We have received a lot of care and help in this world. Although we can't repay them all, we must always be grateful.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." Whenever I think of this sentence, I will think of my parents who gave birth to me and raised me. Thanks to my parents, they brought me to this colorful world, recalling that when I was a child, my parents dragged us with their hands and taught us to walk and run ... whenever we encounter failures and difficulties, there is always a familiar voice behind us to encourage us and give us confidence and courage to overcome them. With the growth of age. Which wrinkle is not made for us? On the contrary, as we get older, our relationship with our parents becomes colder and colder. However, we think that everything our parents give us is worthwhile and we can enjoy it to the fullest. Have we ever thought about thanking our parents? Today, I finally understand that we can't repay our parents' kindness. From now on, we should learn to be grateful and cherish everything around us. We should do what we can for our parents, help them do more housework to reduce their burden ... and repay their parents with excellent results and progress.

"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Every time I think of this sentence, I will think of you who are not relatives but better than relatives-the teacher is coming. Thanksgiving teacher, in that thanksgiving education activity, when we hugged the teacher, we seemed to think of something: teacher! You are like a hard gardener, working day and night for the flowers of our motherland. In the morning, you came back and taught us to cherish the morning time. However, there are hundreds of exercise books waiting for you to correct in the office. At noon, while we were watching TV and playing, the teacher was correcting your homework. In the middle of the night, when everyone goes to bed, only your room is lit. Under that lamp, your teacher has been holding a pen to prepare for tomorrow's class ... we can't help crying when we think about it. While shedding sincere tears, we know that we are wrong. We don't understand who you are working for, who you are working for ... Teacher, flowers return to nature with rich fragrance, let us thank you for your progress in learning!