The wind is blowing gently,
The sky is still blue,
When the warmth of the world passes you by.
You need the same response,
Face it with a normal heart,
Practice with a grateful heart,
Move with a pure heart.
I always want to gently shout out a name,
Kind and warm.
I always want to shout out a word gently,
Simple and shy.
It's—
Grateful!
After the event, two hearts trembled.
Thank each other again,
Because they have the same ideal,
Let the truth last forever.
The shadow of gratitude
Because it exists, it needs to die,
The world is warm with love.
The shadow of gratitude can be seen everywhere.
In winter, the cold wind whistling,
Occasionally listen to the mournful chirping of a few western Western jackdaw.
At night, when the moon shines,
How many joys and sorrows.
Send a love,
The mind will not be lonely.
Thanks to the initiative of the former,
In exchange for the touch of others.
Gratitude is like a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.
Guide others to understand and feel warm,
Let people fall into endless thinking,
It burns in my heart like a bonfire.
A poem of gratitude
Gratitude is a virtue,
Gratitude is a reward.
This is a response to mutual help,
It is the return of true feelings.
You don't have to have too many gorgeous decorations,
There is no need for too many hypocritical expressions.
Because of the former's initiative to show love,
So there was a sincere response from the latter.
There are really not many things that require truth in the world.
And there are many things in the world that need the truth.
I hope I can help you ~