Chapter 1: Thanksgiving Story Flowers thank the earth, which gave it life; The goshawk thanked the sky and let them fly freely; The painters thanked the wonderful scenery, which inspired them. I want to thank my mother.
From the moment I came into this world, she accompanied me day and night. When I shed tears, she will constantly comfort and encourage me; When I get good grades and dance, she will warn me not to be complacent; When I am in danger, she will stand up and protect me regardless ... My mother has done a lot for me, but I have never returned it.
Today is Mother's Day. With a grateful heart, do a trivial thing for the mother who works day and night-make a love cake. I first found a small stainless steel basin, beat the eggs in, poured all the sugar in at once, and then began to stir the eggs. Then add flour and baking powder to the eggs and stir in one direction. When the cake ingredients are almost mixed, pour these "semi-finished products" into a pot coated with peanut oil and finally put them into a microwave oven. With the sound of "ding", a loose and soft cake was finally freshly baked. I am admiring my masterpiece. The door creaked and mom came back from work.
I was so nervous that my heart jumped like a rabbit. I saw her leaning back on the sofa wearily, her face covered with hard work. I immediately quietly picked up the cake and walked quietly to my mother, but I was surprised to find that my mother was no longer young: her black hair was mixed with a few naughty silver wires, and a few crow's feet climbed up on her forehead. "Mom ... happy holidays ... you eat the cake!" Somehow, my words became intermittent.
At this time, my mother cooked for me, worked for my family day and night, braved the downpour to send me rain, and took care of me every day. My mother looked at the cake in my hand and was shocked at once. After a while, my mother came to her senses, reached out her bony hand, took my cake, put it on the table, put her arms around me, smiled and kissed my face, and said, "Good daughter, thank you, you really grew up and know how to be grateful ..." With that, she picked up a piece of paper containing my hard work. And choked: "This is the best cake I have ever eaten." I looked at my mother and found a happy smile on her face, and happiness clung to her face like a mask.
Yes, how can this scene not be touching? This love cake taught me to be grateful, but nothing grows, and I get three blessings. In the future, I will study hard and repay my mother's painstaking care.
Chapter 2: Thanksgiving Story After the summer vacation, I silently said to myself, What have I learned this summer vacation? Take care of yourself? Make friends? Is it calligraphy? No, I don't think so. I think I have learned to be grateful.
Take a meal as an example. I used to be very picky about food. I don't know how hard it is for my mother to cook a meal, but this summer vacation has taught me all this. On this day, my mother let me have breakfast, and then hurriedly asked me to go out to buy food. About half an hour later, my mother came home with big bags and small bags, and went into the kitchen, busy picking vegetables, washing vegetables and cutting vegetables, and making all the preparations for lunch. After a long rest, she was busy cooking again. After that, a delicious meal was served. ...
What is gratitude? I've thought about it for a long time, and I feel that gratitude is actually to help my mother do something within her power to reduce her burden; Gratitude means studying hard, and don't let your parents' hard work be wasted on yourself ... There are too many facts in life that we need to be grateful for.
Being kind to parents is actually the most common gratitude. Therefore, we should try our best to avoid being flushed with adults in order to achieve our own goals, and don't be so rebellious when talking to parents. Instead, you should make a cup of tea, beat your back and rub your shoulders from time to time. Only in this way can your hard-working parents feel a little relieved.
This summer vacation left a deep memory for me and made me understand an unforgettable truth. Everyone should have a grateful heart and then repay those who have helped themselves.
Chapter 3: Thanksgiving Story Time is the best way to witness friendship. As the ancients said, there is a long way to go, and Xiu Yuan knows the horsepower. Time is the only measure to test whether friendship lasts. True friendship can stand the test of time.
In recent years, what I owe most is human feelings, which is also the most mature stage in my life. The ancients said, forty is not confusing, it is true. Without these six years of study, reflection and summary, I may not even know how I failed. Are those successful people accidental?
So, I learned to be grateful, perhaps because I lack maternal love. I have learned something that I have never seen before, what is friendship between friends, what is mutual affection between husband and wife, and what is the high hope and care of leaders. Therefore, years have made me more mature. Although I am a loser, I said: I will never regret it when I die, because I know what real life is.
When I look back at the distance I have traveled, it is really too difficult. Without the help of so many people, I can hardly sustain myself (materially and spiritually). People are always plagued by disease, unemployment and poverty. Among the previous directors, Li Yiming, Sui Guiyuan, Lu, Shan Hui and Pan were all very kind to me. I can't forget their various benefits to me. Of course, I have many friends, but Lao Sui is an old leader, which is the turning point of my whole life. 1At the end of 993, after the completion of Liang Shi Highway, I gave a lot of support before and after heart surgery in Beijing. The operation was very successful, and I am very grateful to all the medical staff in Fuwai Hospital. So it is really a great contribution to have such a good ending today, so I miss his old man's house very much.
Seeing that his old man is also ill, I don't know how to help him tide over the difficulties. I secretly prayed for him before God, wishing him a speedy recovery!
It is sometimes difficult for people to live in this world, and there are many unpredictable things, but facing this world with a grateful heart, I think this world will become better. Glaciers can melt and the earth will shine, so gratitude is very important for everyone.
Friends, learn to be grateful!
Chapter 4: The Story of Gratitude: Gratitude can make people see all the good things in life. A person who is always grateful will be happy, happy and have a perfect and warm heart.
When I get up in the morning, there are two or three rays of oblique sunshine in the hut. I feel warm in the sun. I stretched and thanked God for giving me warm sunshine. I got out of bed, put on clothes and pants, and thanked the bed for giving me a good night's sleep; After brushing my teeth, I thanked my toothbrush and toothpaste for giving me two rows of white teeth. After washing your face, be grateful to Shui Xin. She gave me a clean face. ...
After breakfast, I picked up my schoolbag and skipped to school. Another day, I began to get in close contact with my teacher. The teacher taught us a lot of knowledge and how to be a diligent, patriotic and upright child. I thank the teacher. When we are hurt, it is the teacher who smoothes our wounds with gentle hands. When we are happy, the teacher shares happiness with us. When we make mistakes, the teacher will correct us. When we were proud, the teacher told us seriously that the proud peacock could not fly high. I am grateful to my teacher. She never asks her students to be pine trees on the mountain, not weeds at the foot of the mountain. She never cares whether her students are flowers or green leaves. She often tells us that everyone has his own bright spot. As long as you keep digging, there will always be a way. She said that flowers can't show their beauty without the green leaves. Although she is not a philosopher, but an ordinary teacher, her words taught me gratitude and let us know what real life is.
When I finished a day's school life and came home with a heavy schoolbag, it was grandma's kind face, dad's smiling face and mom's hot meal. I am grateful for our beautiful home-my emotional post and my safe haven.
Gratitude can make people see all the good things in life. Let's be a grateful person. Isn't this a wonderful world?
Chapter five: Thanksgiving story life, a wonderful world. In life, grateful hearts are everywhere, and gratitude makes me memorable; Gratitude makes me unforgettable; Gratitude makes me look forward to gratitude more, and makes me feel more!
My father has been busy all his life and is very worried about my study. Worried about family conflicts; Depressed by the workload. Finally, one day, my kind and diligent father was hospitalized because of a dull pain in his heart.
When I went to the hospital, I saw my father sleeping. I walked gently to my father's bed and touched his bright forehead. Tears of hate fell on his face and woke his father up: "Dad, if you are tired, go to sleep!" " "After tucking my father in, I walked home alone. When I got home, I suddenly remembered that today was my father's birthday. So I took a piece of cloth and stuffed a lot of cotton into it. Where did I get some stitches? A small heart-shaped pillow came out with the words "good health" embroidered on it. Holding this pillow, I suddenly felt so warm that tears came down unconsciously. I am thinking: Is this my father's fate? Is this how God's will plays tricks on people? I cried with my pillow in my arms. When I delivered dinner to my father at night, I handed the pillow to my father: "Happy birthday, Dad, I made it for you myself. "After my father accepted my gift, his eyes narrowed into a line. I am also very pleased, because my father's spirit is obviously much better.
A week later, my father was finally discharged from the hospital. As soon as he saw me, he smiled from ear to ear. He hugged me and said, "Thank you, my daughter!" " "
Life is full of miracles! Because of that time, I learned to be grateful; Because that time, I matured; Because that time, I grew up! I really hope dad can take care of himself, because dad is the pillar of our life!
Chapter six: Before the story of gratitude, I didn't know what gratitude was, but in my life, I gradually realized the true meaning of gratitude, which can make life more colorful. Learn to be grateful and life will become meaningful. Now that I think about it, I have a lot to thank.
I thank my parents for giving me life and a warm home.
Dad, you are the safe and warm backer in your daughter's heart. It can refresh you when you are tired. Dad, you are the other side of the vast ocean in your daughter's heart, waiting for her on the other side; Dad, you are the sun in your daughter's heart, and the dazzling light has driven away the shadow in her heart ... Dad, thank you for everything you have done for your daughter.
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son, and she sews them carefully and thoroughly ..." This poem praises the noblest maternal love in the world and describes our mother's meticulous care. Time flies, and faint wrinkles have grown on my mother's face. Looking at the faint wrinkles on my mother's face, I recalled my previous waywardness and felt extremely ashamed. Mom, thank you for all your tolerance and tolerance for my daughter.
I thank the teacher. When we are happy, the teacher shares happiness with us. When we make mistakes, the teacher will correct us. When we are proud, the teacher tells us seriously that modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind. I am grateful to my teacher. She never asks her students to be pine trees on the mountain, not weeds at the foot of the mountain. She never cares whether her students make flowers or green leaves. She often tells us that everyone has his own bright spot. As long as you keep digging, you will shine your own unique light. Although she is not a philosopher, but an ordinary teacher, her words taught me gratitude and let us know what real life is. Teacher, thank you for your teaching and for telling the students everything.
In retrospect, I should thank many people.
Chapter 7: Thanksgiving Story: Family, a gentle spring gushes from the heart and moistens the whole body, just like a crisp light rain moistens the earth and evokes the vitality of early spring.
Affection, although not as graceful as the beautiful flowers with red calyx all over the mountains, is not as magnificent as the waterfall that "flies down three thousands of feet", and it is not as earth-shattering and shocking as the giant thunder that "the god of thunder and lightning, the hills collapse and urge". But she is gentle as water and warm as spring, which brings unforgettable feelings to people.
There are stories of crows feeding back, lambs bowing down to their mothers' affection, and elves returning to their roots with fallen leaves. There is a very frank sentence: "I can't live without my grandmother, and my grandmother can't live without me for the rest of her life." The mother and son are more dependent on each other and can't waste the distance. " There is also a heavy affection that makes me burst into tears. A mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and needed a kidney transplant. Relatives at home are at a loss, and only her five-year-old daughter shoulders the heavy responsibility. At an early age, I sold flowers and fruits on the streets and trains just to earn money for my mother's kidney disease. Nothing can stop her deep love for her mother. How strong and powerful is the will to bear the load in that young and thin body! Simply put, affection is just a small nest built by several branches. But I'm young, and I can jump into it at once. There is a bowl of water in it, which is cool and sweet, nourishing my thirsty soul. There is a bulging bag, full of fragrance, full of my endless desires; There is a bed inside, soft and warm, soothing my inexplicable sadness; There is also a potted flower, a painting, a poem, decorated with some reminders and embedded with some entrustment. ...
Emotion is a guitar that is carried obliquely. The deeper you love, the more you can touch your heartstrings. Family is a vine, no matter where you are, it always holds your hand tightly; Affection is a bunch of keys hanging around the neck, opening the melancholy doors and windows. Love, between the eyebrows, in a shallow smile, in my lyric ditty.
Touched by family, intoxicated by family, infatuated with family.
Chapter 8: The story of gratitude is in my heart. Your love for me is as strong as steel. Your love for me is like a river, endless, and your love for me is as careful as caring for seedlings.
I remember one winter, the cold wind was biting, and the wind hurt like a knife on my face. That night, I had a fever and my headache was buzzing. I not only feel cold, but also sweat all over.
Dad saw me burning badly. So, riding a car to send me to the hospital, I was confused all the way, and my mouth kept shouting: "I am cold, I am cold." Dad immediately took off his coat and put it on for me.
On a snowy night, my father only wears a sweater and drives in a rainstorm on a cold night. Dad was shivering with cold ... I don't know how long it took, but we arrived at the hospital.
Dad shook off the snow and carried me to the hospital bed. When the doctor gave me an intravenous drip, I fell asleep and had no idea what happened afterwards.
I don't know how long, I woke up. So far, it's strange. I only saw my father fall asleep by the bed. I looked at my father's dark circles, his chapped hands, his white hair, and his eyes were full of tears.
After my father woke up, he bought me steamed bread to eat, but he was eating steamed bread himself. I looked up at my father's pale face, looked at his pale lips, and tears fell down again.
Dad, your love for me is selfless. Now I understand. In the future, if you are dizzy, I will be your eyes, and if you bend over, I will be your crutch. Because you have me today, let me understand the importance of gratitude.