A recitation poem about gratitude
There is one word that is the kindest.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one kind of person who should be grateful most.
She is-"Mom"
He is-"father"
My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.
Dad's waist is bent, and his back is straight to me.
Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes.
Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth.
Listen to mom's earnest words.
Facing dad's deep eyes
We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.
Recite poems about gratitude II
I have quietly passed by.
The stormy years
All the way to the dust.
Rugged road
It left me scarred.
In fact, I am also very fragile.
Just bury it in the dark abyss.
Show a strong side to disguise yourself.
A vast world
And that road is like a difficult sky.
I'm still moving forward step by step.
With the rugged road
Still walking on the road
I can't give up.
I can't lose to myself
Let me have a sincere and grateful heart.
Thank you for your ups and downs
Let me know that I am strong-willed
Thank you for your experience.
Let me see all the vicissitudes
Thank fate.
Let me do it myself.
Recite Thanksgiving Poem 3
Wake up in your sleep many times
When I wake up, I open my tired eyes
Only to see my parents' cheeks wet with tears.
I'm a little scared.
don't know why
.
I was ignorant at that time.
There are always some doubts.
Grow up slowly
I gradually understood the affection of my parents' tears.
Is it worry, fear or sadness?
It is very gratifying.
I'm glad I can still see the rising sun.
.
I'm always a little scared.
Afraid I won't get back to reality in my sleep.
Afraid that I will always dream that I didn't wake up.
Sometimes I feel a little lucky.
I can still hold my parents' hands.
Snuggle up in their arms
Not bad. . . . . .
.
There are a lot of people who can still
I cherish it very much.
I understand that this is very important to me.
Maybe more extravagant.
.
Although the pain is not frequent now,
Mom and dad's heart has never relaxed.
Maybe this is God's blessing to me.
I don't want to miss the stream of that time.
I want to walk with time
.
I want to spend time.
Carve that painting with your heart.
My long-conceived landscape painting
Maybe beautiful mountains and rivers.
Or fat beef and sheep
Or men plow and women weave.
Still that poetic feeling.
. . . . . .
.
I have always cherished this time.
It is precious to me.
I'm afraid I was careless.
Will lose it
.
How many people wake up in their sleep?
Your parents are waiting for you day and night again.
How many times have you burst into tears?
I understand the meaning of that tear.
.
I want to get better.
I want to be brave.
I believe I am not alone on the road.
I know that God has blessed me.
.
I don't want to lose it again.
I don't want to miss it again.
I love you, Mom and Dad.
I love you and my life.
I learned to be strong.
Return with my actions.