1. Poems about being grateful and loving one another

Poems about being grateful and loving one another 1. Poems about walking with love

Walking with love Quan Zhi

Every time I set out

I am surrounded by your lingering presence

Hazy, real

Mutual Linked, always connected

There are stories in the wind and rain

One branch at a time

The gratitude of the green leaves to the roots

Love to the soul Connection

Leave the eternal lock behind

I set out and my heart is concerned about you

Deep and heavy, heavy and bright

Entangled Everything, the mentality repeats

Turn into the sail of loving you

Merge into the river

The steps of departure are light

The road seems so long and silence

My bitter heart

is writing happy lines of poetry

Because I always long for laughter

so I Picturesque wind songs for you

The soul is as beautiful as nature

I don’t know if you are awake

I wish you my blessing

Walk with your sweet dreams

Love can only be shared with you

The splendor and garlands are as precious as jade

Just sleep

Me I still miss you in the colorful clouds

I don’t know how many years have passed

I still miss you

I have watched it so many times

I still miss you often

The turbulent times

I left a lingering wish

When I woke up from a dream

You are emerging in front of me

2. Learn to express gratitude and walk with love

Walk with love

(1) Everyone has experienced love , life is all about receiving love from others or giving love to others. What is cuteness? It’s hard for us to explain clearly.

What is love? Different people, different things, and different angles have different answers. Children say that love is a mother's embrace, solid and warm; young people say that love is the years of burning passion; old people say that love is holding hands and growing old together. the wind says, love is the fresh green blown by the breeze; the rain says, love is the silent rhythm of moistening things; the cloud says, love is the freedom and tolerance of the blue sky; the grass says, love is the repayment of the three spring rays of the earth; time says, Love is the eternity of beautiful things in the world; I say, love is the eternal theme song of life!

3. I am grateful to you and I walk with love. Quotes and aphorisms

I am grateful to my parents, who gave me life, gave me a warm home, and became a solid and warm haven. Where I perch.

Dad, you are the safe and warm support in my daughter’s heart. Lying on it when I am tired will make me energetic; Dad, you are the other side of the vast ocean in my daughter’s heart. Waiting for your daughter's return on the other side; Dad, you are the sun in your daughter's heart. That dazzling light drives away the shadows in your daughter's heart... What kind of love in the world is eternal? It is undoubtedly father's love and mother's love. This love has been with us from the moment we were born. However, our arrival has also brought a huge burden to our parents, but our parents regard this burden as happiness. Love us with your heart, love us with your life, we cry, they are sad, we laugh, they are happy, we are healthy and happy, they will smile with great happiness. As the saying goes, the father is heaven and the mother is earth.

Yes! It is you who give us sufficient nutrition; it is you who give us sufficient water; it is you who give us sufficient sunshine; it is you who give us sufficient oxygen. That is our great parents.

Dear friends, let us keep a grateful heart and remember the kindness of our parents throughout our lives. I hope that children all over the world will love their parents and be grateful to their parents. Friends, let me say something to my parents. Do I love you?

4. What are the poems about gratitude

1. "The Wandering Son" Tang Mengjiao The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty. I tied up the curtains to worship my mother and went to the river beam. I was worried for a long time and my eyes were dry with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.

3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty. My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.

When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.

5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A mother bids farewell to her son, and a son bids farewell to his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.

The imperial edict granted two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.

It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.

My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.

It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.

I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you. 6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty A loving mother who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.

The steps of a dragon and a tiger change with each passing day, while a dog moves with an eagle and follows its trend. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.

The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was poked on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.

7. "Mo Xuan Tu" The crown of the king of Yuan Dynasty. The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.

The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.

The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was driven back home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.

It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.

A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be deceived, but why should he die in a poor mountain? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.

It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.

9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.

People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.

10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.

Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.

Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.

According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.

11. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.

Farewell to my mother Huang Jingren. I bowed to my mother by the river beam, and my eyes were dry with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.

Going west to Cimu's Tomb by Chen Quji. The sun's shadow is dim on the high mountain top, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk. In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn't see Ding Ning telling me to go home early.

Feng Qiwu/Die Lianhua Liao Xingzhi My mother is kind and wishes you a long life. Blessings and protection for my family are rare in modern times.

Mrs. Qiu is over sixty-nine this year. Kang Ning can inherit my loving mother.

I wish Ci Wei many blessings. I wish you a long life with your mother.

A woman with double destiny. Huatang thousand-year-old longevity wine.

When I got home, my loving mother was surprised and asked, saying that it was time for the king and grandson to take off the gift.

First Look at the Huaishan Mountains by Huang Tingjian The wind fur coats and snow caps leave the forest, and the purple swallows and yellow orioles are already in the depths of summer. The ancients of San Ke have the meaning of wealth, and a loving mother wishes to return to her heart in one year.

How can I rest after a long journey? I can't help but look at the strength of the mountain when I am sick. I want to see the setting sun three miles away, with cicadas hissing and the willows shady.

Send to Zhang Zhongmou Huang Tingjian Fortunately, Mr. Zhang, Qingqiu should sing hard. Clothed with loving mother's thread, pockets full of traveler's gold.

Say goodbye to Tianque sooner or later and return to comfort Lu Chen. Huang Hua has a bottle of wine, and I will pour it with you.

Mo Xuan Pictures Part 1 Wang Mian Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.

The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

Poem of Crying Mother by Qu Qiubai When you are close, you are not close, and your blue shirt has new tears. No one cares about hunger and cold on this day, and falls on the body of my beloved son in front of the soul.

Four-Character Poetry·Mother-Sacrifice Essay Mao Zedong: Calling my mother, she died suddenly. He lived fifty-three years and had seven sons.

The remaining three of the seven sons are Dongmin Tan. Others are infertile, two girls and two boys.

Raising my brothers requires hard work and experience. Torture and torture lead to illness.

Thousands of people in the middle have a history of sadness. I can't bear to die and wait for Xu Wen to spit.

What I want to say now, there are only two ends: one is to be virtuous, the other is to hate bias. My mother is a high-spirited person who recommends fraternity above all else.

Far and near, close and distant, everything is covered. Kai's compassion and kindness moved the common people.

Love is as genuine as it gets. Don't tell lies, don't be deceptive.

Be neat and tidy, without any subtlety. Everything you read in your hand is organized.

He has a sophisticated mind and a clear mind. Nothing can be left behind, nothing can escape its form.

The cleansing wind spread throughout Qili. Not stained by a single speck of dust, both physically and mentally.

The five virtues are the most important ones. It fits his personality as if he were above.

The root of hatred lies at the end of the Three Cardinal Guidelines. If you have ambitions that are not fulfilled, you will not get what you want.

Mental pain is the best. The sky is as big as the sky, and a corner of the earth is tilted down.

The next generation will bring up the children and bring them up to success. If it is not ripe, it will be between green and yellow.

Holding hands when you are sick makes your colon feel sad. But please let us all do our best.

My beloved again. Either it's natural kindness, or it's hard work.

All relatives, big or small, need to be repaid. In summary, it is the glory of Shengde.

You must be sincere, and the results will not be violated. Whatever is hated must be made up for.

I am here to remember you, and my heart will never go beyond this. Deep kindness in nurturing, spring glow in the morning mist.

When will you report it, there will be a sea of ??fine birds. Oh my mother, my mother is not dead.

Although the body is fleeting, the spirit is eternal. Every day in your life is the time to repay your kindness.

Every day of your life, you will be with your loved ones. Today's words are long, but time is short.

Just pull out the big end and leave it shallow. At this time, the family laid a memorial ceremony and drank all the wine.

There are words to say later, and they will grow with each passing day. "The Swallow Poetry Revealed to Liu Sou" Bai Juyi There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female.

Between the two rafters holding mud, four children were born in a nest. The four children have long days and long nights, and they are asking for food diligently.

Caterpillars don’t.

5. Poems about gratitude and filial piety

1. "Sending Mother Back to Hometown" - Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

If there is no repayment for maternal love, what more can we ask for in life? .

Translation: If my mother cannot repay her kindness in raising me, then what else is there to pursue in life?

2. "The Wandering Son's Song" - Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty

Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Translation: Who said that a weak filial piety like Xiaocao can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?

3. "Mo Xuan Picture No. 1" - Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty

Sweet orders are sparse every day, and questions are blocked every day.

Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise birds.

Translation: The support of parents is becoming estranged every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I heard the cry of the wise bird and felt ashamed to miss her.

4. "Remembering My Mother" - Ni Rui from the Song Dynasty

I shed tears of missing my relatives in the dark, but I am afraid that I will shed more tears of missing my son.

Translation: I often cry secretly because I miss my mother, but I’m afraid my mother will shed even more tears when she misses me.

5. "Fifteenth Anniversary" - Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

Translation: After bringing my mother to Yangzhou, I settled in a place that could be covered by temporary white linen cloth. Every night when the moon is full, I hear the cuckoo singing. Although the north and the south are far apart, they still care about each other deeply.

6. Poems on the theme of love and gratitude

Love: Thirty-Nine, Fisherman's Proud Four Poems 1. Changbai Mountain Changbai Mountain is covered with ice and snow, and there is a strong wind at the foot of Changbai Mountain.

Iron shoes can break people's hunger and thirst, and they rest by the forest: the mountains and rivers repeat and the road twists and turns. Who in the world can know me? Thousands of miles of gloomy clouds trap the stars.

How many times can you fight in life? Gu Siye: It’s a pity that the strong man is full of blood. 2. Step by step chariot picture: I have looked for you several times but never met you, but I still care about you in my dreams.

It’s hard to describe in a thousand words, who can I complain to? We are on the same journey of life. When the dead branches turn new green, the spring breeze blows into thousands of households.

The descendants are full of flowers and trees, and when we meet again: only the tears can’t stop. 3. Picture of Danya and Green Valley: In the past, I moved into the mountains just to listen to the rain at night.

Weeping, complaining, and heartbroken, countless: how much pain can you drive away for me? What is the companionship after the rain? Osmanthus in August and chrysanthemum in September, the holy fragrance fills the house and enters the heart: turning into thousands of strands of tenderness. 4. The Promise of Roses Send flowers to the harbor every year, leaving a lingering fragrance on your hands year after year.

Year after year, I stay at the cold window and write beautiful chapters. The roses in the book are more fragrant. The vicissitudes of life speak of the vicissitudes of life. It is hard to let go of the good times of youth. For whom do my two manes turn into frost? Don't be sad, tomorrow the spring breeze will pass over the Yangtze River.

Four O, two poems in the shade of drunken flowers 1. Picture of Crazy Qinglan The towering green mountains are as if they were cut, and the heart of climbing is like fire. There are high mountains beyond the mountains, and there is heaven beyond the sky. I advise you not to forget it.

I always remember that this body has been pledged to the country, how has it ever lost its original character? There is righteousness in the world, promoting good and eliminating evil, but the storm is coming again. 2. Plowing and Weaving Pictures Drought farmers look forward to the spring rain and look at the rice with tearful eyes.

Have children ever asked: To whom can they complain of grievances to their parents who provide food and clothing? Nowadays, reading is a nation, and we work tirelessly. I will never forget that the old village chief gave me a handful of hometown soil.

41. Eight poems with subtracted characters "Magnolia" 1. Picture of Wen Ji returning to the Han Dynasty The sky is far away and the earth is far away, and the time is gone and will never come back. A leaf of duckweed accompanies me when I travel thousands of miles alone.

Looking far into the distance, tens of thousands of geese are flying on a clear sky. Seeing death as home, turning into white clouds flying in the sky.

2. Farewell Teacher Pang Wei is hard to separate and leave, every word is read with blood. They went their separate ways and met again in dreams.

Summer comes and cold comes, the feather fan gently shakes the world. The leaves are falling and the snow is floating, I feel free and happy.

Gratitude: Who will stop wandering when the white clouds drift away? The sea water laps at the dream of purple lilies. The mermaid smiles in heaven. The color of ancient wedding champagne conveys her song among the poppies. Does she leave and hope remains? Abandoning the snow-covered forest, Elk's Christmas, the beautiful princess has fallen asleep, the night sky of legend, countless pearls unpicked, the nest of time, the light of angel's wings flying through the gardens of Babylon, Allah is a woman, and her incarnation is not the delicate daughter of the sun god. The valleys of the Gobi desert are more luxurious than palaces. The rivers are the mother of all living beings. The holy waves protect all things and last forever. The colorful flowers are illuminated by the rain. The beautiful women of ancient Egypt have their backs fading away when the white clouds drift away. The sea water laps at the purple lilies. The dream mermaid is in heaven, the smiling prince's wedding, the color of champagne carries her song among the poppies, the mother's hand is threaded, the wanderer's body is blouseed. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. Confucius said: Parents are here, and they are not far away. They want to repay kindness and forget resentment. It is short to repay kindness, but it is long to repay kindness. Mom and Dad, thank you for bringing me to this wonderful world. Thank you for giving me free air and bright sunshine. Thank you for your sincere teachings. I have grown up, but you are old. Who can say that a heart can repay three springs of sunshine. I will offer you a sincere filial piety and wish you good health forever.

7. I am looking for two verses about gratitude

My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, carried me, raised me, raised me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. I, going in and out of my belly, want to repay the virtue, the sky is indifferent. I tie the grass with a ring in my mouth, repay the kindness with kindness, but the silhouette of the solitary lamp is dwindling at night, looking at the child like a dragon, looking at the child soaring into the sky.

Youhu's temples are covered with cold frost, the waist of her skirt falls in spring, and the tips of her eyebrows rise in autumn. In the 32nd year, there were storms and waves, the rain and clouds disappeared, and my thoughts were like a flood.

In memory of the loving mother who has worked so hard for half a lifetime and knelt down to nurse the lamb, I will pay you back today. -------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Gratitude poem When the white clouds drift away, who will stop wandering? The sea water beats the purple lily in the dreamland. The mermaid is there. Heaven smiles, ancient weddings, the color of champagne carries her song in the poppy bushes, departs, does hope remain, never gives up, the snowy forest, the elk's Christmas, the beautiful princess has fallen asleep, the legendary night sky, countless pearls, no one has picked them, the nest of time. The light of angel's flying wings crosses the garden of Babylon. Allah is a woman. Her incarnation is not the sun god's delicate daughter. The gorges in the desert are more luxurious than palaces. The river is the mother of living creatures. The holy waves permeate all things and endure forever. The colorful face is The rain illuminates the beautiful woman of ancient Egypt. When the white clouds drift away, her back is about to go away. The sea water laps at the purple lily in a dream. The mermaid is smiling in heaven. The prince's wedding. The color of champagne conveys her song among the poppies. The thread in the mother's hand is on the body of the wanderer.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

Confucius said: Parents are here, and they never travel far. I want to repay kindness and forget resentment; it is short to repay kindness, but it is long to repay kindness. Mom and Dad, thank you for bringing me to this wonderful world. Thank you for giving me the bright air of freedom. Sunshine, thank you for your sincere teachings, and your earnest instructions. I have grown up, but you are old. Who can say that a heart can repay three springs of sunshine? I will offer you a sincere filial piety. I wish you always good health, martyrs, and ambitions in their old age. Endless family affection: A loving mother loves her children not just for repayment. 〖Han〗Liu An: A child born in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light.

"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The prodigal son does not feel cold when his loving mother is present. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" Love a thousand kindnesses a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk" The white-headed old mother cries behind the door, and rolls up the sleeves of her shirt.

〖Tang〗Han Yu The mother's instrument hangs down, and the tube is bright, and the night stand in Wusu is silent.

"Collection of Proverbs" Whoever speaks from the heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

〖Tang〗 Meng Jiao In the past, Meng’s mother chose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance.

"Three Character Classic" I feel sorry for my parents, who gave birth to me. "The Book of Songs" Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated.

"Proverbs Couplet" People think that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that boys and girls make people grow old. [Tang Dynasty] Wang Jian: As a parent, the world is the best; as a child, the world is the most filial.

"Proverbs Lian Bi" My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me and restored me. "The Book of Songs" If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient.

〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zhitui In life, there are no virtuous fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song Dynasty] Written by Lu Gong: What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be kind to them.

"Lian Bi" There are also Bing Xin's Paper Boat GT; Rabindranath Tagore's Golden Flower GT; In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and their children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again. ——Fei Xiaotong Mother is the first parent in the world; maternal love is the first love in the world.

——Zi Yan The only love in the world that has not been contaminated—that is maternal love. ——Zi Yan The most beautiful voice in the world is mother’s call! ---Dante When you are successful, everyone is a friend.

But only the mother - her companion in failure. Zheng Zhenduo Yin of the Wanderer Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. Li Bai’s “Gift to Wang Lun” Friendship The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the coat on the wanderer’s body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Meng Jiao's "Wandering Zi Yin" Family love is the appreciation of the gift of life, gratitude is the relief of living conditions; gratitude is the care about what we have now, gratitude is the cherishment of limited life; gratitude is the appreciation of the gifts Gratitude is the tremor of caring for strangers... In each of our life journeys, we will meet many people worthy of memory and nostalgia, including relatives, lovers, classmates, friends, teachers... What should you do to care for them and help them? Learn to be grateful, have a grateful heart, and be a grateful person! Without sunshine, there would be no warmth of days; without rain and dew, there would be no harvest of grains; without water, there would be no life; without parents, there would be no ourselves; without family affection, love and friendship, there would be no warm companionship of love... Gratitude, Let us appreciate and cherish the people, things and things around us with a contented heart; be grateful, let us discover that life is so rich and rich in the days that are gradually dull and numb; be grateful, let us understand and taste the gifts of fate and the passion for life. Thank heaven and earth, thank fate, the world is wide and the road is bumpy, but as long as there is love and gratitude in our hearts, we will work hard and we can move forward.

With a grateful heart, every time I gently hum the melody of this song, a feeling of soul and life will always rise from my tired spirit. grateful! For a long time, we have been carrying the burden of a greedy heart eager to have something.

We long for wealth, we long for success, we long for glory... We are always longing for it, but ignore everything we already have. Our desire covers the eyes of our souls. It makes us always ignore the gifts God gives us every day. It makes us always forget to be grateful for today because of our infinite expectations for the future.

Thanks! Without sunshine, there would be no warmth of the day; without rain and dew, there would be no harvest of grains; without water, there would be no life; without parents, there would be no ourselves; without family affection and love, the world would be dark and lonely. Although no one does not understand these simple truths, we always lack a grateful thought and mentality.

Thanks! "Whoever speaks from the heart of an inch of grass will reap three rays of spring"; "Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is a labor of hard work", the poems we recited when we were young are all about gratitude.

The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by the spring; the grass is knotted in a ring to repay kindness. The ancient Chinese idioms that have lasted for many years tell us to be grateful.

However, how many of these ancient teachings have penetrated into our blood, and how many people still use them today.

8. An ancient poem about gratitude

The feeling of gratitude Everyone knows that in the United States, Thanksgiving is the most authentic national holiday.

On this day, Americans of all faiths and backgrounds express their gratitude for the grace they have received from God over the past year and devoutly pray for God’s continued blessings. In fact, it is not only God who is worthy of gratitude. We should always be grateful to our parents, teachers, relatives and friends, classmates, society, etc.

Our lives, health, wealth, and the air, sunshine, and water we enjoy every day should all be among the things we are grateful for. A blind man once asked someone to write on his begging sign: "Spring is here, but I can't see her."

Compared with this blind man, we further talk about Compared with those who have lost their lives and freedom, who can say that they can live happily in the world now is not a gift of fate. Will we still tremble with anger and always complain about the misfortunes and injustices that fate has given us? ? I am grateful to my parents, because they gave me life and allowed me to grow up healthily. Their support time and time again allowed me to fly my ideals when I was far away from my parents. I am grateful to my teachers because they gave me teachings that allowed me to put aside my ignorance, know how to think, and realize myself in the process of learning.

I am grateful to my brothers and sisters, because they make me no longer lonely in this world and let me know that there are people who can connect with me by blood. I am grateful to my friends, because they gave me friendship, allowed me to talk to, rely on, and see hope and sunshine when I was lonely and helpless.

Thanks to the people who have helped me. They used their warm heart lamps to help me discover that life is so rich and rich. Thanks to those who are willing to accept my help. Their gentleness allows me to continue this kindness.

Our parents sent us into the palace of knowledge. We were bathed in the sunshine of our teachers. We spread our wings and flew like little birds. No matter the storm, it was our teachers who gave us tenacious fighting spirit and encouraged us to move forward bravely. Thank you, teacher! Friendship is the spring breeze in the world and an oasis in the desert. Because of friendship, we learn tolerance, understanding and kindness, and also learn to be moved.

We would like to thank all the classmates who helped us get through this. People who are always grateful are the happiest. Joy and joy will follow, and life will always be sunny. Difficulties and setbacks, we would like to thank others for their selfless help.

A grateful heart is like the sunshine in winter, like the cool breeze in summer, like a lighthouse in the dark night, like a small umbrella on a rainy night. It is a kind of selfless dedication. A grateful heart. Thank you for being with me throughout my life and giving me the courage to be myself.

A grateful heart thanks fate. I will cherish the flowers as they bloom and fall. Let us follow the melody of gratitude and feel the warmth of gratitude.

Be grateful to the people who gave birth to you, because they enable you to experience life; be grateful to the people who raised you, because they enable you to continue to grow. Be grateful to the people who help you because they get you through difficult times.

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 civilize your ignorance. Be grateful to those who love you, because they make you realize the preciousness of love.

Be grateful to the person who hurt you, because he has tempered your will; Be grateful to the person who tripped you, because he has strengthened your legs; Be grateful to the person who deceived you, because he has enhanced your wisdom ; Be grateful to the person who despised you, because he awakened your self-esteem; Be grateful to the person who abandoned you, because he taught you to be independent. Be grateful in everything.

Learn to be grateful.

Be grateful to everyone who makes you grow! We need a grateful heart to unfold a piece of paper called emotion, pick up a pen called gratitude, and write to the parents of my life, to the teacher of my knowledge, to my confidant, and to my heart. Enthusiasm, write down my grateful heart.

A baby is born, a baby plays happily, a student embarks on a journey... How much warm and implicit family affection surges in this! When the sweet dreams are warm and beautiful, when the moon is bright and charming, when the flower season is colorful and fragrant, when the future is bright and magnanimous, we are struggling on the road of seeking knowledge with our stubbornness; when the ruthless wind and ruthless waves suddenly hit, maybe, There is only pessimism and disappointment, only sadness and sighs. At this time, it is our parents who let us see the eagle that dares to climb into the sky and the giant dragon that dares to descend into the sea.

Let us believe that we just let life deceive our hearts and let tears blur our eyes. Tell us that after the wind and rain there will still be sunny days, and after the moon is missing there will still be a full moon.

It is they who lead us out of the misunderstandings of life, it is they who teach us to challenge difficulties, and it is they who allow us to raise the sails of life again after failure! When the young eagles faced the blue sky, they knew nothing, and their hearts were full of unsolvable mysteries; now, they fly through the sky with their strong wings to find unknown answers. But no matter how high or far they fly, they will never forget their lovely home and will be grateful for the love their parents gave them.

Do you remember your first teacher? Do you still remember the first words the teacher said to you? Do you still remember the first time the teacher taught you? For those countless firsts, I hastily set up the boat of my heart and fought hard in the sea. How much effort has been made and how much harvest has been achieved. With hard work, the boat of the "heart" rides the wind and waves and sails towards our ideal.

With the help of the teacher, the ideal manor is finally vaguely visible! At the crossroads of life, it was the teacher who extended his warm hand to us, and that hand was a signpost, so we became firm in the hesitation and sober in thinking. It was the teacher who made us see the vast sky, and it was the teacher who made us see the rippling blue sea.

The teacher’s earnest teachings have transformed into the wisdom in our brains, the blood in our chests, and our external behaviors. In the journey of life, it is the teacher who enriches our souls and develops our intelligence; ignites the light of hope for us, gives us the wings of ideals, and allows us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Because of the love of the teacher and the hard work of hard work, we can have the beauty of peaches and plums and the golden color of rice and wheat. When we become eagles soaring in the sky, when we become dragons swimming in the sea, this is all the teacher's contribution, so we must thank the teacher with our "hearts".

A good teacher is also a helpful friend, isn’t it? If a person has no friends in his life, he has nothing. The friendship between classmates and the years of getting along day and night will break out in an instant and be moved in an instant.

A few years, although only.