Grateful for your composition 1 "Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself again …" When I think of this familiar song again, I think of you-mom. You are no longer in your prime. Years have dug several deep trenches in your forehead. I don't know when crow's feet have crept up. The bags under your eyes hang down like a child who has done something wrong, and the snow has whitened your sideburns. ...
Open the ever-growing photo album, and the photos of big hands holding small hands are particularly eye-catching. Listen to you. I just learned to walk. I've been walking around the yard. I accidentally fell to the ground and burst into tears. You came over, gently picked me up, dusted me off, and coaxed me not to cry. You walked around the yard holding my hand, but this scene was photographed by my good father, saying that you should save this wonderful moment.
I went to primary school. The first time I walked into the campus with my schoolbag on my back, I felt better than eating chocolate. At this time, you have one more job, which is to pick me up from school. On the way home, I chattered about what I learned at school, applauded me while laughing, and called me "Little Teacher".
Another time, I came home crying. When you see me like this, sit down and comfort me. I tell you, I was misunderstood by my friend, and I was still very angry and said that I would never be friends with her again. You smiled and wiped the tears from my eyes and told me not to be impulsive. Friends are important people in life, and there is no knot between them. You encouraged me not to give up this friendship, find a friend to explain it clearly and communicate with her more. I don't want to go, because of that damn face, I don't want to give in to others, and I don't have the courage to explain it to her. I said angrily that I didn't want to go, and your expression became serious. "Why don't you go and bow your head?" You shout. I was stunned by your words. I don't understand why you are so good to me, but I also know that you are good for me.
Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me on the road of growth, a pair of small hands need big hands to hold.
I thank you for your composition. There are many people who make me feel grateful. There are kind mothers and fathers who forget their jobs. But the person I want to thank most is my teacher, because it is the teacher who has given me rich knowledge and opened the door to wisdom.
It is said that teachers are hardworking gardeners. They give us lessons every day, impart knowledge to us bit by bit, and correct our homework at night. In my eyes, the teacher is like a kind mother who helps me when I am frustrated and encourages me when I am motivated.
I remember when I was a freshman, my handwriting was not good, and I was really anxious and depressed. My Chinese teacher used her spare time to teach me to write one by one, regardless of her busy work, and told me a lot of writing skills. In this way, under the guidance of the teacher, my calligraphy is getting better and better, and I often get an "excellent+"in my exercise book. At the end of the semester, the teacher asked the class, "Who got the teacher's five' excellent+'homework, please stand up." At this time, I stood up slowly, so the teacher rewarded me with a very beautiful pencil and said to me, "This pencil is a reward for you. I hope you will make persistent efforts and go up a storey still higher! "I have this pen in my hand, and the whole class applauded warmly. My heart is full of joy and I feel the teacher's intention. That's unreserved praise and encouragement!
When I met with difficulties, it was the selfless help of the teacher that made me make progress; When I made progress, it was the teacher's encouragement that made me "make further progress"! At this moment, I want to say to my teacher most: "thank you, teacher!" " It is your maternal love that has made me achieve today's excellent results. Teacher, I love you! "
Thank you for your composition. Parents love us in every way, and their love will always be with us. Now, we should be grateful to our parents.
Our parents brought us up from childhood. How much love they have devoted to us! Shouldn't we be grateful to them? Maybe some people think it's no big deal, but this understanding is wrong. In a word, I think parents' love can't be expressed in words. It is also some "nagging" that bothers us, and it also contains the deep love of our parents. When going out, my mother said, "Be careful on the road!" "Slow down on the road!" All reflect the infinite concern of our parents. Once, my mother told me that whenever I go to school by bike, my heart is in my throat. This shows how much our parents care about us!
My parents are getting old day by day, while we are growing up day by day. Although we can't treat our parents "winter is warm, summer is rainy, and morning is calm." At the very least, it should be "parents call, do not delay, parents command, do not be lazy, parents teach, must listen, parents are responsible, must obey." Sue when you go out, but face it. "We must learn to be sensible and know how to withstand the wind! We should do some small things for our parents, even washing dishes, mopping the floor, wiping the table, pouring a glass of water for our parents ... helping our parents and expressing our filial piety.
Parents are our parents, our partners, the people who take care of us and raise us. We should thank our parents for their care and upbringing. Parents sometimes severely scold them for their mistakes. If you fail in the exam, parents will criticize and even beat and scold! Don't think your parents are bad, that's hating iron and not turning into steel! Let's not blame the people who love us the most in this world!
Now, let's learn to be grateful! With a grateful heart, people will become nobler and the world will become better!
Thank you for your composition. With great expectation and curiosity, I was lucky enough to attend the "1 10" theme publicity party organized by the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Walking into Ezhou Grand Theatre, a touching piece of music came into my ears. In the dazzling light, my friends and I finally found a seat to sit down.
At this point, my sight has been deeply attracted by the stage in front of me. Colorful lights come from different angles, rotating and changing colors, making the whole scene warm and hot, making people feel like they are in a fantasy.
After my friends and I waited anxiously, the performance finally started. I suddenly woke up from my dream, full of energy, staring straight at the center of the stage. Just then, the music started again and a burst of white smoke came out from the edge of the stage. In an instant, the whole stage was covered with a mysterious veil. Sitcoms, sketches, poetry readings and chorus were staged one by one, which showed the heroic spirit of the people's police in the new era and many unknown sadness behind them from different angles.
Yes! It is these vigorous and upright policemen on the stage who guard the lights of this city with full enthusiasm and persistence. Among them are our brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, and even grandparents. Men and women, old and young, they always have the same goal: to protect one side's peace. Thinking of this, a warm current spreads all over my body. Just like today, I can listen to the report "1 10" with my friends. This kind of happiness is self-evident. It's all because-the police are here!
In this cold winter night, because of them, we feel more secure; Because of them, our city is warmer.
Thank you for your composition 5 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure ..." I read the meditation in Smile of the Little Sun: "If a child is always grateful, he will naturally respect and be filial to his parents." When I hear this sweet melody, I will think of my parents. Their work is very busy, but the most important thing in their hearts is to care about my growth.
In order to let me learn calligraphy well, my father always sends me to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in rain or shine. From bare-handed practice to taking provincial exams. I have now obtained the certificate of calligraphy level 6 and am ready to sprint to level 7, all thanks to my parents.
In order to broaden my horizons and enrich my knowledge, my parents often take me to travel. When I was in kindergarten, they took me to Sanya, Hainan. When I first saw the sea, I was very excited. Later, I visited the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in Xi 'an, where there were human miracles more than 2,000 years ago. I climbed Mount Tai again this year and went to Chengshantou to see the sea. I feel that my motherland is so big, with a long history and beautiful country. As a China native, how proud I am!
Feel a kind of selfless love and learn to be grateful. When I grow up, I will repay my parents' kindness.
Teacher, you taught me how to be a man, and you taught me a lot of knowledge. You are like a candle that can't be blown out. You cultivate our young seedlings like a gardener. Every time the teacher speaks loudly, his voice is dry. But we talked loudly. You keep telling us not to talk.
Sometimes you are kind, sometimes you are serious, sometimes you are angry, sometimes you are happy, sometimes you are sad … when we win the game, you are always happy. You are always angry whenever we can't do our homework; You are always kind when we are sick.
Teacher, thank you for teaching me a lot of knowledge, and you also taught me the truth of being a man.
Thank you for your composition. There is always a person rushing to the playground on the moon and stars to accompany us to start morning exercises. There is always a person who spends a long time correcting our homework when we are resting; There is always a person who, despite a bad cold for half a month, has a hoarse voice but still sticks to his job and shows us his best side. She is the teacher Ai Jing whom we love and fear, and also our head teacher.
The first time we met her was on the school road, which was the first day of school and the first time we set foot on this sacred place. She's waiting for us to report. She carefully told us what to pay attention to, and every little detail was taken into account, and gentle reminders lingered in our hearts.
On the first day of military training, she cheered for us, filled our cups, sweated with us and laughed with us. In these two months, she was reflected in all aspects, unforgettable and moving.
She is a very capable person. She never procrastinates. High efficiency is her pronoun. Her desk is always neat. When dozens of papers were handed to her and piled up on the desktop, she didn't panic at all, and she soon arranged them in an orderly way.
She can always find our problems and try to think about solutions. Getting in place in advance and waiting quietly again and again is just to keep us in the best learning state at all times. We are all impressed by the management concept of focusing on things rather than people. Her strict and meticulous attitude towards class affairs is frightening, and quantitative deduction is always the first time to inform us, so that we can see where we are not doing well; She is good at summing up, finding the essential problems from our shortcomings, and then putting forward targeted opinions and suggestions; She used her mobile phone to record our growth, so that parents at home didn't worry.
Teacher, we are glad that you are the first class teacher to enter the balance. You are not only our life partner, our life guide, but also our growing bosom friend! Teacher, you have worked hard!
Thank you for your composition. Although the ancients have long said, "But an inch of grass has a few feelings, and you get three rays of spring", I still want to say to my mother, "Thank you, Mom!"
My good mother, Zhang Yuanyuan's face is always full of bright smiles and bright eyes, and she can always see my thoughts. She doesn't like to wear gorgeous clothes, and she doesn't like heavy makeup. She only loves nature and simple beauty.
Although I was born in a very ordinary family, I am very grateful to my mother, because my mother conceived me in October, brought me into this world and gave me a chance to develop myself.
I remember it was a cold night. I suddenly had a high fever. My mother was anxious and went to the hospital behind my back. My mother was panting all the way behind my back and kept telling me, "Is it cold?" Son, you must be strong! "coming soon ... every step she takes, my heart is like a needle. In one exhortation after another, my throat choked, a warm current came to my heart, and I felt deep love. ...
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother hurriedly asked the doctor to give me an injection and infusion ... After finishing these complicated tasks, I was hospitalized because I was too weak and it was raining cats and dogs. I fell asleep in a daze at night. Just as I was sleeping soundly, I was suddenly awakened by a thunder. I was stunned by what I saw. Suddenly, there was no window, and the window was facing my hospital bed.
Mom, I am proud of your simplicity and generosity. Thank you for having your dear mother!
Thank you for your composition. Some rich people think that what has not changed is their wealth; Some poor people think that what has not changed is their pursuit of a happy life; What some ordinary people think hasn't changed is their monotonous ordinary life. In my opinion, what has never changed in this world is the conscientious hearts of teachers.
Prince Charles of England once said: In this world, there is one thing you must do, and that is responsibility. Teachers have understood the essence of the word "responsibility" perfectly. Whenever everyone comes home from work, only our beloved teacher is still correcting students' homework in the office and busy preparing lessons.
Teachers are disseminators of human civilization and engineers of human soul. They are conscientious, selfless and have no complaints. They just want to cultivate every student into a pillar of the country and help every student embark on the right path. In this way, the teachers are satisfied.
Confucius once said, "In a threesome, there must be a teacher." Teachers will also humbly ask others for advice, and then pass on what they have learned all their lives to students without reservation. They are like hardworking gardeners, taking good care of every seedling. This selfless and silent spirit is exactly what every teacher has.
The stars are not afraid of the package in the dark, and they try their best to shine at that moment; Not afraid of the cold wind in winter, it brings a little warmth to the shivering people. Teachers are the stars in this long night, the cold wind in this cold winter, and they are selfless! Thank my teachers, thank every guide on my growth path, thank you!
Thank you for your composition. I often hear elders say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water." But I have my own memory, but I only feel my mother's love like running water.
When I was a child, I remember my mother often taught me: "A person living in the world should have a grateful heart. You have to keep in mind what others have given you and use your efforts to repay it ten times and one hundred times. " When I heard my mother say this, I seemed puzzled, but I used to nod and say, "I see."
As I grew older, I began to learn to observe with my eyes and feel with my heart. Whenever I see some young parents holding their little brothers and sisters for a walk in the community and taking a break from time to time, I will think: when my mother holds me alone, she must be very tired; Every time I see some young parents, taking turns following their toddlers, afraid that their babies will fall, I will think: it must be harder for mom to take care of me alone!
Whenever ... whenever ... there are too many times when I grow up, it makes me sensible and grateful.
Now, I am a pupil. My mother began to prepare clean school uniforms for me every day to keep my appearance clean; Check the preparation of my school supplies every day so that I can use them at any time when I need them; Care about your learning and mastery every day, and keep yourself among the best; Every day ... my mother grew up with this constant love.
Mother's love is so warm that I don't feel any regret in life. Thank you, mom! Thank you for giving me life and caring about me so much; Thank you for your guidance and strict requirements; thank you ...
Mom, I thank you so much! Mother's Day is coming, I want to say to you sincerely: "I love you-mom!" " "
Thank you for your composition 10. Thank your parents for giving me life. Thanks to the teacher, he taught me the truth of being a man; Thank my classmates for bringing me laughter when I am sad; Thank you for accompanying me all the way forward, and thank you for every bit of life. ...
In life, there are many people who help you, which may be dribs and drabs that you didn't notice. For example, uncles and aunts who bring us delicious meals in the canteen every day, uncles and aunts who protect our safety, uncles and aunts who give us cultural knowledge, uncles and aunts who beautify the campus and uncles and aunts who clean the bathroom help us all the time. We should learn to be grateful to them!
The uncles and aunts in the canteen come to school early every day to cut vegetables and wash vegetables, make us good food every day, work hard to prepare ingredients for us, and then clean and disinfect our plates ... very tired. Thank you!
Every morning, the security uncles stand guard at the crossroads on time, safely escort each of us to the school, stick to the small police room and guard the school day and night for us. Whenever parents send things, uncle security sends them to us in time. Thank you!
The amiable and respectable teachers who accompany us every day prepare lessons for us, correct our homework, and even sacrifice their rest time to make up lessons for our classmates after class. In order to repay teachers, we keep the quality of homework and help teachers share the pressure. We will come back with the best results. Let's say sincerely: Teacher, you have worked hard!
"Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate, I will cherish the flowers ..."
Thank you for your composition 1 1 Parents are a tree to talk to. When you have something on your mind, you can talk to them and they will teach you how to solve the problem. Parents are a door that allows you to go in with troubles and come out with a smile; Parents are strong arms. When you are tired, leaning on it will relieve your fatigue. ...
When I was a child, I was not sensible. I often pestered my parents to play with me and tell me stories. My parents always try their best to meet my requirements. As I grow older, I feel the hardships of my parents more and more. Therefore, in front of their eyes, there is one less naughty child and one more sensible student.
Looking at my parents' hard work every day, I can only watch while studying, but I don't know what to do for them. Suddenly one day, my parents gave me a chance. It's very hot at noon, I think: My parents must be very tired and sweaty when they come back so late. I have to boil some water for them to wash.
At first, I went to the kitchen, filled the pot with water, grabbed a handful of firewood and put it in the stove, then took out a match and lit it. "Hiss-"The match was lit and I quickly put it on the firewood. However, when the firewood touched, the flame went out. I quickly ordered another one. This time, I lit it, but after a while, the flame went out again. I am not discouraged, thinking: Why is it so difficult to light a fire? I see my parents are easily burned! I thought to myself and grabbed a handful of dead leaves in my hand. This time, after I lit the match, I stuffed some dead leaves into it. I saw the fire burning more and more brightly, so I put some twigs in it. Then, I put some cotton stalks in it. In this way, over and over again, the fire grew stronger and the water in the pot changed from cold to hot. At this time, my parents saw smoke from the chimney, thought the house was on fire, and ran home quickly. Tears welled up in their eyes when they saw me making a fire.
What is gratitude? Rewarding parents for their excellent grades is called gratitude, doing what they can for their parents is called gratitude, and being a virtuous person is called gratitude. Gratitude is not just lip service, but practical action!
Thank you for your composition 12. Although it was a long time ago, the remaining flavor still lingers in my mind for a long time, which makes me often piece together that picture.
Finally ushered in the summer vacation, in order to live up to the good times, my sister and I went to my aunt's house alone and naturally stayed for seven or eight days. But one day, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and I didn't care much at that time, but it got worse and worse, so I had to tell my sister secretly, and she didn't hesitate to tell her aunt. I got timely treatment. After listening to the doctor's explanation, I feel very ill. In desperation, my sister and aunt also brought my parents here. It was raining that day, and it was not 6 o'clock yet. Darkness enveloped it, and there was no light. It's dark outside and scary. Then he suddenly rushed into the ward, and a wet man stood in front of me. Isn't that dad? No, it's so late and the weather is so bad that there is no taxi. How did dad come?
After a while, I suddenly recovered. I still can't believe it. I asked curiously, "Dad, how did you get here?" Dad said exaggeratedly, "Of course I came by' Zhanqi' and' Mercedes-Benz'." I looked behind him and couldn't help laughing. It turns out that I came here on my family's broken motorcycle. Everything came out, and all the questions in my heart were gone. At this time, my mood is only touched and helpless. The first thing my father did when he came in was not to hang clothes, but to ask me in detail. In the next few days, my father took me to the hospital on time every day, invoicing, taking medicine, and running around, busy. You know, he is a big slacker at home. During the break, he can sleep until lunch. But the responsibility of father's love makes him a "diligent" person and pays deeply for me.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." The words of the ancients always teach us to learn to be grateful to those who have cared about you and helped you. Let's write down our gratitude with this grateful heart!
Thank you for your composition teacher 13, for your gentle embrace in the cold wind, which made me feel at a loss and have a warm harbor; Thank you for helping me in my confusion and hesitation, so that I have a clear goal; Thank you for helping me find the direction of running with your wordless words!
I'm a transfer student and I'm not familiar with everything in my class. Afraid of meeting new classmates easily and having no friends. The strange learning environment makes me homesick, miss my mother, miss my friends at home, and even think of dropping out of school ... Dear teacher, your patience and enthusiasm put me on the right learning path and made me feel the warmth of the class!
How much you look like my mother. Whenever I see your amiable smile, I will immediately put down my thoughts, keep up with your progress and study hard.
Dear teacher, you are like my father. Perhaps this metaphor is not appropriate, because you are a woman, but you are as strict with me as my father. You have never been careless about my study. I was shocked to see the comments on Chinese homework. What a serious teacher! Revise your homework and change it to punctuation ... In class, you are stricter and more "fierce" than my father. I remember one morning in the third class, I accidentally finished your composition, so I packed my schoolbag and waited for me to come home from school. After you found out, you asked me to check, and my messy composition was severely criticized by you. At that time, your stern eyes scared my heart pounding ... Now I finally understand your "fierceness", just as my father often said, "strictness is love". You must want me to be a talent, so you have that reaction.
Dear teacher, you are like my sister. Maybe you'll laugh. You're not that young. But don't put on airs in class, lean down and play games with us. I think you are approachable and lovely, just like my sister in my hometown. I am very happy to make friends with you, and I am also very happy to communicate with you and express my thoughts.
Dear teacher, you are as kind as your mother, as serious as your father and as kind as your sister. Thank you for caring for us like spring breeze and rain and dew, and nourishing our young hearts!
Grateful for your composition 14 "Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself." Yes, my parents gave us precious life and raised me to grow up. Shouldn't I be grateful? Every time I pass by the hospital, I always think of that winter-
I was eight years old that year. It was a dark night. While playing in bed, I suddenly felt an unbearable sore throat. I smashed things around me, and my mother cried. She put on her clothes in a panic and helped me put on my down jacket and socks and shoes. In desperation, she forgot to wear socks, scarves and gloves, and my thin mother forgot to run to the hospital as soon as she picked it up.
It is not far from home to the hospital. I pass by every time I go to school. Every time I disagree, I say that my legs can walk and beg my mother to let me go by myself, but my mother always insists on not letting me go. In the biting cold weather, I couldn't help crying against my mother's cold face and cheeks. My mother always told me not to cry all the way, but to be a strong person. She also said to me, "Persistence is victory, son." The road was so long that day, but leaning on my mother, I felt not afraid of anything. Tears blurred my eyes. I thought of a poem-"But an inch of grass has a lot of affection, and I get three rays of spring." I hate my son being young. How can I repay your kindness?
The doctor diagnosed me with acute laryngitis and gave me infusion until the early hours of the morning that night. My mother has been with me, and with her, I soon stopped hurting and fell asleep sweetly.
Mom, I won't let people who are kind to me be sad and disappointed. Therefore, I will study hard and make progress every day. Get good grades and repay your kindness to me.
Thank you for your composition 15. Because of my grandmother, my childhood is full and happy. Because of my grandmother, my growth is solid and sunny. Grandma's concern is deeply rooted in my heart, and I cherish and remember it all my life. -inscription
My grandmother is neither tall nor short, with a round face and a mole in the lower left corner. Big eyes, double eyelids, eyebrows are not thick or light, nose and mouth are in harmony, but the hair is all white and there are many wrinkles on the face.
Grandma retired before I was born. Grandma said that in the days before I was born, she was very relaxed and happy, with no wrinkles on her face and a little white hair, but you can't tell without looking carefully.
Grandma has been working hard since I was born. Because my mother has no milk, I have lived by drinking milk since I was born. In order to make a living, my mother went out to work with my father after the full moon, and I basically grew up beside my grandmother. I didn't come to my parents with my grandmother until I was going to attend a large kindergarten class. Drinking milk is not as nutritious as breast milk, and it is easy to get hungry and defecate a lot. Because my grandfather was going to work at that time, my grandmother was very busy. When I was three months old, I began to eat all kinds of nutritious rice paste of miscellaneous grains and vegetables processed by my grandmother, so that I could grow steadily even without breast milk.
Grandma is busy every day. Besides taking care of me, she has to do a lot of housework. When she has a little spare time, she is busy knitting clothes for me. Until now, it's still like this. My grandmother knits clothes very well. The clothes she knitted are very beautiful. I remember when I was in kindergarten in Shanghai, the kindergarten teacher saw me wearing clothes knitted by my grandmother and asked her where she bought them.