Dear students, our life is always full of sunshine. In the clear sky of Wan Li, which ray of sunshine is the most dazzling? Some people say it's excellent academic performance, others say it's helping others ... and I think the brightest sunshine on our life road should belong to gratitude, to everyone who helps us grow up. Yes, learning to be grateful is a feeling, and learning to be grateful is a feeling.

Two years ago, I got a serious illness. My parents ran around behind my back, seeking medical treatment everywhere. From their anxious expressions and careful care, I deeply realized my parents' heartfelt love for me. One day, my father took me to the hospital by bike. After I took the bus, I found my father riding slowly. For several months, my father was so tired that my illness exhausted him physically and mentally. I accidentally found some white hairs on my father's head. Ah, dad has changed. He is getting old. I saw the vicissitudes of years, the hardships of life and the traces of my father's efforts for me in him. Ah, dad hasn't changed, and the mountain-like fatherly love hasn't changed. I can still feel his warmth and love.

It was the night I was in the hospital. It's very cold and it's snowing heavily outside. Dad came to bring me dinner after work, but I want to eat jiaozi. Without saying anything, he put down his home cooking and braved the cold wind and snow to go out and buy me jiaozi. It's getting dark, the wind is getting stronger and the snow is getting heavier. At this time, the snowman-like father said, "You are hungry!" " "Looking at my father's kind face and touching his hand, I was moved to tears." Dad, dad ... "I kept repeating in my mind," You are really my good father! "Winter is very cold, and everything my father does is like sunshine, which warms my sick body; Like a warm current, it melts into my sad heart; My father's concern supported my belief in overcoming the disease. After more than a month of treatment, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

I will never forget my parents' love, care and care for me. What can I do for them? I often ask myself this question. Even if I hang my shoulders for them, wash the dishes, sing them a song, go shopping and walk with them, I will feel comforted. Learning to be grateful and repay kindness, I seem to grow up at once: I study hard and don't let them worry about me; I struggled to wash dishes and pick vegetables so that they could have a rest; I often hum a ditty to make my family laugh ... I try my best to leave the most unforgettable time for my parents, make them happy and make them proud.

I love my parents, and children all over the world love their parents. Let's say to our parents, "We love you!" Let's act together, repay the kindness and learn to be grateful. Winter is no longer cold, the night is no longer long, and happiness is always with you and me.

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A true story of gratitude A boy living in poverty sells goods door to door in order to save his tuition. His promotion activities didn't go well. At night, he was exhausted, hungry and gave up everything in despair.

In desperation, he knocked on a door, hoping that the host would give him a glass of water. The door was opened by a beautiful young woman. She smiled and handed him a cup of thick hot milk. The boy drank it with tears in his eyes and regained the courage to live. Many years later, he became a famous surgeon.

One day, a seriously ill woman was transferred to the hospital where a famous surgeon was located. The doctor successfully operated on the woman and saved her life. Inadvertently, the doctor found that the woman was the young woman who gave him the cup of hot milk when he was hungry and cold many years ago! He decided to do something for her quietly.

When the woman who has been worried about the expensive operation went through the discharge formalities, she saw the following seven words on the operation fee list: operation fee: a glass of milk. Beautiful young women in the past could not understand those words. She no longer remembers the boy and the cup of hot milk. However, what does it matter?

In fact, the world has something in common.

Those who are unmoved by this story, those who have not reflected, must have temporarily lost something very important in their emotional world, or lost some of the most precious things forever! This story about gratitude reminds those who are rarely moved, no longer moved, and have completely mistaken the object of moving:

Gratitude is a grass knot, and it is the grace of dripping water.

Gratitude is a virtue and a realm.

Gratitude is a precious opportunity, which is worth waiting for all your life.

Gratitude is a century feat worthy of your life.

Gratitude is a kind of love education that you should cherish all your life.

Gratitude is not a noisy moment of gratitude for psychological balance, but a silent and eternal return from the heart.

Gratitude makes life full of sunshine and the world full of warmth.

Learning to be grateful should be the most basic standard for learning to be a man.

You and I learn to be grateful, starting today.