Grateful composition 1 I want to tell you that you are a hardworking gardener, caring for our saplings like spring rain. It is you who taught us knowledge and made us understand the truth of being a man.
We have caused you a lot of trouble. Instead of complaining, you handled these things patiently. When there was a red cross and a red circle in our exercise book, you didn't blame us, but explained to us what's wrong with this title, so that we can remember that this kind of wrong question can't happen again next time.
I remember one time, you were ill, and we all thought you wouldn't give us classes. Who knows that you rushed to the classroom with illness and gave us a lesson. We listened to your lecture carefully, but you endured the pain there.
A difficult problem has puzzled me for a long time and I can't think of an answer. I frowned. You saw me and walked beside me. You seem to read my mind. Instead of telling me the answer directly, you told an interesting story. After listening to this story, I was suddenly enlightened and all my doubts vanished.
The discipline of a class is not good. You punish our whole class for copying texts, copying a lot. Being punished is really hard! Not everyone in the class is violating discipline, but someone is. Remember what you once said: Think more about your classmates who are troubled by your mistakes before you make them. Let me know what unity and mutual assistance are, and don't back down.
Gratitude Composition 2 Who is the Messenger of Love? Who could he (she) be? Guess what? Do you think it's a teacher or a classmate? No, the messengers of love are parents. Some people may ask: Why are the messengers of love parents? Yes, parents, because they are sent by angels, let them protect, care about and cherish our growth. Then let us know that we should be grateful to them.
What did our parents give us? Only when I went to the welfare home did I know that the children in the welfare home lacked food and drink, but what they lacked was love, love from their parents and a warm love. No matter how poor and bitter a family is, as long as there is love and suffering, it can survive. Without love, what's the use of having more money in a rich and luxurious place? Can you buy back love?
What else did our parents give us? Give us a life, let us thrive under the care of this life. Just like a small sapling, there are insects in the middle that hinder its growth. Woodpeckers come to take it out for him, then grow to the fullest, and when they reach a certain age, they grow old silently. ...
With these two points, we thank our parents for their affection, their love and their dribs and drabs. I want to write a poem:
Parents pay silently, and infinite love lingers in our ears, silently recording our growth. Silent sadness has never appeared on their faces, but happiness and joy have brought us too much. ...
Together, we said, "Thank you, the messenger of love." They gave us too much ... we gave too little in return ... only a little came back to make our parents feel gratified. ...
Gratitude Composition 3 Gratitude is a smile of white clouds on the wind, an ardent hug among friends, a wanderer's deep yearning for his mother, and a student's sincere blessing to his teacher. What are you grateful for?
Faced with this problem, some people will say that gratitude is far away, but I say that gratitude is close at hand. The wind passed us and we said, "It's really cool." This is our gratitude for the wind; Water ran down our throats, making our thirst disappear and saying, "It's good to have water." This is our gratitude for water; When the weather is cold, as soon as I get close to the stove, I feel warm all over. I sigh, "Ah, my body is much warmer with fire." This is also our gratitude for fire. In our daily life, every word and smile we make is gratitude to others.
I have a relative who has a promising career and outstanding achievements. He said that this is inseparable from the cultivation of his parents when he was a child. He was determined to be a useful person to society since he was a child, so he studied hard, but his grades could not always be among the best. Finally, his parents figured out the reason why he couldn't get good grades in the exam, that is, he studied hard and couldn't be flexible. When he meets a problem, he just turns to the corner and never thinks from the other side. Therefore, his parents bought some exercises to do diversified turning questions for him, and the effect gradually became obvious. Finally, I will become a good student with excellent grades and moral character. Now, he has grown up. In order to repay his parents' cultivation and care when he was a child, he bought a foreign house to live with his parents and let them enjoy their old age. I thank my parents for their years of nurturing.
There are countless gratitude in the world, and gratitude also makes human beings have feelings, so that human beings can learn to "repay each other with the grace of dripping water." Now, gratitude is within our power.
Grateful Composition 4 Have you been worrying about your parents' nagging? You can understand what kind of love these complicated words contain! Have you ever been angry because of your parents' constraints? You know, this is all because of your parents' love for you! Have you ever been sad for your parents' scolding? You can understand how severe this reprimand is!
Leave some gratitude in your heart and cherish your parents' love in your heart!
If you are still complaining about the teacher's ignorance and unkindness! Then you must forget that the teacher gave you a lecture patiently during recess; You must have forgotten that teachers often give us lessons seriously with hoarse voices; You must forget that the teacher is still sitting in front of the lamp, working in the silent night!
Keep some gratitude in your heart, and keep the teacher's good in your heart!
Don't worry about your friend's unintentional injury, bury it in your heart! Don't you forget that when you are in trouble, there is always a timely helping hand in front of you? Don't you forget that when you are wronged, there will always be someone around you to listen to you cry? Don't you forget that on your birthday, you often receive a heartfelt blessing?
Leave some gratitude in your heart, and leave some friendship in your heart!
Flowers appreciate the elegance of the morning sun and bloom the most brilliant smile;
Green leaves thank the baptism of rain, showing the most touching charm;
The eagle appreciates the tolerance of the blue sky and sings the loudest strong voice;
Keep some gratitude in our hearts and give our warmest greetings to our dear parents; Dedicated to our beloved teacher with the best results; Best wishes to our lovely friends; Dedicated to this beautiful world with a grateful heart!
Be grateful! Pay back the money! To repay those who once cared about "helping you!"
Thanksgiving, return, happiness!
Grateful Composition 5 "Grateful Heart, Thank You …" Whenever I hear this song "Grateful Heart", I will think of many people I want to thank, including strange brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters … I have so many people I want to thank, but the person I want to thank most is not my relatives but a strange brother.
The thing is, I was allowed to eat eggs for breakfast after getting up one morning in the winter vacation. When I finished taking them, I was about to watch the refrigerator door close at once. I found a post-it note floating on the refrigerator door. I took a look: Jiajia, take a bus to grandma's house after breakfast. Be safe! After breakfast, I hurried to the bus station with small backpack on my back. I finally got on a bus. I put a one-dollar coin in the coin box, and then I looked for it. Unfortunately, there is no room left. I whispered, alas! I had no choice but to grab the pole and the car started. I kept turning around with the shaking of the car, which made me dizzy. At this time, a big brother four or five years older than me stood up and said, "Little sister, come and sit in my seat!" " I'll be right there. "I said," thank you, big brother, no need. " Eldest brother sat down, but stood up and said, "I'm really at the station. Please take my seat! " "After many twists and turns, he won. I sat in his seat. A few minutes later, I arrived at the station, but he was still in the car. I realized that he told a white lie.
To this day, I don't know the name of that big brother, and I haven't thanked him.
Grateful composition 6 maternal love is an umbrella for us to shelter from the wind and rain; Motherly love is a lighthouse, guiding us in the direction of progress. Therefore, in my heart, my mother is the person I am most grateful to.
My mother is tall, with dark hair, watery eyes, a small mouth like a cherry and a smile all day. She is very dignified and kind.
Since primary school, my mother's concern for me has been more meticulous. Send me to school every day, send me home after school, and go to heaven every day for fear that I will disappear. When it rains, my mother shelters me from the wind and rain. When there is sunshine, my mother uses an umbrella to shade me. If she is ill, she will feel extremely distressed.
I remember one night when I was six years old, it was raining in Mao Mao. After eating, I felt a headache and couldn't help crying. My mother heard my crying and ran over and asked with concern, "Zi Qi, what's the matter?" I cried and said, "I have a headache." My mother touched my head and said, "Ah! Zi Qi, your head is burning! You have a high fever. Let's go to the hospital. " After that, she picked me up and ran to the hospital. Along the way, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the rain hits my mother from time to time. My mother was afraid that I would get wet in the rain, so she wrapped me tightly in a coat. When I got to the hospital, my mother took me to see a doctor for injections and medicine. After that, I fell asleep in a daze
At dawn the next day, I was much better. When I opened my eyes, I found my mother lying beside me asleep. What a good mother! She probably didn't sleep well all night for me. Looking at my mother's tired appearance, I almost shed tears.
Mom, you are the most grateful person to me. You gave me selfless love. When I grow up, I will repay you well.
In the afternoon, my mother was so tired that she wanted to buy bean sprouts for dinner. As for me, I will ride an electric car instead of my mother to buy bean sprouts.
On the road, a sprinkler came slowly from behind me. That sprinkler, he takes up a lot of space. The width of this waterwheel is four or five meters, which is enough to spray a wide road. As for me, even if I stand on the edge, I will be sprayed by the sprinkler.
I'm worried. what can I do? I am a killer riding an electric car. What should I do in this situation? My mind is blank, and there is a capital "what" in it.
Don't! Baby, don't do this to me, don't! The sprinkler is five meters away from me at most. I feel like I'm on the fuse of death. In one second, just one second, I'll be washed into a drowned rat. Think about it, how tragic the scene is at this time!
Seeing that the sprinkler has caught up, I am ready to be baptized by the storm. But? That moment did not come after all. What happened? I was a little confused, so I slowed down and rode on the side of the road. Oh! I see that the sprinkler is not so magnificent, because he doesn't sprinkle water! I think: it is estimated that there is something wrong with the watering place! Or no water!
When I got home, I couldn't forget it. Think about it carefully: how can a sprinkler that sprays the street every day break down halfway? Besides, how can a sprinkler not know how much water it needs? He doesn't even know how much water he needs to spray the road. How can he become a sprinkler?
Hmm! Yes! Maybe the sprinkler was afraid that I would be sprayed because I turned off the sprinkler. Hmm! This is the only explanation! Thank him so much! Until now, my heart has been burning.
The teacher is the gardener who cultivates us. They exchanged their own' efforts' for our growth and cultivated a pillar of talents.
My teacher's surname is Jiang. In my primary school career, Mr. Jiang is my most grateful teacher.
When I was in the third grade, I met Teacher Jiang for the first time. At that time, my performance and grades in the class were excellent, and Teacher Jiang often praised me.
When I was in the fifth grade, I came to my present school. Maybe I'm not used to it I can't concentrate in math class, and my grades are gradually declining. Because of my love for Chinese, my Chinese grades have been maintained. I often can't finish my homework, and with the teacher's criticism, I simply start to hate math, and even have a partial subject.
In the sixth grade, I entered teacher Jiang's class again. Seeing you again, I have an idea to change for Mr. Jiang. Because I don't want to go on like this, and I believe that in the eyes of Teacher Jiang, I am not a poor student. I can't live up to my teacher's expectations and ruin his impression of me.
With this in mind, I study hard, especially math. In math class, I try my best to concentrate on listening carefully and stop being half-hearted. I also try to get rid of my previous problems and make myself better. "Hard work pays off", through unremitting efforts, I finally returned to the peak from the trough and became an excellent student in everyone's eyes.
In the process of my progress, in addition to my own efforts, I also need the help of teachers. Teacher Jiang not only improved my Chinese, but also cared about our life. He often talks with students and sets up a suggestion box. Let's write down our views on this course and put them in the suggestion box. Then the teacher took measures to solve it.
Teacher Jiang, like a bright light in the darkness of my life, lit up the way forward for me and woke me up in confusion.
Looking back, the loose heartstrings have been quietly tightened unconsciously. The melody in my memory hit my chest invisibly. It is another spring, and I seem to recall the memory that touched my heart.
In spring and March, in winter and spring, I curled up in the quilt and kept shivering. Head swelling, pain, dizziness and extreme discomfort. Grandma rubbed her old hands anxiously, opened her mouth and said, I told you not to play with water, but you wouldn't listen! I left in a hurry, leaving me with an ethereal back.
Five minutes, ten minutes, is grandma angry? I thought about it slowly. Grandma didn't answer. I struggled to get up and found my grandmother in the house, so I limped out. A bang at the door caught my attention. I moved to the back of the house, shivering, unable to move: under the dense bamboo forest, grandma bent down and struggled to dig under the bamboo with a hoe. Perhaps for the convenience of movement, in this narrow, hot and cold period, grandma, who had been paralyzed by rheumatism, only wore a thin sweater. When the wind blows, clothes float slightly. Alas, the shortness of breath came into my eardrum and hit my chest hard. I opened my mouth and wanted my grandmother to stop digging, but there was silence in my throat. The pain in my head and the pain in my heart are killing me. Why am I so uncomfortable? I don't know. I don't understand. Wow. .....
Grandma made an action and turned her head to see my frown when I cried in the wind. She threw down the hoe, grabbed a bamboo root on the ground, ran awkwardly with her legs, took my hand and dragged it into the house, saying simply, you have a cold and strong girl running out! In the misty eyes, grandma's gray hair and arched back came into view. Wow. ...
Grandma, I just want a spring breeze, but you gave me everything you have, and your love for me will never be forgotten!
Gratitude composition 10 Gratitude is everywhere. For example, there are grateful beauty and grateful care ... these gratitude are everywhere. You see, I found gratitude in my life.
I remember it was a cold afternoon, and white snowflakes were flying in the sky, as if angels in white had fallen from the sky. How beautiful! But my mother was ill that day, and my father was at home with my mother. I didn't have time to see her off, so I went to dance class by myself. I sneezed all the way, and I was freezing. I walked to the dance class trembling. At this time, a burst of warmth came to me, very warm.
Soon, the class was over, and I couldn't help shivering at the thought of running home again. Oh, my God! It's so cold outside that I have to walk. What should I do? But there is no way, or face the facts, resigned. At this time, all my friends left, leaving me alone. I sat on the sofa in a daze and began to think: if only someone would pick me up! Driving, heating, watching the snow outside, people have to be intoxicated! Just then, someone suddenly patted me on the shoulder. I gave a cry and turned to look. It turned out to be a teacher! The teacher kindly asked, "Why don't you go home so late?" I said hesitantly, "I, I, no one, someone came to pick me up." Talk like popcorn. The teacher smiled and said, "Never mind, I'll take you back!" " "I collapsed! Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say. What a surprise! I quickly said thank you, and then went to the cart with the teacher. Along the way, we talked and laughed. Although the wind was still biting, my heart was warm and I didn't feel cold at all.
I believe that this is a kind of gratitude, a kind of grateful care. I believe this gratitude is worth learning and doing. Let's pass it on to every corner of the world!
Grateful composition 1 1 I have experienced many things on the road of growing up. Some are happy, some are sad, some are irritating, and some are unforgettable ... However, what impressed me the most is a little thing that happened in the classroom:
I remember that time, as soon as the bell rang and the teacher walked out of the classroom, the class was very lively: some were chatting, some were playing games created by others, some were chasing and fighting, and some were looking into the distance. I am the only one who is still correcting the test papers that the teacher is marking in class. Suddenly, a topic stumped me. The teacher seems to have talked about this topic in class, but I forgot. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Seeing me like this, Wu Qitian came over and asked me, "What's wrong with you?" "I have a topic that will not be revised." I replied, "Which one?" I pointed to the topic that puzzled me. Wu Qitian told me all the ins and outs of what the teacher said in class, and I corrected the topic. I thanked him again and again, and my heart was warm. I also thought: Wu Qitian is like a beam of sunshine in winter, like a guide, guiding me home when I get lost, like a lamp in the dark, shining in front of me.
Looking back on the past, this little thing that happened in class is still vivid. Finally, I want to send myself a Chinese sentence: I won't forget when people help me; I help people, remember.
Grateful composition 12 teacher's love is the warm sunshine in early spring, gently sowing the seeds of knowledge; Teacher's love is the shade of midsummer, silently covering every stream in the gurgling stream; Teacher's love is a red leaf in autumn, which welcomes the autumn colors in the garden and bears fruitful results; Teacher's love is a wisp of plum fragrance in winter. Xue Rui smiled proudly in the cold, and taught us not to be afraid of the cold, to build up confidence and move forward bravely.
I remember it was when I was in the fifth grade. Once the math teacher left homework, and I made many mistakes. The teacher asked me to go to the office when he found out. I am afraid of being criticized. After class, I walked into the teacher's office. The teacher saw me, put down the pen, picked up my homework and asked me, "What's wrong with you? How did the homework get written like this? " I replied timidly, "I didn't ... I didn't hear you clearly last class ..." The teacher was not angry, but gently said to me, "Listen carefully in class, don't be absent-minded ..." I nodded and whispered, "Got it." Then the teacher picked up my homework, took me aside, and analyzed the reasons why I made a mistake over and over again until I understood it. Then, the teacher asked me to go back and correct my mistakes. I nodded and went back to the classroom.
Teachers' love is selfless, loving and strict. I thank you, my teacher! I love you, my teacher.
Grateful composition 13 One sunny day, I went for a walk in the park.
What a beautiful park! The sun shines on the grass, and the green lawn is like pieces of green jade. The sun shines on the flowers, and every flower blooms in the sun like a beautiful smiling face.
I sat on a bamboo chair in the park, enjoying everything. At this moment, a cool breeze brushed my face. Then, another gust of wind blew through the branches, and the branches made a "rustling" sound. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the sun is covered by clouds. First, the Mao Mao rain like cow hair floated down, then it became the size of a grain of rice, and finally it became a raindrop as big as a bean. It is raining cats and dogs.
The rain came suddenly, and it was impossible to prevent it-no one brought an umbrella, and I was no exception-I quickly hid under a lush poplar tree to shelter from the rain, while others hid under it, and the tree where I stood was crowded with people.
Just when everyone was in a hurry, a female voice said, "Please don't worry." That's a beautiful voice, like a mountain spring in Ding Dong. A young aunt is walking under the tree. She is wearing work clothes. She must be the park manager. She has many umbrellas in her hand, all of which have the words "keep green". People hiding under the tree swarmed in. But although there are many umbrellas, there are not enough people. Many thin people didn't grab it, and I was one of them. What we grabbed went home, and what we didn't grab had to wait.
I saw that aunt plunge into the rain. After about 5 minutes, she came back again, holding all kinds of umbrellas and handing them out one by one. "Little sister." Before I knew it, I had pholiota adiposa in my hand. All the umbrellas were distributed, but she didn't have an umbrella herself. She walked into the heavy rain ... the rain soaked her whole body, and the only thing that didn't soak was her kind heart. My hands are cold, but my heart is warm.
The true feelings in the world warm people's hearts. I really want to say to that aunt, "Thank you!" "
Grateful composition 14 "Life itself is the most beautiful fairy tale". This famous saying of Andersen tells me the true meaning of life: because of life, you have ups and downs; Because of life, you have emotions; Because of life, you have friendship and feelings. Almost everything about you is given to you by life, and you should be grateful for it.
Life is full of setbacks. One day, I was doing a math problem, and a thinking question blocked my road to success. I thought about it, checked the information and finally solved it. I can't help feeling that life is always difficult, and the blue sky washed by wind and rain is still brilliant!
Life is full of happiness. It's winter and it's very cold. On the way home from school, snowflakes danced and the north wind roared. Pedestrians in the street wrapped themselves up and everyone was rushing home. I also went home. As soon as I entered the house, my father asked me to be caring and attentive, fearing that something would happen to me. Suddenly, I seemed to be surrounded by a warm current, and the previous cold was swept away. How happy I am!
Life is full of opportunities. One Sunday, I looked up my composition on the Internet. By chance, I found an online submission address. I quickly entered the address and entered the website. Successfully sent a lot of compositions, also known as the "star of composition." We must seize the chance of success. Cinderella seized the opportunity of the ball and changed from Cinderella to the bride of the prince. Although the mermaid paid a wonderful voice, she seized the opportunity to meet the prince. Everyone should seize the opportunity to make life more exciting!
Life itself is the most beautiful fairy tale. Let's not hesitate. This life is not easy. If you waste it easily, you will regret it. Life has given us too much. Only by not wasting can we thank life!
Grateful composition 15 "Your writing style is good, your language is fluent, your description of characters is good, and you can start and end like this ..." Listening to what the teacher criticized me, I remembered a scene that moved me when I first entered the classroom.
I was five minutes late because it was my first time to attend a training class and attend a lecture. I was afraid that the teacher would be fierce, so I stayed at the door of the classroom until late. I thought to myself: if I go in and get kicked out by the teacher, wouldn't it be embarrassing in front of the children in other schools? Then you won't miss this class if you don't go in? What shall we do? My heart is like a rabbit.
Timid, I hesitated for a moment and got up the courage to ask my uncle and aunt at the front desk, "I … I … am late …" My words were intermittent, "Can I … go in …" "Son, you can go in!" Aunt said kindly.
Finally, I got up the courage again and pushed the door and went in. "Report", I am sweating, I hope the teacher can forgive me. The teacher didn't speak, I don't know what to do! I stood at the door, and these seconds seemed like hours. Suddenly I found that the teacher was coming towards me, and my feet were weak and I was afraid. Suddenly, the teacher said in a gentle voice like snowflakes all over the sky, "Come, what grade is the child?" "Four! ""Well, come on in! Pay attention to the time next time. " I didn't expect the teacher to be so gentle and amiable.
Listening to the teacher's evaluation of me, I appreciate the teacher very much. I was late and I was wrong, but the teacher can forgive me and encourage me to write well. Thank you, teacher, I will redouble my efforts!