Thanks for the narrative 1 "Grateful heart, thanks for having you ..." Thanks for those irrelevant eyes.
Thank you for your gentle eyes. On Monday morning, the weather was gloomy, just like my mood. Just then, the class teacher came with a Chinese test paper. After handing out the test paper, I found that there were three big characters written in red on the test paper-failed. Suddenly, my tears fell like broken beads. When I got home, I showed my mother the test paper. I thought my mother would scold me, but my mother looked at me with encouraging eyes, as if to say, "It's okay, baby, come again next time."
Thank you for your stern eyes. On Sunday afternoon, my friends and I played hide-and-seek in my house. Just as everyone was having fun, there was a bang and mom's favorite vase was broken. By the time I realized it, my friends had fled in panic and returned to their respective homes. At this time, my mother came back. When she saw the broken glass in this place, she suddenly flew into a rage. She asked me loudly, "What's the matter?" I replied falteringly, "No …". . No ... I ... "My mother looked at me sternly, as if to say," Good boy, when did you learn to lie? "
Thank you for your encouraging eyes. Today is the day of sports meeting, and I am so nervous that my heart will jump out. My mother saw my anxiety. She looked at me with encouraging eyes, as if to say to me, "Come on, you can do it."
Mom, thank you for your insignificant eyes.
Thank you for narrative 2: I came ... yes, she felt the same way when she touched my forehead that day.
That day, I lay on my desk in pain, touched my slightly hot forehead, looked around helplessly, and then lowered my head. Then she reached out and touched my forehead and said, "Have a good rest and drink more hot water." I gave her a grateful look.
If the touch of the teacher's hand is the wind in September, then her voice is the rain in September, which is unforgettable.
In that mid-term exam, my grades dropped by more than ten places. My parents are in a hurry, so am I, and she seems to be in a hurry. After dinner that day, she called me outside and talked with me seriously for a long time. I know, she is still very supportive in spirit.
She is our head teacher.
It is she who greets us in the classroom every day, and it is she who watches us go home every day. We also know that the teacher is very busy. Her mother-in-law can't cook, and the teacher has to buy food and cook after going back every day; The teacher is very busy, very busy, and she has her own children. The teacher tutors us at school almost half the time, and we have to tutor her children after tutoring. The teacher is very busy, very busy. She teaches two classes, and their homework accounts for almost half of the table, but the teacher also corrects our homework meticulously. ...
Some people say, "Teachers are the kindest." For us, teachers don't seem to care much about their families.
Teacher, thank you for touching my forehead with your palm when I was helpless; Thank the teacher for giving me silent encouragement when I am lonely; Teacher, thank you for showing me the way when I am in trouble.
A thank you is common, but it contains my love and concern. ...
The wind in September is still soft, the rain in September is still clear, and my gratitude to you is still so deep.
Thank you, Mr. Xing, for bringing us from Class 38 to the present, and for making me more confident and happier.
Since you have been in Class 8 for three years, our class has started to implement the system of rotating class cadres once a month, and our class has also been rated as a "growth tree" and a "star", which has enhanced our self-confidence and made us more motivated.
Let's talk about the rotation system of class cadres first: I have never been a class cadre in grade one and grade two. Since you taught our class, we have rotated the class cadres once a month, so that every student has a chance. You told us that the conditions for being a class cadre are: learning to be disciplined, knowing how to study, and being willing to serve all students. We gradually learned to ask ourselves this question, always looking at the strengths of others. Over the past three years, I have served as a class cadre in different positions and received the support of my classmates. With your support, I became confident. The number of stars in my "star" list has been increasing, which is a record of my growth, and my "growth tree" is fruitful.
With the joint efforts of your leadership and all the students, our class has become an excellent squadron and Class 3. Thank you for often organizing us to carry out various beneficial activities, so that we can learn and gain in happiness.
I love my class, thank you for your hard work, my teacher!
The narrative of gratitude 4. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves silently, but illuminating others; Teachers, like gardeners, contribute silently, but cultivate others; A teacher is like a fountain, silently flowing with himself, but nourishing others.
Teacher, you have been in our class for six years. In the past six years, you have carefully educated us, and we have learned to be human and knowledge. You are heartbroken. You often change your homework until late at night, and you have to recite the text for us. You have a sore throat and insist on reading the text to us. You read our compositions one by one and teach us how to write carefully, but we often make you angry! I feel so sorry for you!
Teachers' meticulous care moistens our hearts like spring breeze and rain; The teacher's humble every move also affects our hearts.
One morning of the second class, the teacher came to the classroom and stepped onto the platform. The students immediately sat up straight, "class"! The forceful slogan sounded, and we stood at attention in high spirits. I can't help worrying when I hear the teacher's hoarse voice. Teacher, you have done too much for us. Are you okay? Teacher, I love you! The teacher devoted all her efforts to us. She just hopes that when we grow up, we can all have a good job and live a happy life, and we can all become useful people to society and family. As long as we have a successful career, the teacher will feel gratified. The teacher is so kind to us, we should know how to be grateful to the teacher, who is so responsible to us, and we should know how to repay the teacher!
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." A thousand words can hardly express my sincere love for you. In our eyes, you will always be the knowledge-rich sea of Wang Yang; Always so tall and selfless. Thank you, dear teacher!
Grateful narrative 5 "... Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate, and I will cherish it as well ..." The familiar melody sounded, and I want to sing this song "Grateful Heart" loudly to parents all over the world.
Thank my parents for giving me life. Although you can't accompany me all my life, you gave me the courage to be myself and let me grow from an ignorant girl to this ignorant girl. I am growing up day by day, but you are aging day by day. What a great thing it is that you have devoted all your efforts and life to your children. Since childhood, teachers have taught us to respect the old and love the young, to be filial to our parents, and to be "pistachios" at home. Although I am not a very happy fruit, I think I am very filial and I know how to be grateful.
Sometimes, gratitude and filial piety don't need much money, in other words, money can't be bought. It is not difficult to know how to be grateful as long as you do it with your heart. Send a carnation to my mother on March 8th Women's Day and a greeting card to my father on Father's Day. After a hard day's work, my mother slapped her on the back and chatted with her. ......
I watched Hunan Satellite TV.
Thank you. Every time I see many people drawing together in a classroom, I will think of the first time I learned to draw.
When I first went to the studio, I found many students crowded together. I was very flustered, so I quickly went to the back corner to sit alone. In class, I silently took out the drawing board, drawing paper and drawing tools. When I first started painting, I felt that this thing was too heavy to lift. When I picked up the pen, the other students had already typed the manuscript. My hand was on the drawing paper, and I didn't start writing. Watching other students draw halfway, I panicked and wanted to start writing, but I was afraid of making a fool of myself and being laughed at by others.
I didn't expect the teacher to take a glance at my situation. The teacher came up to me and said, "I don't think you have started writing yet." What's wrong with you? " I looked down and said softly, "No, I'm just afraid ..." I haven't finished yet, but from the teacher's eyes, I felt that she already knew what I was going to say next, so she said to me carefully, "Don't be afraid of others criticizing and pointing out your mistakes. You can listen to their suggestions appropriately, so you will gain something!" After listening to the teacher's words, I thought to myself: you are right, I have come, and I can't sit still. It won't work out! So, with the encouragement of my teacher, I successfully took the first step. After the painting, the students shared their own works, and my works were well received by everyone.
Encouraged by my teacher and appreciated by my classmates, I stuck to the road of painting. In a painting competition not long ago, the teacher selected me and two other students to participate in the competition. In the painting competition, I was not afraid, but more confident. After the painting competition, although I only won the Excellence Award, I was also very happy.
Thanks to the teacher's encouragement, I bravely took the first step and stuck to my hobby!
Saturday, the narrative of gratitude, is an ordinary day. On this day, I opened the school newsletter blog as usual.
Huh? Why do I wear a golden crown on my blog page? I was suddenly refreshed. It turned out that I was just a blogger, right? But after careful consideration, compared with other bloggers, the number of blog posts I write is not too large. How did this laurel fall on my head? Alas! I must have accidentally entered the number and lost it to another golden little sun blog! I sighed.
But I still don't give up and open the home page of my blog, hmm! I opened my eyes wide and my mouth almost fell to the ground, hmm! It's mine! I held my breath and enjoyed the wonderful process. Two minutes later, I came to my senses, shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Ah! It's true! It's true! I am a blogger! I am a blogger! I cheered happily and jumped three feet. I flew up, hugged my mother's arm, and shouted in a voice of 120 decibels: "I'm Bo wrist!" " "
"Ding Lingling." Ah! Mom's cell phone rang, and it turned out that the school ICT teacher brought a phone call to congratulate me on winning the contest! In my opinion, there are many excellent bloggers in the school newsletter blog family. Being a blogger is really beyond my power, but now, it's like a lucky meteor hitting my head and it feels like a dream.
School newsletter blog, she is like a big garden full of flowers, and I am just an ordinary and lucky grass. I am very grateful to my head teacher, Mr. Song, who brought me to this flowery garden. She is like a hard gardener, nurturing me carefully. I also want to thank the teachers and bloggers who care about and support me. Your concern and encouragement shine on me like warm sunshine, which makes me drive on the road with passion. Special thanks to the school newsletter, a green network platform. It is like a fertile land, where I can learn nutrition and thrive!
Achievements belong to the past, and I will not stop because I have won some honors, nor will I stop for a better tomorrow! Thanks again to teachers, bloggers, and uncles and aunts of the school newsletter. Thank you for your encouragement and help. I will continue to work hard!
Thank you!
Remember, when you are with friends, rainy days are also happy. There is only love in the world.
The best time is under the old tree, on the stone bench, telling stories and jokes with friends. We always like to put monopoly's chessboard on the stone table and tell stories while playing. So the story is full of the fragrance of tea, which makes people slightly drunk. Listen, we entered a sweet dream land, sat on the moon boat and paddled in a friend's happy river.
The happiest thing is playing volleyball, badminton, table tennis and piano in our indoor court. We play in pairs. Whoever loses will treat others to ice cream until we are tired of playing. We go to a tea shop to buy some cups of milk tea and milkshakes, and then sit or lie on the lawn. This is our happiest time.
The most interesting time is China New Year. Some of our friends like to buy this kind of fireworks to set off fireworks in the outdoor stadium, or buy this kind of firecrackers to listen to the noise in the water. Let's go to the lawn and lie down and sleep for a while, then play. In the dream, we sat on the moon boat and swam in the happy river of our friends.
Every winter, I will bring my little gloves and play outside with my friends. We make a snowman together. Tired, we sit on the stone bench and look at our achievements, take a breath, look at the air floating in the air, and see that we smile at each other, full of infinite happiness and beauty.
But today, the old trees are still there, and the stone tables are old, but the stone tables have all been changed. It's just that a friend of ours went to school in other places and came back for a long time. I sighed silently: little friend, why don't you wait for me to say thank you? When do you want me to thank you for my childhood?