisely because of this society that many kind and innocent people have been helped. If there was no "China Foundation for Poverty Alleviation" in Wenchuan earthquake, where would the affected people get food, drinks and tents? When people learned that people in Wenchuan earthquake had no place to live and no food, they went to the website of China Red Cross Foundation to donate money and materials. At that time, the "Hong Kong Special Administrative Region" also urgently allocated hundreds of tents to the disaster area, and also sent special personnel to the disaster area to inspect the disaster situation and express condolences to the victims. Without the help of the whole society, how could the trauma brought by the earthquake to Wenchuan people recover so quickly? Moreover, more than three years have passed since the earthquake. Wenchuan is much more beautiful now than before the earthquake, and the local economy is very prosperous. The local people also like Wenchuan now, and they live happily there. Please believe that our society is great and it needs our care.
On a clear night, the stars pour down and light up the front for us. And on cloudy nights, should we also light the candles of gratitude and help the stars find their way home? Gratitude can turn a heart into a clear spring, rippling with sweet and fragrant happiness. Gratitude can broaden a heart into a Yuan Ye with the richness of spring flowers and autumn fruits. Gratitude can make a soul firm and persistent and give us confidence and courage to make unremitting progress in life. Sincere gratitude begins with a true understanding of the true meaning of love; Sincere gratitude begins with the true taste of love and warmth in our lives; Sincere gratitude should start from dribs and drabs and feel the love around you.
Some people are worth your life, because she will be an eternal memory in your heart. -inscription
Dream, broken; Heart, cold Passionate emotions are extinguished instantly, and dreams are far away; The heart is not hot. A year ago, I lost my dream and fell into the abyss of life. At the dark intersection, I was in tears. Wandering, hesitating, confused, no direction. Lost, depressed, without faith.
I thought dreams would never flash again. I thought that a bird with broken wings would never know how to fly again, but the appearance of an angel cut through the darkness, and I was no longer me. Angels gave me faith. The angel told me that the dawn after dawn is brighter. Angels let me regain my dreams and let me see that the future road can still lead to light.
At first, I couldn't feel confident in my heart and did some trivial things. Maybe I just arrived in a new environment, so I can't adapt to this kind of life, and I am helpless. So I will talk to the angel in my notebook and tell her what I think. She always tries her best to soothe my heart.
Slowly, I adapted to the pace of life in the new environment and started a new life journey. Gradually, I changed, no longer feel inferior, no longer silent. The shadow of the past is also disappearing.
The comfort of angels is my magic weapon to deal with setbacks, and the encouragement of angels is my motivation to do things. The best gift that angels bring me is not comfort or encouragement, but confidence. The angel found my advantage-writing. She made me see my value in the change, which is intangible wealth.
The angel didn't praise me. The angel just told me that only by practicing writing constantly can I improve my writing potential. I listen to the angel's teaching with an open mind, because my opinion is the same.
No one is perfect, and making mistakes is the only way to grow up. It's my fault to be criticized by angels. At the same time, I also realized the seriousness of my mistake. Angel's criticism was not insulting at all. Angel's criticism is a serious education.
I never thought that I could meet such an angel when I was most lost and helpless. I never thought that broken dreams could be pieced together again. It's all because of her, an angel-class teacher. A year later, I set off with my dream again. I, wandering at the second intersection, try to learn to walk forward in the best way, observe the direction of the road, and learn to visually measure the length of the road, so that I won't burst into tears at the intersection again.
Thanks to you, I learned to be confident and strong. Thanks to you, my dream set sail again. I believe that as long as youth is still there and confidence is in my heart, then tomorrow's tomorrow is an expectation. Dream, unbroken, heart, heat. Passionate emotions have been picked up, dreams still need to be pursued, hearts still, waiting for the next tomorrow.
Postscript: Teacher, many words can't be said. I am grateful, always remember! Failure is the transition period of success, I will work hard and rush! Let's go Let's go
Grateful Composition 7 Life in the world is accompanied by a grateful heart, which I deeply felt after reading Notre Dame de Paris. In the article, I saw a lot of dirty qualities, but hidden among them, there is another quality I noticed, called gratitude. The plot of Notre Dame always revolves around Portia girl Esmeralda, the vice bishop of Notre Dame Claude frollo and the bell ringer quasimodo.
The kind and beautiful Esmeralda couldn't bear to see an innocent person executed, and accepted the poet Gan Guo Wa as her nominal husband to save her life. On the guillotine, he let bygones be bygones. When quasimodo was whipped in the scorching sun and cried out for thirst, she was the only one who brought water to poor quasimodo. But it was such a kind-hearted girl who was finally accused of killing witches and sentenced to hang. She is the embodiment of goodness and beauty. Archbishop Claude is a charming man with an ugly heart. For selfish reasons, he asked quasimodo to kidnap Esmeralda. He stabbed Phobos out of jealousy, but framed Esmeralda; He executed Esmeralda because he couldn't get her love.
He is the embodiment of evil and ugliness. Quasimodo is an ugly bell ringer with a noble heart. The tragic fate of his childhood made him do his best to help Claude after accepting his kindness and listen to Claude, even if Claude was wrong. However, he was finally influenced by Esmeralda.
He distinguished good from evil, beauty from ugliness, and finally punished Claude, a sinner. He is the embodiment of beauty and sublimity. His beauty is invisible, but it is really gorgeous. Gratitude, which sounds easier said than done, quasimodo did it. At first, he thought Claude was the god in his own world, so he listened to Claude, just because Claude adopted him. This kind of gratitude is really admirable.
It is really shameful that more people bite the hand that feeds them and bite the hand that feeds them. People are emotional animals and thoughtful animals. These two characteristics distinguish or surpass any other animal. Like Esmeralda, people can be kind to quasimodo before being influenced by Esmeralda, treat others with gratitude, kindness and courage, remember the kindness of others and look back for their shortcomings. However, people nowadays have more places like Claude, and there are many dirty qualities in people's eyes. Why not remember to be grateful? Without gratitude, you can't do great things.
I remember that a successful person expressed infinite gratitude to the teacher in his speech before. It is not surprising that such a person can succeed. Of course, there are many kinds of gratitude. Gratitude to parents is ever-present, because our growth is inseparable from their efforts. Even if we don't agree with them when we grow up, we should try not to do anything that makes them sad. After all, filial piety comes first. We should also be grateful to our elders and teachers. It is the knowledge they instilled in us. The skills taught have changed our destiny and adapted us to the society. We should always remember their kindness. We should be grateful for the kindness of our friends. When friends help us, we should also remember to reciprocate. Perhaps this will be considered as haggling over every ounce, but gratitude and kindness always have no objection to people. To strangers, they helped us. Maybe we don't have a chance to repay them directly, but we can pass on this kind of care for strangers through practical actions, so that love can live in everyone's heart and gratitude can be placed in everyone's heart. Quasimodo is the most complicated person in Notre Dame de Paris. His gratitude and sublimity deeply infected me and deepened my understanding of gratitude. We should be grateful, happy because of gratitude, and grow up in gratitude!
How many people still remember the cartoons I watched when I was a child and the cartoon characters I was fascinated with before?
Yesterday, my little cousin clamored to watch cartoons. I turned on the TV and pressed "13" on the remote control. There is "big head son and small head father" on TV. I'm not surprised. How many days have I not watched the children's channel? It seems like a long time, so long that I forgot how obsessed I am with CCTV 14. Cartoons have been played one after another, and few of them are familiar with them, but "Big Head Son and Little Head Dad" is still on. The big-headed son who doesn't grow up is still active in front of the screen every day, accompanied by a small-headed father and an apron mother who will never grow old. But we are growing. They sent away our childhood and entered the childhood of another group of children ... so year after year, they brought joy to the children day after day.
I don't remember how many years ago. I have a bowl full of rice and spinach. Then sit on a small bench and watch Popeye. I was fascinated by it and forgot to eat. When the adults finished cleaning up the dishes, they became angry when they saw that my bowl had not moved at all. They picked me up and hit me. "I don't want to eat." I quickly begged for mercy: "I eat, I eat." Then take a bowl and put spinach in your mouth, and the adults will say nothing. I guess at that time, I must have thought that I would become very strong after eating spinach and punched the adults who bullied me into the sky.
When I was a child, I was silly and naive to believe everything in animation and worried about the fate of the protagonist in animation. I still remember watching the black cat sheriff knock over the bowl while catching the thief. Remember to laugh when watching crayon Shinchan dance. I still remember crying because the Oriental Shenwa couldn't find her mother ... Those memento mori pieced together my childhood.
Looking back on those days, the idea at that time was really naive, but I am still grateful for those days when I was fascinated by cartoons, those days when I lied that my homework had been finished in order to stay in front of TV on time, and those days when my parents exposed my lies. Those days taught me a lot, what is good and what is evil, who cares about you, and you should cherish who you are.
It is an indisputable fact that we are growing. We no longer think about whether Tom caught Jerry in Tom and Jerry every day, whether there are any questions that can be puzzled, whether the flying policewoman caught a monster or a robber ... In the end, they will all be forgotten by us in the depths of our memory and dusty in places that may never be touched again. So, is this just a dispensable memory? No, that's not true. Without those days, there would be no us today. Without those days when they were fascinated, how can we believe that justice can overcome everything? Without those fascinating days, what can we use to convince ourselves that victory is behind the difficulties?
Appreciate those days that fascinate them, those carefree days that are worth cherishing!
Thanksgiving composition 9 Dear teacher:
Hello! First of all, I wish you all good health, smooth work and all the best in the new year!
Some people say: the teacher is a hard gardener, working silently for the beautiful flowers in the garden; Some people say: the teacher is a drizzle in spring, nourishing our students; Others say: the teacher is a bright sunshine, which radiates her warm light for us future talents. And teacher, you are a towering tree in my heart. On my growing road, give me shelter from the wind and rain and let me grow up healthily.
I remember that after an exam, when my test paper was handed to me, a bright red score pierced my eyes, and I couldn't help but take a breath. At this time, a classmate came over and looked at my grades and smiled gloomily: "Haha, you can be planted this time!" " My tears fell down in disappointment, but this classmate also called many classmates to share "happiness" in no hurry, and finally pretended to be a good person and invited the teacher. My heart is very uncomfortable, and I have been holding back a sense of timidity. He usually fails in the exam, but I never said that about him ... The teacher patiently said to me, "It doesn't matter if you take the exam once, there's nothing to cry about." Just refuel next time, the teacher believes you! " "Teachers trust you", how inspiring this sentence is! I held back my tears and braced myself for the next exam ... My teacher helped me make a study plan and instructed me how to study. With the help of my teacher, my grades have been improving.
Teacher's love is great. Teachers often encourage us, care about us and accompany us on the road of growth.
The school organized a skipping competition. The project we want to take part in is skipping rope. We are afraid one by one. You're the one who bravely stood up and showed us. I saw you walking lightly, keeping up with the rhythm. As soon as your toes left the ground, the rope flashed lightly from your feet. Everyone cheered loudly, and you danced one after another. Everyone's level gradually improved under the teacher's demonstration, although there were some accidents in the final competition.
Teacher, your love is selfless and asks for nothing in return. The ancients said: "The grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." On the way to school, you gave me too much, and I can't repay it. Let me repay your education with excellent results! I will always have a grateful heart in my heart.
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Salute!