Grateful composition 1
My mother bought me a book called Charlotte's Web, which impressed me deeply.
This book describes a touching story: a pig named Wilbur lives happily in Mr. zuckerman's home, but when New Year's Day is coming, Mr. zuckerman wants to kill it. Now the pig is in a hurry It is still young and doesn't want to die. Later, it made a friend, a spider named Charlotte. Charlotte knew her friend's predicament and made up her mind to help him. Charlotte wove the words "Ace pig, great, radiant and humble" on her website at different times and places. These words made Wilbur a famous champion pig in the county and saved him from death, but at this time, Charlotte died. He died on his way back to the city, and no one was with him when he died. Wilbur cried sadly, and his rescuer had only one wish, to get his egg back. Later, Wilbur became good friends with Charlotte's daughter and granddaughter, and she will never forget Charlotte. Charlotte is not dead, she will live in her heart forever.
After reading this book, I am very moved. I was moved by Charlotte's help, but others didn't ask for anything in return. I was moved by Wilbur's cherished friendship. I think I should be a "Charlotte" who helps others selflessly when I get along with my classmates and friends in the future. When I accept the help of others, I should be a "Wilbur" who knows how to be grateful and cherish friendship. In the book, I learned a lot of knowledge and the truth of being a man.
Gratitude composition 2
Open the winter vacation homework list and look down one by one. Hey, how can there be this homework: learn to do a housework and experience the hard work of parents. Well, since it's nothing, I'll finish this "special" homework!
What should I do? By the way, my parents like fried tofu best, so I use this dish to practice my hands. So, I found two pieces of tofu and a piece of meat from the refrigerator and started cooking.
As the saying goes, cut both sides of tofu with one knife. I cut tofu three times, five times and twice, but cutting meat is not so easy. The meat is cold, hard and slippery, and you will cut your hand if you are not careful. It's easy to watch mom do it at ordinary times, but it's so difficult to do it by herself. I cut carefully, and in a short time, my arm was sore.
Finally, cut all the dishes. I tried to recall my mother's cooking program in my mind. Oh, by the way, I heat the pan, pour some oil, and then put the meat slices in the pan. I heard a beep, a puff of white smoke, which scared me. I quickly fried it with a spatula. With a click, a drop of hot oil jumped out of the pot and splashed on my arm. It hurt so much that I threw away the spatula. I quickly put my arm under cold water to wash, but the food in the pot burned up at this time.
The seemingly simple housework is so difficult to do. It's tiring to do it once in a while. /kloc-for 0/2 years, since I fell to the ground, my parents have raised me day after day, with three meals a day. When I was in trouble, they gave everything to help me; When I was wronged, they patiently listened to my crying; When I made a mistake, they did not hesitate to forgive me; When I succeed, they will sincerely celebrate for me and share their joy with me. How much effort and sweat they have paid, how many days and nights they have woven, but there is no complaint.
"Filial piety is the first of all virtues". I used to take my parents' love for me for granted, because I didn't understand or know my parents' hard work. Now that you are grown up, you should be considerate of your parents with a grateful heart and take care of and honor your parents. Although we can't share the hardships of life and entrepreneurship for our parents, at least we can let our parents worry less about their own lives. When parents are busy or sick, a caring word and a cup of brewed tea will soothe their parents' anxiety for us.
"Disciple rules, sage training, first filial piety, second honesty", let us keep the traditional virtue of filial piety in mind and implement it in every detail of life, just as Disciple rules said!
Thanksgiving composition 3
The last class on Monday afternoon is the class meeting. The teacher asked me to chair the class meeting with Lu Yunzhong. The topic is: What did our parents give us?
Lu Yunzhong and I thought hard and finally figured out the dialogue. Time seems to want to attend the class meeting as soon as possible, so I set the hour hand forward and soon came to the class meeting in the third quarter.
After Lu raised the question "What did our parents give us", the students' hands were not as active as we thought. It was so quiet in the classroom that you could even hear an embroidery needle fall to the ground. The teacher sat in the last row, shaking his head with his chin in his hands, obviously disappointed with the performance of his classmates. I reminded my classmates that two or three students finally raised their hands. One of the monitor talked about the core: love!
Then, we tell stories around the word "love". Lu Yunzhong took the lead in making trouble. He is talking about his mother. In winter, her hands are often swollen with cold, but her mother rides her bike to work far from home every day, regardless of the cold. She works hard every day and washes clothes for a family of three. Hearing this, I cried. This is the love of his great mother. Speaking of this, he also cried. He must have realized the greatness of maternal love at this time. Everyone cried. They must think of their mother's hand every winter and give themselves a lot.
I also told a story: I heard from my mother that when I was born, I was seriously deprived of oxygen and my face was black and blue. Mom can't move in bed. I can only be anxious like this. Dad and uncle quickly moved oxygen bottles and two big bottles. Grandma hurried to the doctor again and begged the doctor to do his best to save me. The whole family don't want to lose me because they are all busy for me. With the help of my father, uncle, grandfather and grandmother, I survived and almost stepped into the "door" of death. What did my parents give me? Is a precious life! After that, I burst into tears. I wiped my eyes with toilet paper and saw many girls crying and some boys crying. The teacher applauded me. After I finished, more students shared his story with you. In this class, the students began to speak freely.
On the way home, I thought that when I was in primary school, my parents asked me to learn piano, dance, English and calligraphy! Because my extracurricular life is too rich, our family is much poorer than my brothers and sisters. At this moment, I am trying to save money for my parents. Now I want to study hard, get into a good high school and a good university, so that my parents don't have to worry about my tuition. Junior high school also wants to do a "career". In the three years of study and life, I must use my skills to earn more scholarships.
Through this class meeting, I know how much my parents love us. We must be grateful to our parents!
Thanksgiving composition 4
The brightest sunshine in our life is gratitude. Gratitude is a feeling, and learning to be grateful is a noble sentiment. I thank my teachers for cultivating many beautiful flowers. I thank doctors, who make dying people work miracles. I thank my friends, who let me know how to cherish friendship and let me know that unity is strength. I am even more grateful to my mother, an ordinary and great mother. She dedicated herself to me, poured her love into me, and asked for nothing in return. The scene where my mother cares about me will remain in my heart forever.
I remember when I was a child, I liked swinging very much. It was sunny that day, so I pestered my mother to take me to the yard to play on the swing. My mother carried me to the swing and held me tightly with her little hands. She walked across the street and talked to Aunt Zhang. I swing higher and higher, as if I were flying. I accidentally fell to the ground with joy. Suddenly, I was in tears. I want to find my mother, but the wound hurts like a needle. I couldn't get up, so I just sat on the ground and cried. At this time, my mother came back. When she saw me like this, she was startled and ran away like a gust of wind, regretfully saying, "It's all my fault. You shouldn't leave yourself here. " As soon as the voice fell, he picked me up and ran to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor found that the stone cut a big hole in my knee, which would be inflamed if it was not disinfected immediately. As soon as mercuric chloride touches the wound, it hurts badly. Suddenly I found my strong mother crying for me in the corner. At this moment, I cried, I cried, not tears, but tears full of gratitude. I really understood the profound meaning of the word "maternal love".
Students! Thanksgiving, learn to be grateful, winter is no longer cold, and the night is no longer long. Let's take on everything in life with a grateful heart every day!
Gratitude composition 5
As the saying goes, filial piety is the first of all virtues, and filial piety to parents is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. I was deeply moved by this class meeting.
The theme of this class meeting is gratitude to parents. At the beginning of class meeting, the teacher told us two short stories. What moved me most was "A Message from Heaven", which mainly talked about that in the Wenchuan "5. 12" earthquake, rescuers cleared the rubble that was pressed on the victims, and an amazing picture suddenly appeared in front of the rescuers: a young mother fell to the ground in an arch shape. Holding the baby tightly in her arms, the child fell asleep holding her mother's nipple. There is a short message on the mobile phone next to her, which is "a short message from heaven": "Dear baby, if you can live, remember that mom loves you!" When the teacher finished the story, the whole class burst into tears. The teacher asked us if we had done anything to make our parents sad. What do you regret saying? We were all silent and bowed our heads in shame. I remember that when I first started learning Dashan Foreign Language, I didn't read books at home except for finishing my homework. My mother asked me to review books. I said to my mother, "Whether I study or not is my business, not yours." "In hindsight, I think my mother's heart will be broken. I want to say "I'm sorry! "
My parents celebrate our birthdays every year, but we don't know my parents' birthdays. Now that you are grown up, you should be more sensible every day, and let your parents worry less and care more on weekdays.
Grateful composition 6
I didn't know what gratitude was when I was a child. When I grow up, I know that gratitude is a higher level of gratitude than gratitude.
There are too many people to thank, including farmers' uncles, workers' uncles, policemen, doctors … countless, but not many people need to be grateful. Thanking others only needs to say "thank you", but gratitude is different, because gratitude is to truly understand and appreciate each other's hard work from the heart and pay practical actions to repay it. I have always thought that gratitude is simple and difficult.
Our parents brought us into this world, so we naturally enjoy their care, dedication and gifts, and never feel anything wrong, let alone share anything for our parents. Our parents brought us up with great pains. They must work hard to support their families and educate us at the same time. I used to think that gratitude is to make a big career when I grow up, earn a lot of money and give it to my parents. In fact, in ordinary life, aren't some small things we can do also grateful actions? Study hard and get good grades, because I know that my little grades will bring infinite happiness and happiness satisfaction to my parents, so I will repay my parents with excellent grades. Go home from school and finish your homework. Pick up the broom and sweep the floor. After dinner, I rushed over to help my mother wash the dishes; While my father was reading the newspaper, I poured him a cup of hot tea. When I got up in the morning, I folded the quilt and cleaned the room ... My parents praised me and said that I had grown up.
Gratitude is actually not difficult. Studying hard and being a filial child is gratitude to parents.
Grateful composition 7
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts will never change, and every mother has a very pure heart. Whitman's words reminded me of one thing.
I remember it was a Sunday last summer. I came back from my aunt's house by car, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs on the way. At that time, I didn't have any worries in my heart. Although I didn't bring an umbrella, it was not far from home when I got off the bus, and it didn't matter if it rained a little. An hour later, the car returned to the foothills. As soon as the car stopped, I saw my mother standing by the door with an umbrella and shouting my name. Looking intently, I saw the rain splashed on my mother's trouser legs playfully. I smiled happily, because on the opposite side of the misty rain curtain, I saw a pair of eyes full of warm smiles that I met unexpectedly at different times every day. Suddenly I felt a warm current falling from the sky and entering my body.
At the moment, my ears recall Dao Lang's Memories Drifting in the Rain. I want to express my love for my mother with these modified lyrics: "Bit by bit, it floats around, how beautiful my mother is in the rain, how beautiful the world is that day, and the fragrance of my mother is floating in the air. Let the rain fall on my head and let my feelings drift around in the rain. " I looked up at the sky and shouted, "Mom, I love you!" " "
How lucky I am to have my mother in my life. My mother's contribution will make me study hard and climb the peak of my study. This love will stay in my memory forever and become the happiest memory in my life. "
Grateful composition 8
That day, the teacher assigned a special homework: when I got home, I said to my mother seriously, "Mom, I love you."
This stumped me. After all, I seldom express my love for my mother in this way. As soon as I got home from school, I put my schoolbag aside and settled down to think about how to finish the homework assigned by the teacher. At this time, my mother hasn't left work yet. I thought, why don't I practice before my mother comes home? So, I stood in front of the wide mirror and demonstrated in front of it. However, in the mirror, my expression is unnatural or my words are not affectionate. I feel like a lame actor reciting lines, dry and without any feelings. What can I do?
? After careful consideration, I finally came up with a good idea. I closed my eyes and imagined my mother standing in front of me and smiling at me gently. Thinking about it, my smile naturally came and I blurted out, "Mom, I love you!" " " ……
"Hiroko, what are you doing?" A sudden cry startled me. Looking back, my mother stood before me. Facing my mother, if I practiced many times just now, I would get stuck in my throat and say nothing. My mother saw me blush and hesitate, and asked strangely, "Hiroko, what's wrong with you?" Are you sick? "Asked by my mother, it's hard to say if I hold it in my throat. Regardless of my mother's surprise, I turned my head and rushed upstairs and fled into my room. Back to my room, I secretly blamed myself: Hiroko, Hiroko, why are you so lacking in courage? ……
"Go, be a little man and tell your mother your love loudly!" At this moment, there seems to be a voice in my heart encouraging me. Yes, my mother didn't know how much care and love she gave me since I was a child. Why is it so hard to say "I love you" to my mother? A man should have courage! Yes, say my love to my mother loudly! After making up my mind, my mood was completely relaxed. I took a deep breath, adjusted my mind, went downstairs with a smile, came to my mother and said to her naturally and loudly, "Mom, I love you!" " "mom
There seems to be some accident. She paused for a moment, but then, a flower opened on her face and said softly, "Good boy, mom loves you, too." ..... At this moment, I suddenly felt: The taste of love is really wonderful!
Thanksgiving composition 9
I remember when I was a child, I always liked to drag my feet and sleep until dark. An orange street lamp, like a soldier, is waiting for me. In the morning, before we got up, my mother stood in front of me in high spirits. A sad figure flashed through my mind from time to time.
Another night, at the urging of my mother, I reluctantly got into the small bed, slammed the quilt in the dark and muttered something. I got up again when I was sleepy. I walked into the toilet in a daze. Suddenly, the muffled sound of "da da" got into my ear. I suddenly looked up and saw her at a glance! The exhaustion of red eyes is hard to hide, and those dexterous hands are dancing quickly on the computer keyboard. Occasionally, a strand of hair slipped to one side of her face and turned black because she stayed up late. My mother leaned back in the chair and yawned lazily. I paused and looked at it with a hint of love and regret. I watched quietly, too nervous to go out, and my chest was excited about my discovery. "Bin Confucianism, you ..."
/kloc-for 0/2 years, every bit is deeply engraved in my mind, and every move is full of care and concern. When encountering difficulties and setbacks, those warm hands are gently attached to my shoulders and tightly buckled on my heart.
From infancy to babbling, to falling down again and again, to walking up again and again, and then to growing up. The first nursery rhyme, the first sentence and the first word we learned in the moonlight, have you forgotten? Full of affection and tenderness, how many times, my father corrected his mistakes and muttered to himself. When success and joy fill our cheeks and hearts, we sometimes don't even look up to see our parents tired. ...
I don't know how many times I laughed when I was a child, forcing my mother to ask, "Where am I from?" It was my parents who brought me into this world with sweat and tears and raised me stubbornly. In this riddled society, when money and interests are more important than anything else, only parents will give everything for their children; When pure happiness is wasted, only parents are so sincere to their children. ...
I fell in love with writing after primary school, and I like to play endless fantasies in scenes where no one is there. That silky feeling makes me free, carefree and happy. One recent night, I was still writing, but I didn't know there was a cup of hot milk next to me. ...
At this moment, I understand that father and mother are cherished in our life and can't be obtained again.
You know, parents' hearts are always hard-working and happy. They left us a piece of Wang Yang sea to wander around, and they didn't pay anything in return.
Someone asked: Why do we get more impatient as we get closer? That's because our parents spoil and love us, but we take it for granted and even complain about their verbosity. Who gets up early to prepare breakfast when we are still sleepy? Who is it when we sleep, wash clothes and mend clothes in the faint moonlight?
At this moment, I understand that gratitude is actually very simple, that good night before going to bed, that thank you when handing milk, that smiling face when looking at your parents, and handing a pair of clean slippers, even if it looks insignificant! As long as we have a sincere heart, say a kind word and do a small thing.
So, with our still active and boiling hearts, gently comfort the old face!
Gratitude composition 10
Looking forward to, finally looking forward to the holiday, but not Children's Day, nor Mother's Day, but Thanksgiving. I want to thank my mother, who raised me through hard work. How difficult it is! In kindergarten, every night, my mother accompanied me to study, told me stories, cleaned my room and helped me with my crafts. Before going to bed, make me milk, make a quilt, prepare foot washing water, and put away the clothes to wear the next day. After I lay on the soft bed, my mother helped me pack my schoolbag and prepare breakfast for the next day. My mother never lets me make do with it. She always cooks in a different way. In a blink of an eye, I am a third-grade student, and I can do something within my power, but my mother still tries to help me. How much my mother loves me! Mom, I love you, too! Happy thanksgiving!
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