Write an essay on gratitude 1 Some people may think that life is dull and tasteless, but if you experience life with a truly grateful heart, you will feel that you are actually very happy. Perhaps in the vast sea of people, in the illusory world, you don't know who to thank, but you must know to live happily, even if it's not for yourself, for those who are grateful to you.
There are many things in the world, so leave some gratitude for yourself, and you will gain a colorful life. There is no need to sigh that the world is cold, and there is no need to blame fate. If there is only sunshine in the world, then the world will become a desert. The more difficult it is, the more we should stand up straight, because life is fragile, and only with a grateful heart can we make life strong.
When you are confused, please stand by the window and overlook. You will feel that the world is so colorful and people are so lovely. When you are discouraged, please think about why God let you see this lovely world and why he gave you hope for life.
Facing life, please choose to be calm and firm; In the face of life, please learn to be grateful and learn to contribute; Facing life, please always face it with confidence and smile!
So, let us know how to be grateful and thank everyone around us.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." This is a poem by Li Shangyin, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Does our teacher have such spirit? The teacher trained us from ignorant children to people with all-round development in morality, intelligence and physique. How much effort and sweat they have paid here! Teacher, you have given us the knowledge, strength and courage to overcome difficulties. Teacher, we are forever grateful to you.
I still remember the poem "Wandering Son": "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " In family ties, parents' love for their children is especially great. I want to say to them: fight the blue sky, you gave me wings to fly; Waves are thousands of miles away, and you gave me the power to make waves; The torch never goes out, it is you who burn in our youth with the flame of life.
I can't forget that the smile of spring breeze and rain washed away the dust and sludge in our hearts; Never forget, careful reminder inspires us to go forward bravely. In this way, with your heavy hopes on the road, our shoulders are heavier, our pace is more stable, and the next stop in life is not far away.
Thanks to my friends, praise can't express my gratitude, and flowers can never represent my thoughts. Thank you, my friend. It is your solid arm in the ups and downs that makes me feel overwhelmed and rely heavily. Thank you for your outstretched hands in confusion and giving me a clear direction. Anyway, thank you, my friend.
Be grateful for everything and learn to be grateful.
Be grateful to those who gave birth to you, because they let you experience life; Be grateful to the people who raised you, because they let you grow constantly; Be grateful to those who helped you, because they helped you through the difficulties; Be grateful to those who care about you, because they give you strength; Be grateful to those who educate you; Because they civilized your ignorance. ...
When you truly understand life, you will understand that as long as you always have a grateful heart, then you will have a grateful life.
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude. She groaned in pain all day. Sweat oozed from her forehead, gradually solidified and finally flowed down ... until I cried loudly, a long-lost smile appeared on her face. A brand-new me was born in this brand-new world, and this brand-new world greeted this brand-new me with a smile. At this point, I have a new identity, her daughter; At this moment, she also has a new identity, my mother.
I lay in a comfortable cradle, full of curiosity about this new world. Anything can interest me. Why is the sky blue? Why is water green? What does this world mean to me? What does my arrival mean to the world? I was thinking that my mother's loving face appeared in front of me. That kind of smile is unique to motherhood, enough to charm anyone in the world, but my mother's smile is only for me.
I grew up with my mother's smile. Whenever I encounter difficulties and setbacks, I will look at my mother's face and her smile. Her smile gave me great courage and strength, and supported me to move on on the bumpy road of life.
In this way, I have experienced more than ten cycles of life. I always look up at the sky and stare at the beautiful night. I am a meteor, I am not jealous of the brilliance of the sun, and I don't want to be the bridesmaid of the moon. I want to break through the solid cocoon, draw a beautiful arc and bloom with magnificent brilliance, even for a moment.
After I burned myself out and turned into a meteorite that no longer shines, I tried my best to give my life to others and hide behind the light in obscurity. In the dark, I saw a meteor overflowing with bright tears. ...
After I was gradually forgotten by people, my mother's smile did not abandon me. It is still so beautiful and charming. The faint candlelight in my heart has a solid shield and gradually settles down.
Mom, don't give me anything, just give me a smile, the most beautiful smile in the world, and use this smile to brush away my burned scars and bring me spiritual comfort. Thank you, thank you, mom, thank you for your smile.
There are too many touches, washing away the lead of the years and depositing it in my heart. Gratitude is a philosophy of life and great wisdom of life. Life can't be smooth sailing, and all kinds of failures and helplessness require us to face bravely and calmly. At this time, do you complain about life blindly and become depressed and depressed from now on? Or be grateful for life and get up after falling? British writer Thackeray said: "Life is a mirror. You laugh, and it laughs. " If you cry, it will cry. "Gratitude is not pure psychological comfort, nor is it an escape from reality, nor is it Ah Q's spiritual victory method. Gratitude is a way of singing about life, which stems from love and hope for life.
Put a small piece of alum in the water, and the dregs can settle down; If we cultivate a grateful thought in our hearts, we can precipitate a lot of impetuousness and anxiety and melt a lot of dissatisfaction and misfortune. Only with gratitude can we live a better life.
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude. 3 You appear so frequently and suddenly, and always appear when I am unprepared. Because of my stubbornness, I secretly vowed in my heart: I must get rid of you.
Your name is frustration, a name that I remembered when I first met, and a name with a little coolness. Who knows, you are so enthusiastic and keen on getting in touch with people, and we have become a pair of good friends.
acquaintance
At that time, I was a little doll, but it was at that time that I met you.
At that time, I was learning to ride a bike. I was sitting in my seat and my toe just touched the pedal. At first, my father held the back seat and lifted the overall balance of the car, while I sat on it and manipulated the handlebars, pedaling my feet like pedals, with a smug smile on my face and occasionally waving to acquaintances on the road. But soon, my father secretly let go. He tried to let me ride by myself, but I always fell to the ground not to disappoint him, once, twice, three times ... I don't know how many times I fell, broke my arm and broke my head, and my father stopped teaching me. However, how can I give up willingly, so I began to practice by myself and finally learned it in countless falls. I made it. Now, I can still take my hand off the handlebar and still control my bike well. However, at that time, I knew you were up to something.
So, when I first met you, I was so embarrassed.
Accompany each other
Since I first met you, you never seem to leave. You have no idea how much I hate you.
After stepping into the campus, life has become very different. Every day is a rambling course. People say that learning math makes boys smarter, faster and better. And I think I am an exception, and my math score has been stable at 30 -50 points. There was a time when I studied mathematics hard and found myself many papers to do every day. My life is full of mathematics. Recite formulas when eating, theorems when walking, and even some axioms when sleeping, but the grades have been very stable. During that time, I hated you, but your name seemed to haunt me every day. Until graduation, I still live in your shadow.
In the days when I am with you, I am so helpless and hate you.
Know very well
Eighteen years, I spent more than ten years with your friends and got to know each other.
Now, I no longer hate your feelings, but I am glad to have your company. I have more gratitude to you now. If it weren't for you, I might not insist on studying, so that I can't ride a bike yet; If it weren't for you, I might not study hard now, so I would be mediocre all my life; If it weren't for you, I might not learn to stand on my own feet. I am still a flower in the greenhouse. ...
You have taught me so much that I have matured step by step. I am full of gratitude to you.
Gradually, I found that I fell in love with your frequent appearance and your sudden appearance. I once again secretly vowed that I would never leave you in my life and be grateful.
My friend, can you hear my gratitude to you?
Writing a composition on the topic of gratitude 4 Walking in the golden ears of rice, it seems that everything is stained with this color. The autumn wind caresses and ripples. The sea covered the sun. Full ears, swaying rice stalks and fragrant rice filled the whole earth.
I was inexplicably moved. Isn't this the gratitude of rice ears to farmers?
The flowers faded, but she left a fragrance, which drifted to the streets of Shili and scattered into the air. Spring silkworms die, but they leave pupae and silk coils to express their gratitude to mankind.
In fact, the world is not without gratitude, but we have not found it.
The Yellow River keeps flowing. Throughout the ages, people are romantic.
The world is in troubled times, and wars are raging. In order to be a wizard, Liu Bei put down his heavy responsibility, rode his horse, looked around the thatched cottage, and only wanted to see Zhuge.
Zhuge came out to help each other. Amazing tricks, defeating the enemy, laid a solid foundation for Liu Bei. Isn't Zhuge's coming out of the mountain a gratitude for Liu Bei's three visits to the cottage?
Gratitude should be repaid by action.
Go out early and come back late, and collect honey. Bees travel thousands of miles to build nests just to suck juice. A hive like a fortress, full of honey. a
A hardworking bee is brewing a sweet gift. Sweet honey and happy smile are the gratitude of bees to human beings for their nectar.
What even animals can do, why can't we talk?
It was chilly outside, and my parents came back from work. A cordial greeting, a warm hug and a thick coat always make parents feel warm. We don't need to do earth-shattering things, as long as we can do what we can, even if it is cooking a meal and washing some clothes, it is also a gratitude to our parents.
Gratitude should be expressed by heart and action.
Sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing, and crows have the meaning of feeding back. Even if it is only a drop of water, it should be repaid with a clear spring. On the long road of life, there will inevitably be setbacks and failures. At this time, someone will always stand by your side, lend you a helping hand and take you to the future.
Everyone has feelings. Don't let yourself be an indifferent person. Learn to be grateful, and with a grateful heart, you will know how to pay and know how to return. Some people say that the essence of kindness is gratitude. If a person learns to be grateful, he is a happy person. We should be grateful to help others, even a little.
Gently sow the seeds of gratitude, and it only takes a little spring rain to take root and sprout and float out of the nose. Let the seeds of gratitude spread all over the earth, let the flowers of gratitude spread all over the mountains, let the fragrance of gratitude permeate the world, and let the feelings of gratitude decorate people's hearts.
Thanksgiving parents, thank them for bringing us into this world, let us taste the ups and downs of this world;
Grateful friends, thank them for sharing the pain for us, so that we are no longer alone;
Thanks to the teachers, thank them for selflessly imparting knowledge to us so that we can judge right from wrong. ...
With a grateful heart, our life will be full of warmth; Keep a grateful heart, and our hearts will be purer! People who know how to be grateful will eventually be happy.
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude. Affection is a piece of winter sunshine, which makes cold people warm; Affection is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people in desperate situations see hope; Home is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people. Family is everywhere!
I remember one winter, I was restless, sitting at my desk, muttering: Damn homework, let's do art homework first and relax. Do it. I found a stack of colored cardboard and a double-sided tape, but where are the scissors? It's just scissors.-Mom, where are the scissors? Oh, wait a minute. I will look for it for you. Mom stopped what she was doing, pushed open the door and searched everything.
After a while, my mother pushed open the door and handed me the scissors. I was stunned. My mother gave me the handle of the scissors, but the mouth of the scissors remained in my own hand. This is affection!
If maternal love is like water, grandma's love is like a cup of sweet tea. It was a summer morning, and the sun had shone through the window and on the bed. How warm and comfortable. I opened my sleepy eyes, yawned, got up and got dressed. I have to make up lessons today. Suddenly, a scent crept into my nostrils. Oh! It's my favorite fried egg! I snorted, got out of bed and ran to the kitchen. At first glance, it's really grandma cooking breakfast-hey, you can eat it later when you get up so early. Grandma saw me and couldn't help asking: Did you sleep well last night? The mosquito stung and a huge drop of hot oil splashed on grandma's face. Grandma, does it hurt? I asked affectionately. Grandma frowned, then smiled: used to it. But grandma kept stirring the eggs.
And the love between father and grandfather is so unknown. Every day when I go to school, my father always takes pains to send me there, rain or shine; Every time after school, grandpa smiles and waits for me at the school gate early. Day after day, year after year, grandpa and dad have been picking me up for 9 years since kindergarten. But grandpa and dad never complain. Instead, they expressed their concerns. Read more books and listen carefully.
The greatest feeling in the world is affection, and affection is the greatest power in the world. Therefore, we should learn to be grateful for family ties and know how to be grateful for family ties. It is precisely because of the care of parents and grandparents that we can appreciate the beauty of the world and not lose our way on the road of growth. Learn to be grateful, and the world becomes warm; Know how to be grateful and make the world full of hope. Let gratitude grow with us!
Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, and let me have the courage to face my grateful family and grow together!
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude 6 gratitude, so in a word, all people who are good to you deserve gratitude, but in any case, there must be a priority. So it is not a wise choice to be the first to thank an outsider like me.
Speaking of gratitude, the first thing to be grateful for is the mother. Mom experienced the pain of pregnancy and the death of a child in October, and finally brought you to the world. With this, no one can compare with her kindness to you. No matter how hard you are raised in the future, how can you have the heart to put her behind someone who has nothing to do with you, like me, by looking at the silver thread cooked for you on your mother's head, carefully observing the wrinkles you squeeze out and touching the calluses you grind?
After mother, it should be father. Father also gave you life, but it may not be as painful as mother, but among the people you should be grateful for, he should still rank first. Although China is more or less influenced by the traditional thought of "the man is the master and the woman is the master", children in most families have more opportunities to contact their mothers than their fathers, so many children have less affection for their fathers.
But now the situation is actually like this: the mother is the master, maintaining the child's spiritual world, and the father is the master, which better guarantees the child's material life. If both parents turn to the Lord, a child with only a spiritual world and no material life will certainly not survive in this society for a long time. Therefore, it is understandable when the child's spiritual world is not long. It is said that his father loves a mountain, and his father is a mountain. He is silent, not as warm as his mother, but he silently holds up a rainless sky for you.
It is precisely because of fatherly love and maternal love that one is silent like a mountain and the other is silent like a spring rain. Many people, like my deskmate, are easy to ignore them. What's more, they have great prejudice against their parents. These people are bathed in love every day, but they don't feel it. They still have to bother to find the love of others, and they will still be sad if others don't give them. I can't help but think of a sentence about travel: "Travel is actually from where you are tired to where others are tired." It's not that there are no beautiful women around, but that you are "tired". It's not that there is no love around you, but that you are "tired".
Gratitude is not that you are grateful for the world, but that you can appreciate those who are silently paying by your side.
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude. 7 Thanksgiving, there are too many people in the world who deserve my gratitude. I thank my life and my parents ... but I forget that we should thank ourselves.
We thank ourselves because we have worked hard for so many years.
We thank ourselves because we stand up in the face of setbacks.
We thank ourselves, because we never give up on ourselves anyway.
From birth to now, we all grew up by ourselves. From childhood ignorance to today's knowledge, from childhood dependence to self-reliance now, we all rely on our own efforts, step by step.
In spring, we struggle to get up and go back to school anyway;
In summer, we stand in the scorching sun, covered in sweat.
In autumn, we step on the fallen leaves all over the ground and go to school for knowledge;
In winter, we braved the cold wind and were not afraid to tremble all over.
How hard I study! Isn't it worth thanking yourself?
In life and study, no matter how hard you try, there will inevitably be misunderstandings and scolding.
My parents blamed me for not doing well in the exam, and the teacher looked down on me. My efforts and pains are only known to me, and I secretly promise myself to study hard and keep it up.
When I made a mistake, I was falsely accused by others, and only we knew our innocence. "I didn't do anything wrong."
In life, we learn to be independent, because we know that only by learning to take care of ourselves can we survive and stand on our own feet.
Therefore, we learn from small things, dress ourselves, eat ourselves, wash our clothes and cook ourselves ... even if the cold water and kitchen knife are sharp in winter, we are fearless.
How much effort I have made for my life! Isn't it worth thanking yourself?
Now, in the future, we should all thank ourselves.
Our own tomorrow is created by ourselves, paving our own way, beautifying our own environment, and finally going by ourselves.
When we grow up, we have to do everything by ourselves now and in the future. In life, no one can help himself all his life, only he can do it. It was doomed from the moment he was born. We laugh with ourselves and live with ourselves until we are old. I did everything myself. Life is hard and easy, and only you know the sweat you shed. It's really hard for yourself. When our efforts bring value, we are the happiest. There are ups and downs in learning. When we hit rock bottom, we reconciled with ourselves with our support and help.
Encouraged by people other than yourself, didn't you stand up by yourself? Life is still very long, and it is ourselves who taste life. I find that we have done too much for ourselves.
So we believe in ourselves, support ourselves and thank ourselves.
Let's thank ourselves!
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude. Some people say that true love does not need gratitude. So I stopped writing cards in my hand and stopped saying "thank you" since I was a child. But you still care about me as always. Maybe you will say in your heart, "Daughter, are you too indifferent?"
Actually, it is not. At school, I learned to appreciate friendship. Even a look, a look up, a wave, my heart is full of sweetness. I also learned to be grateful to the teacher, even if it is a smile, an encouragement, a praise, the dream is full of dreamy colors; I also learned to be grateful to the society. Even if it is a certificate, a certificate and a reward, my eyes are full of hope. However, for some other love, I don't care anymore.
In a cold winter, although the snowflakes in the sky no longer fly, the snow on the ground feels colder when it melts. I wrapped my clothes and walked home quickly. I saw my mother washing clothes, because there was no washing machine at home at that time, so the clothes could only be washed by hand. I took a closer look, and my mother's hands were frozen into persimmons on the tree, and she was still scrubbing clothes over and over again. I don't know why, but I have a sour taste in my heart Looking at my mother's frozen red hands and the forehead left by the years, I thought that my mother raised me with hardships and understood my mother's deep love for me. I ... I said to my mother at that time, "Mom, don't wash it, why don't you warm your hands in the house?" Mother replied, "It's very cold outside. You go in first. I want to wash these clothes before I go in. " Seeing such a stubborn mother, I must have walked away without hesitation before, but I think such a mother is really cute.
I also squatted down to help my mother wash. When I put my hand into the water, I felt a piece of ice in my hand. When my mother saw it, she quickly said to me, "Go back quickly and I'll wash it." I don't remember the answer at that time. I vaguely remember that I didn't go back to the house, but washed it with my mother. My mother turned her head and we smiled at each other. ...
Look at the ice ridges on the eaves, aren't they piled up bit by bit? Just like this decade, maternal love has been accumulating. Although the cold wind is howling outside and the bamboo is bent by the heavy snow, the snow will eventually be erased by the sun and welcome warmth.
It turns out that I forgot the people I love around me. It turns out that my mother and I still love each other deeply. I am a lively fish, and my mother is surrounded by my ocean; I am a soft white cloud and my mother is a blue sky.
This winter, because of my mother's love, I no longer feel cold.
Grateful love, grateful maternal love. It is said that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, but I think my mother's love for me is like a candle, which brings me warmth but burns me.
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude. 9 In the common dance of the blackboard eraser and chalk, in the voice of the teacher, and in the meticulous care, how many teachers are deeply imprinted in the hearts of students!
Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; The eagle is grateful to the blue sky, because the blue sky makes it spread its wings and fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it lofty; I thank my teachers because they let me swim in the ocean of knowledge; Because they let me see right and wrong, good and evil; Because they gave me the courage to go forward in the face of difficulties. ...
Students, have you ever thought that our world has become so beautiful because of teachers, and there is a bright light in chaos; In the confused night sky, there is the eternal Beidou. Teachers shoulder the sacred mission, the future of the motherland, the prosperity and history of the nation. In this way, generations of teenagers grow up healthily under the care of teachers and rush to a better future under the watchful eye of teachers.
Students, shouldn't we be grateful to those teachers who have worked hard for us?
Without sunshine, there would be no growth of everything; Without rain and dew, there is no fragrance of flowers; Without parents, there is no life; But without the teacher's teaching, there will be no progress and growth. Therefore, we should face our teachers with gratitude. "Come with a heart, not a blade of grass." This is the teacher's tireless teaching and selfless dedication. This selfless and great love gives us warmth and strength, and urges every student to realize his dream and reach the other side of victory.
"Make candles like spring silkworms to light the way." For thousands of years, many people compared teachers to spring silkworms and candles. Their painstaking efforts and selfless dedication have made many flowers of the motherland the pillars of China! Who knows how much sweat and hard work it contains? Perhaps the teachers' white hair and wrinkles are the best witness.
However, even if teachers are compared to green leaves and red candles, they cannot be praised for their efforts and achievements! Teachers are not green leaves, but they are nourishing them; It is not a red candle, but it can shine through the soul, because they are always in our eyes. It is the teacher who composes every note in our life into the most beautiful melody in the world. I really want to take out a string of firecrackers, set off a sound of blessing, and sing the most beautiful song in the world for the teacher with gorgeous fireworks.
Students, please remember that this is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. Let the grateful heart surge silently in our hearts forever. ...
Writing a composition on the topic of gratitude 10 once had such hands, which protected me like angel wings when I was a toddler; There used to be such a pair of hands that guided me like the big dipper when I was confused; There used to be such a pair of hands that inspired me when I was lost and discouraged. Two identical saplings, one of which was bound by a pair of hands holding wire, turned out to be a boutique in potted plants; Another tree was watered with a kettle in both hands and eventually grew into a towering tree. Looking back, are we all like this little sapling? There used to be a pair of hands cultivating us.
Do you still vaguely remember a pair of slender hands stroking your cheeks and wiping your tears when you fell? The long years have taken away her beautiful face and left wrinkles on her smiling face; Once bright eyes are now trapped in eye sockets. Her efforts made her children brilliant, and Mencius' mother moved three times to find a good environment for her son. Yue Fei's mother tattooed the words loyal to the country on her son's back ... These are her hands, which are weak but can hold up a soaring sky for you.
Do you still vaguely remember that a pair of stout hands cleared the way for us? When you and I do something wrong because of naughty, leave a red palm print on our face? This pair of hands has this scar and cocoon, which are traces of vicissitudes of life, and this is evidence of our painstaking efforts. George Washington's father taught him to be honest. Once, Washington cut down his father's favorite cherry tree and used it as a toy gun. When his father came back, he was angry and asked who did it. Little Washington came out of the corner and admitted that he did it. His father asked him, "You cut down my cherry tree. Aren't you afraid of me hitting you? " Washington said, "Dad, you said honesty was the most important thing. I didn't lie. " After listening to his son's words, the father was very moved. He realized that the excellent quality of children is more precious than his beloved cherry tree. He hugged Washington and said, "Dad forgives you, son. Admitting a mistake is a heroic act and is more valuable than a thousand cherry trees. " This is my father's hand, powerful but full of wisdom and gentleness.
These hands are like craftsmen casting cornerstones for our future; These hands are like shields against evil temptations for us; These hands turned into a pair of wings behind us, which gave us the strength to fly, and let us soar with his wings. This pair of hand-painted may not be the finishing touch, but it is the green leaves that set off the peony. When we grow up, maybe these hands can no longer support our heavy burden, but they leave birds singing, cool breeze and flowers on our long road of life. ...
Hold these hands and hug these people.