Thanksgiving poetry

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with some familiar poems. The language of poetry is concise and rich, with the characteristics of conciseness and jumping. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following is my collection of gratitude poems (6 in total) for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Gratitude Poem 1 Gratitude

Author: Haiyan

It's autumn all night and the wind is blowing.

Ten thousand branches shake leaves and fall

It is difficult for a tree to keep its leaves.

Ye Lian's branches hurt more than his roots.

Bud leaves grow according to branches.

Suck milk and grow in the sun.

Strong plants and lush leaves.

Wide leaves protect branches and shelter roots.

* * * Take a bath in the spring breeze.

Feel the baptism of summer rain together

Enjoy the bright autumn sunshine.

Protect your roots against the snow and lie on the ice.

Crows feed back and win fame.

The lamb knelt down sincerely to eat milk.

Parents are very kind to their parents.

Don't be idle when you are filial.

Gratitude poem 2 "When gratitude becomes a habit"

Author: Qingxi Diao Yun

peaceful

The heart is reflecting.

The value of a person's life

Where should it be reflected?

busy

Look at the incessant footsteps.

In a glorious city

Uncontrollable loneliness

Gratitude is absent.

There are countless sorrows.

Trouble may be the son of desire.

It fell in love with illusion.

When your heart is full of gratitude.

There will be sunshine to warm my heart.

Like a mother's kind hand

Into a river of endless love.

When gratitude becomes a habit

It will lighten the burden on my heart.

How many psychedelics are there in the world?

Let's wipe our eyes.

When gratitude becomes a habit

Happiness flows away like water.

Although life is ordinary.

sense of achievement

When gratitude becomes a habit

Life doesn't want to slow down.

Cultivation behavior

Refine my consciousness

Harmonious and eternal cultivation

Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Poetry 3 Four Seasons Like Spring

Who taught me the four books and five classics?

Taught me the principles of being a man.

You picked up the axe of responsibility.

Open the treasure house of knowledge for me.

You set an example.

Teach me how to smear my life.

About dreams

About perseverance

About dignity

About love

Point them out one by one.

Go away, ignorant sir

Sir, who will sail for me?

You are a silent indicator.

You are a book containing a thousand words.

Only by thinking deeply

Understand you.

Only gratitude

Thoroughly

Mr. Mystery taught me knowledge and strength.

Sir who gave me courage and confidence.

it's you

On the road of dreams

Silent guidance

When my dream flies

I want to pick a leaf from the bodhi tree.

Make a flute

Forever song for you

A thank-you note

Compose songs

Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Poetry 4 Dream Back to Huangsha

We have young dreams and passions,

Say goodbye to the past and wait for the future.

What happened in the past is worth remembering.

The cruelty of reality, the beauty of ideal,

Where you and I should be.

The quiet night sky, with a little starlight,

How many beautiful scenery passed us by.

What washes our hearts,

Let him be so quiet, without a ripple.

Going forward for many years,

We are tired, we are tired, and we want to have a rest.

Only to find that the time train has entered the time rift.

Brought us into confusion.

We should run hard and get out of this confusion.

Now it's you. Give me strong legs.

I want to embrace tomorrow,

It's you. Give me long arms.

I want to shout, I want to sing. ...

You gave me a colorful life.

I am tired. It was you who took me a long way.

I feel horrible. You led me through the darkness.

I miss you, I love you, and I can't live without you. You gave me everything.

Grateful to heaven, grateful for everything, but grateful heart, only thanks,

Through a muddy path full of thorns,

Falling down again and again, stinging again and again, numb again and again.

Tears filled my eyes and I wanted to give up.

You told me again and again, you can't give up, you have to persist.

Every setback, every failure, is accompanied by too much bitterness.

You encouraged me again and again.

I was too naughty when I was young.

I was naive when I was young.

I used to be so young that I made you sad again and again.

You have never complained about everything I have done.

Now that I'm grown up,

Just like the earth gave all the nutrients to the young tree and made it grow.

You also gave me all your energy, everything,

It is you who gave me the wings of my dream with your hands full of vicissitudes.

Want me to fly higher and farther.

And you're still making it up until the end of your life.

Finally one day, I left you.

With the wings you knitted for me.

I flew over desolation, thorns and vicissitudes.

I came to my dream Penglai.

And you still stay there, lonely, lonely.

I turned around and saw tears falling from your eyes.

You turn around and wipe away your tears.

Tears are so crystal clear, like dew, like water drops.

And I still didn't stay.

You smile at me,

But there was a little reluctance in the smile.

I know you don't want me to see you sad,

You keep all the bad things for yourself.

Your hair, once like ink, slowly turned white for me.

I want to repay you. I want to accompany you.

But I know this is not what you want.

Me, step by step.

You, wave to me.

I, go further and further. The figure is getting more and more blurred.

You, still facing me on the original ground, stood on tiptoe and looked at me.

Finally, I saw you, just a vague sight.

You seem to have seen the moment I left you.

Standing there for a long time without leaving, without leaving. ...

Thank god, thank everything, but the heart of gratitude is only thanks.

You're not with me!

Gratitude, Gratitude, Gratitude, Poetry, The light remains the same in May.

My heart is full of gratitude that is different from the past.

People or those

Things are still those

The blood in my heart is not.

Boiling boiling

Drinking boiled water is not enough.

Simple boiled water

Its taste

Everything about it.

You will understand.

People with love will understand

A caring and grateful person will do it.

My big family.

I love my big family.

Thanks to all those who are grateful and loving.

With you.

The world will bloom in fantastic colors.

With you.

The world will be filled with gratitude.

Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Poetry 6 Flowers in Dreams

In this colorful September

I want to draw a picture.

As red as a maple leaf.

Draw a grateful heart

And paint it with autumn colors.

Be stained with the fragrance of fruit.

Sprinkle sincere wishes.

Dedicate together

My favorite teacher.