Grateful composition for the seventh grade 1 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. I gradually changed from a naive and troublesome "naughty boy" to a student with excellent academic performance. On the road of life, it is you, my parents, who taught me how to face success and difficulties; How to be a good person; How to understand some truths in life? On the thorny road of life, you "helped" me through this difficult journey after another; When I failed, it was you who told me that "failure is the mother of success" made me stand up in failure and let me go back to the light in adversity; When I succeeded, you told me that "modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind", so that I would not be confused by temporary success.
For my study, for my growth. For 365 days, you have struggled day and night at all costs, laying a brand-new carpet for my success and devoting more efforts to my future.
Thirteen years, mom. You work hard for me every day. I remember once, you took an orange from Huang Chengcheng. Suddenly, my mouth was watering. You really want to read my mind and say to me, "Jiang, eat!" " But I pretended to be gentle and said, "Mom, why don't you eat!" " "And you said," Mom doesn't like it. "In fact, my in the mind ratio who all know, you like fruit best. Because of my naughty character, I couldn't help taking it.
Accept a drop of water when necessary, and I will repay your kindness with spring water. On the road of life, I will live up to your hopes, study hard, be a useful person to my motherland and stand out from the crowd.
Because I was born in a single-parent family, my mother raised me 16 years. During this period, my father didn't come to see me, and he didn't take the responsibility that a father should have. I hate him very much. I hate why he is so cruel. It's no use thinking about it now. My mother and I have a good life, but my mother is a little tired. I am sad.
Originally, my mother and I lived alone, and my mother worked. I should do housework at home, but my mother gets up a few hours more than ordinary people every day to finish housework and cook for me. Originally, my mother could have a day off on Sunday, and I also had to wash clothes, clean the house and mop the floor. But my mother washed clothes, cleaned the house, mopped the floor and cleaned the house without my knowledge. When I saw it, my eyes were already Lacrimosa, and I was very sad. I saw that my mother didn't want me to be tired, but she paid dozens of times for me. My sister's me is very unfilial. Only then did I know the greatness of maternal love.
In order to make my mother not so tired, I also get up early and stay up late to help her. I know it's nothing compared with what my mother did. But I can do something for my mother. I am very happy and will soon. Compared with my mother's greatness, there is only one thing I can do, reading, winning my mother's breath, letting my father know that I am talented in the Meng family, and letting him know that we can live happily without him.
So I thank my mother, and I also thank him for giving me birth in this world, making me feel the warmth and happiness of this person, and I am also very happy. Now I can only help my mother share some things that I can, improve my grades, study hard and get into a good university. Thank you, mom.
I must become a big entrepreneur in the future, be happy with my mother, bid farewell to the past and look forward to the future.
Mom, I thank you.
I often hear my parents say, "The greatest happiness in our life is because of you." This is their sincere words. Their gratitude for life is very warm and makes me feel happy. Everyone should have a grateful heart. Gratitude is the virtue of being a man and the great wisdom of life. Gratitude should be eternal.
I once heard a story: once, my father got lost in the forest with his daughter. Unfortunately, he met a tiger while looking for the way. The father and the daughter were very scared. What is even more unexpected is that in the struggle with the tiger, the father actually left his daughter and ran away! Leaving her poor daughter, she was very scared and angry. She stayed alone in the forest for two days and two nights, and then she was saved by a hunter. After being rescued, she hated her father until people found his body. Only then did she know that in order to save her daughter, her father deliberately ran to distract the tiger, but the tiger killed him. It turned out that she was wrong about her father. She blamed herself and was very sad. She misses her father very much and cherishes and loves every day of her life more, because her father loves me like a mountain! Her father bought her life! She should be strong and brave or, like her father, lend a helping hand to more people and add warmth and friendship to this society!
In life, many of our classmates don't know how to be grateful to their parents and take everything their parents do for granted. Some students, on their birthdays every year, invite classmates to get together and ask their parents to give them money to eat, drink and have fun. But they never want to give their parents a birthday, even if they send a "happy birthday"! Some students don't even know when their parents' birthdays are. Should it be?
When we spoiled and angered our parents again and again, we carved wrinkles on our parents' vicissitudes with our disappointing behavior, and replaced our parents' black hair with white silk with our childish and ridiculous rebellious behavior; When we make unreasonable demands on our parents again and again in order to eat better, dress better and have more fun, we step on their once strong backs step by step. Have we ever thought about whether we can live up to the wrinkles and white silk of our parents by doing so? Are you worthy of your parents' love for us?
We can't just study, we should also know how to repay. Only in this way can we deeply understand the beauty of life, the true feelings between people and the true meaning of life. Let's be grateful for life, grateful for our parents, start from now on, start from small things, study hard, repay our parents' love with knowledge and achievements, and create our own life with growth and development!
Some people know how to be diligent, some people know how to be filial, and some people know how to respect and cherish. I learned a unique friendship-gratitude, which is the truth that my mother taught me to be a man one after another; It was my mother who helped me solve the problems in my life. It was my mother who brought me a cup of hot tea when I was under great pressure to study ... My mother has paid so much for me, shouldn't I learn to be grateful?
I remember once, in the second grade math unit exam, I only got "86" in math. When I got the test paper, I thought to myself: I can't escape my mother's punching and kicking today. My face suddenly burned, and my heart kept bumping like a deer. Those little red "X's" are like smiling faces. Looking at the smiling faces of those students who did well in the exam, I really feel bad. I came home depressed and handed the test paper to my mother with trepidation. To my surprise, my mother not only didn't hit me, but also said to me earnestly, "I failed the exam this time." I want to learn a lesson next time. My mother must believe that you will do well in the next exam. " In just a few words, I found my confidence again. Mom, you educated me in this unique way. You made me believe that as long as I work harder, I will have less regrets.
Thanksgiving mother, sing the truth in my heart; Thanksgiving mother, nourish my young mind; Grateful mother, light up the road ahead for me ... thank you, mom! Here I say to you again: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "
Every mother supports us with love. Some people say that maternal love is as warm as the rising sun. Some people say that a mother's love is as strong as a firm one.
Hard stones will never be broken.
I happened to see a story in a book the day before yesterday, but this little story deeply shocked me!
The story tells that a mother and her daughter Aisha live in the country. She was afraid of thieves and added three locks to the door. When Aisha grew up, she got tired of life in the country, left a letter and went to the big city. In the past ten years, Aisha has experienced various hardships and finally had to return to the country where she once lived. When I came to the door, I was surprised to find that the door was unlocked. It turned out that my mother was afraid that she would suddenly go home and didn't close the door for ten years. Elsa, a girl who will always be a child in her mother's heart, was finally moved! Finally understand that home is the best destination, and the warmest is maternal love! In the past ten years, my mother hasn't closed the door. Under the cold wind, my mother is old and changed, but my love for my daughter will never change. Mothers have been quietly doing some ordinary things for us, but in these little things, there are many tears and care. We should understand that mom loves us the most and home is the warmest place.
Let's learn to love and repay our mother and all those who are kind to us with love!
7 th grade gratitude composition 6 alma mater, a place worthy of praise and gratitude except parents.
Xin 'an Primary School, my alma mater, is the place where I am most grateful. She let me increase my knowledge, broaden my horizons and understand the truth ... just like my mother, she educated me.
I studied at my alma mater for nearly six years. In these years, my alma mater and I have become closer and know her better. Under her careful training, although I can't be called a scholar, I have achieved something. Nevertheless, I am not complacent, thinking that I am already great, but thinking, who is it? Who gave me knowledge? I know, it's my alma mater-Xin 'an Primary School.
I cherish the rest of my time with my alma mater and miss the dribs and drabs with my alma mater.
My alma mater not only gave us a wealth of knowledge, but also taught us a sense of life, helped us broaden our horizons, and helped me open the cage in my heart to face the wider world. In this experience, I will inevitably encounter some difficulties. It was the warmth of my alma mater that drove them away, gave me a source of strength, made me grow up in difficulties, understood the truth of life and set up my own dreams. ...
In my eyes, she is not only a good teacher and friend, but also a good mother ... After thinking about it, my feelings for my alma mater are getting heavier and stronger, and thousands of blessings can be summed up in one sentence: I love my alma mater and treat me as my mother's newborn baby. ...
Seventh-grade Thanksgiving Composition 7 Dear Mom:
Hello!
Mom, you treat me like your own. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She sewed carefully and thoroughly, and I was afraid that I would come back again and again. "This is Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer. Mom, you have really done too much for me in this life, but I don't know how to repay you. I appreciate that you really are "but how much love there is in an inch of grass". "I really owe you too much. You have been my guardian since I was born, since I was a toddler, and since I learned from my teeth. When I fall, you will be desperate to help me up and ask me if it hurts. Then, gently and slowly rub the medicine for me, let me sit here and watch TV, and you go into the kitchen to cook me that delicious and tempting meal. And you burned your hand for me. When I make mistakes, you always educate me patiently. When my father tried to hit me, you were always the first to protect me from my father. When I am sick, you always take me to the hospital for me; When I was lying in a hospital bed, you fell asleep beside me every time I woke up. I always saw the white hair on your black hair. Those white hairs are the crystallization of your love for me. Time has carved wrinkles on your face, just like carefully drawing the archives of life.
Mom, I want to be a golden flower. I want to watch you work quietly, quietly emitting a fragrance for you and quietly illuminating you.
Mom! If I am a lotus, you must be the lotus leaf that guards me. When it rains, you will slowly lean down and cover me. I don't tremble in the heavy rain. Raindrops keep hitting you, and only a few weak water droplets can be gathered on you.
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, then I am a lotus flower, and the raindrops in my heart come. Except you, who will be my shade under the blue sky?
I am here to convey
welcome
Love your daughter Dandan.
20xx March 23rd
Gratitude is a dance. As time went on, the leaves swaying in the wind in the yard reminded me of it. My mother, please let me dance for you!
It was a beautiful spring day, and the birds in the tree formed a team and sang the symphony of spring. When I came to school, everything in the school was so quiet. I went straight to the classroom, getting closer and closer. I ran into the classroom at the speed of 100 meter. The bell accompanied me and sent me into the classroom. At this time, my classmates looked at me with swish eyes, and I thought, I'm late. So I strode to my seat and looked at the teacher's expression from time to time. At this time, the teacher's face is long. I picked up my schoolbag and rummaged through it. I found the pencil case missing, looked for it, and there was nowhere to go. My heart sank and I remembered the scene of packing my schoolbag at home. I couldn't help shaking my hand and a Chinese book fell to the ground.
My hands and feet are numb when I think of the pencil case still sleeping at home. A harsh voice interrupted my train of thought, "Pick up the Chinese book." I quickly picked up the Chinese book, but the stone in my heart was still not put down. There were bursts of footsteps outside, which made me feel familiar. Footsteps approached and a familiar face caught my eye. Isn't that mom? I rubbed my eyes again. It was really my mother, holding the pencil case with love in her hand. I thought to myself: didn't my mother go to work? Sweat from my mother's face, I know everything. Suddenly, a bitter tear welled up on my cheeks, making me burst into tears. I took the pencil box with tears in my eyes. At this point, I have mixed feelings in my heart, but I don't know how to express it.
Mom, I want to dance a grateful dance for you, so that you won't forget your love and gratitude anytime and anywhere.