Gray, dirty, yellow and even irritable.
Although I worked hard, I dug this place with a hoe.
No ripe sweet potatoes were found.
Don't talk about poetry, the pastoral of poetry occasionally grows grass.
Occasionally make a nest for insects and find a rice field full of flowers.
From Guangzhou to Dongguan, get off the expressway.
A thorn bird in western Sichuan
Dig 12 poisonous weeds seeds from my back.
I looked up at the sky and smiled, and the river blocked in my heart was dredged.
The torrent is rolling east, not all unhappy people can.
Rescue a bird.
I should thank life.
It likes to stir up trouble.
Didn't push me down the lake of despair. Thanksgiving Poetry: In this grateful world,
People's hearts are full of gratitude, just like Liu Hongjuan and Wan Yun said:
Be grateful to those who gave birth to you, because they let you experience life;
Be grateful to the people who raised you, because they keep you growing.
Be grateful to those who helped you, because they helped you through the difficulties.
Be grateful to those who care about you, because they give you warmth.
Be grateful to those who encourage you, because they give you strength.
Be grateful to those who educate you, because they educate your ignorance.
Be grateful to those who love you, because they make you realize the value of love.
Be grateful to the person who hurts you, because he has tempered your mind;
Be grateful to the person who stumbles you, because he strengthens your legs;
Be grateful to those who cheat you, because he has improved your wisdom;
Be grateful to those who despise you, because they awaken your self-esteem;
Be grateful to the person who abandoned you, because he taught you independence.
Appreciate everything. Learn to be grateful. Thank all the people who let you grow up! Thanksgiving Poetry: Thanksgiving Day is here.
let us
Start right away
Be grateful. I erased the name from my mind.
Took tears out of his eyes.
Let the dead go.
From the grave
I pulled it out.
The person next to him was pushed to the right position from near to far.
Oh, we
From experience, the idea of gratitude is all over the body.
When the tongue touches the upper jaw, it emits words like blue, and the pronunciation is clear and round.
say it out
Miss, the sadness and joy at that time.
Nobody mentioned it.
The one in the circle
Silent people who wake up the morning after Thanksgiving.
And take out the forgotten names one by one? Lovely prophet, he actually
I don't know. We've decided.
At thanksgiving next year.
I miss those silent names and thank my parents for their poems: We grew up in the sunshine of love.
We nourish our true feelings about the world.
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?
How many times I imagined the future with tears in my eyes.
165438+ The last Thursday in October is Thanksgiving Day. Although I am gone, a grateful heart and a grateful feeling will remain in my heart forever.
He who is always grateful is the happiest.
A grateful life is the sweetest.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.
Learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they give me a harmonious and healthy growth space.
Don't forget to say "thank you"
On the road of our growth, there are too many people to be grateful for. Who do you want to thank most? Write your words of thanks on the thank-you card.
There is one word that is the sweetest.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one person who should be grateful most.
Yes-"Mom"
His wrinkles deepened, and she gave me beautiful youth.
His hands are thick, and she gives me warm sunshine.
His back is bent, and she gave me a straight back.
He was dazzled and she gave me bright eyes.
Facing the mother's affection
Listen to my mother's earnest wishes.
We should learn to be grateful, and we should learn to be grateful.
But many times, we are used to receiving this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.
His love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.
A bag of jiaozi is insignificant, but his love is touching.
Let us live a happy life and grow up without worry, which is the wish of all parents. Moderator A: If maternal love is a ship, it will carry us from adolescence to maturity;
Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.
If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;
Then my father's love will be our sail.
What can I thank you for, my parents!
The love of parents is endless.
We keep all our goodwill in mind. Thanksgiving Poetry-Mom and Dad: Plant a millet in spring and reap 10,000 in autumn.
Busy in four seasons, you won't starve to death.
A few days ago, I went to Star Company.
Stepping on the yellow land, I am in the farmland every day.
Vast and boundless, there is a string of shadows.
Hanging high in the hot sun, exposed to meat.
Although I took a breath, I was sweating like a pig in Sichuan.
Wave and sweat, bend down and continue to work.
Pick up the hoe and move slowly, and the back soil has been watered again.
Water one piece at a time and fertilize repeatedly.
A few acres of arable land, the harvest is not simple.
Farmers are bitter and crops are twice as sweet.
Looking up at the sky, fate is locked.
Parents look after their children, dragons and phoenixes fly in the air. Thanksgiving poem-God doesn't answer: I pray God to get rid of my bad habit.
But god didn't answer.
God said that I didn't get rid of bad habits for you, but you gave them up yourself. I prayed to God to let my disabled child make a sound.
But god didn't answer.
God said that his eternal soul is sound and his body is only temporary. I prayed to God for patience.
But god didn't answer.
God says patience is a by-product of pain, not from giving, but from learning.
I prayed to God for happiness.
But god didn't answer.
God said I bless you; Whether you are happy or not is up to you. I prayed to God to relieve my pain.
But god didn't answer.
God says that pain keeps you away from worldly worries and closer to God. I prayed to God for spiritual growth.
But god didn't answer.
God says you have to grow up by yourself!
I prayed to God to give me all kinds of things to enjoy my life.
But god didn't answer.
God says I will give you life, so you can enjoy all kinds of things. I prayed to God. ...
But god didn't answer.
God said, .........., I pray for the kingdom and justice of God and help me to love others as myself.
God said ... ah, you finally understand what I mean. If you love God, please tell your close relatives and friends, and let them know how to pray to God. Gratitude poem: Although it is not a mill, though it is not an ox, though it is not a painter.
But there is the painter's hard work, patience and affection.
However, children grow up, but when children grow up, love will give them beauty.
Looking ahead, I only know how to blame her, and often I only know how to dislike her and hate beautifying my children.
However, children always forget her when they grow up.
How many children in the world understand this truth?
How many children in the world understand this truth?
The cheapest and most priceless name is mom!
Never return kindness. Call mom! Thanksgiving Poetry-Motherly Love: We also love our mothers.
But mom doesn't love us.
Our love is a stream,
Motherly love is the ocean. Dew on Achnatherum splendens,
Round and bright
That's light from the sun.
April day
Half smart, half smart,
That's where the spring breeze passes. Our happiness
It is the smile on the mother's face;
Our pain
It is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.
We can walk a long way.
But I will never walk out of the square in my mother's heart. The sunshine outside is so bright,
Surrounded by green trees and flowers. ...
I enjoy the beautiful scenery happily.
I will never forget this precious gift you gave me.
I don't want to mention your meticulous concern for me.
I don't want to mention your boring words to me again.
It's always unknown,
Never finish writing, never catch. You once said to me,
I am the most important person in your life,
Thank God for giving me to you.
Now I want to tell you,
Mom, you too. Mom, do you know how great you are?
In my eyes,
You are the embodiment of the beautiful things in the world,
Forever sacred;
You are an angel in my heart,
In the future, I will not only let you guard,
I will protect you, too. Maybe others will think it's exaggerated,
But not to me.
In the face of these poor words,
I can never express one third of your love for me. Thanksgiving Poetry-Growing Up Past: Mom, no one can bully you anymore.
Mom, you must walk with your head up.
Speak louder.
……
Mom, you are my only mother.
I am your only son.
Now you only live in my heart.
You don't have to worry about me being bullied anymore.
All the land here makes me grow.
Camphor-like arms
Mom. They can cut me down with a knife.
they
Never bully me again-Little Prince: Only you call me Little Prince.
Only the warmth on your cheek holds my cold hand.
Only the blush in the corner of your eye contains my stubborn tears.
Just you, mom.
Only you gave me the whole sky.
Let me make a king's thanksgiving poem-my luggage: I will take you with me every time I go on the road.
You always quietly put your heart
It's wrapped in my luggage.
Watch me walk.
Watch me fall
You saw my future in front of me.
Mom, you are in my luggage.
Faster than my heart.
Mom, dear mom.
Where am I going?
You are always better than me.
First of all, a poem of gratitude: Time left me a pair of shoes.
Wind and rain, have to take off my clothes.
Home, give me one road sign after another.
Mother will never get tired of staring at me.
Ancient and eternal care
Sometimes, my mother's hand will give me a ride.
Sometimes, my mother's heart gives me a ride.
In fact, sending is the same as not sending.
I already know.
Whether it is windy, rainy or snowy.
On the mountain road of the years, it is all your heart's concern, and I will write down your footprints for you.
I remember your smile during the stormy journey.
In the storm of years-
I will bless you with gratitude and piety.