Write a 500-word composition on gratitude 1 "Ocean of Flowers" looks carefree, silent and dreamy under the moonlight!
"Look!"
At that moment, the epiphyllum opened. That dancing posture is so charming! What is even more fascinating is her moving charm and its familiar taste-gratitude!
In life, "gratitude" has long been mixed in the lives of ordinary people. And we have to face all kinds of gifts and experiences from God, love and injustice. We may not be able to change the fact of life, but we can face it with another mentality.
Gratitude, like a colorful dream, is beautiful and dreamy. Treat it with an optimistic and positive attitude. Gratitude is simple, but not simple. Gratitude, like the morning star, brings a ray of light to the dark night; Gratitude is like "another village" that suddenly appears when you are confused and out of order. "Thanksgiving" seems to be similar to "Thanksgiving" and "Thanksgiving", but "Thanksgiving" is a heartfelt generosity!
Thanks for this magnificent dream! -Thanksgiving life!
I am grateful to the people in my life, my parents, my teachers, my relatives and friends-they made me grow up from a small sapling! Know how to be grateful for life!
Living in this complex era, we often impose interests on interpersonal relationships because of social background! In fact, because of these relationships, we can get a feeling. In fact, society is very simple! As long as you know enough not to ignore the feelings between people-thank your parents for their parenting; Appreciate the teacher's enlightenment; Grateful for the selfless help of relatives and friends … in fact, grateful life makes our life warmer! Ah! Let all this beauty moisten the land in my heart, and let our flower of life get better care!
Thanks for this magnificent dream! Thanksgiving life!
Grateful for the setbacks and hardships brought by life, they let us deeply understand the truth that "rebellious heart is indispensable and perseverance is indispensable." It is also it that breeds different individuals and forms a colorful world. Let's appreciate the sparks of life's efforts, constantly colliding with new ideas and shining with new light!
Now, the ocean of flowers seems to be understood under the background of "flower dream"-grateful life. These flowers never seem empty!
Write a composition with the theme of gratitude in 500 words. There is a song that is well written, "Grateful heart, thank fate, accompany me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself ..." This song teaches us to learn to be grateful and learn to pay.
I didn't care how good my grandparents were to me before, but now I have changed this view.
Last semester, my exam results were poor, and my father beat me and scolded me. I really want to take the exam again. I was careless in the exam.
But after returning to my hometown, my grandparents made me happy, comforted me, restored my confidence, and made me look up and face the reality.
When I lived in my hometown, my grandparents took good care of me. Grandma won't let me do heavy work, but let me feed the chickens, cook and wash the dishes. I bought a lot of snacks every time I came back from the market, but I didn't see grandpa take a bite.
One night this winter vacation, grandpa got drunk after drinking at someone else's house. When he got home, he asked his parents where they had gone. I said I went to a friend's house. As soon as Grandpa struck the table, he called his parents and scolded them back. Although grandpa was drunk, I knew he was doing it for my own good.
Another time, my mother asked me to move the blanket to my grandparents' room and let me cover the quilt. I promised, and I went to watch TV after I carried the quilt. When I slept, I found the blanket still on my bed. I asked my grandparents why the quilt was still on my bed. They said it wasn't cold, and I was young, so they gave it to me, but it was very cold at that time.
I thought about it at that time, but tears still couldn't help coming out like spring water. I cried in bed for a long time. They are old and still miss me, but what have I done for them?
Now that I have acted, I will buy them a bag of toffee every time they come to catch the show, and I will definitely help you do a lot of housework in the future. Moreover, when I grow up, I will honor you well, and I will definitely let you get good grades in the exam.
In this winter vacation, I experienced an emotional snowstorm, as well as ups and downs and many things. I summed up a sentence: gratitude is like a seed, you have to water it with love, it can take root in your heart!
Write a 500-word composition on the topic of gratitude. It is blue for three days, like a piece of white paper dyed with blue ink. I looked up and narrowed my eyes. In the dark eye building, the sky is blue with a slight light, and my messy thoughts are quietly calm, opening the old window lattice that has been dusty for a long time in my heart-the door of gratitude.
A cup of green tea, faint tea fragrance; One room is warm; A piece of warm heart; A desk lamp; A little light, accompanied by a bright night light, makes my mood flow. In a flash, the word "gratitude" opened the rusty creaking door of the lock. I closed the book slowly and gently pushed it away. What I see is a hot and sincere world, where my life is like a rippling circle of love, endless.
Move forward slowly, not affected by the hypocrisy in the world, but humming the true feelings of gratitude. At this time, a little thoughts in my mind floated like ripples until it filled my mind, and my long-forgotten heart was a little rough-
At the door of my heart, I have been silently crying a grateful story, which is an ordinary and wonderful story. One rainy night, the acid anhydride spilled. On the deserted road, a mother was running, clutching a cake in her hand-wrapped in a simple plastic bag and covered herself. In the rain, a woman's hair occasionally has a few silver leaves, but they are all raindrops. Suddenly, a cart came straight, and suddenly, like an evil god, it rained with blood. ...
A little girl appeared on this cold road again. Her eyes were covered with darkness, holding her mother's motionless hand, and her face was already scarred by ruthless rain and tears of true feelings, but her mouth kept shouting: "I won't eat cake, mom, wake up!" " The woman opened her eyes slightly and looked at her young daughter with tears in her eyes. Tears fell quietly, and her heartbeat was instantly covered with dust. At this time, people heard this sentence: live well. After many years, the girl understood the truth of gratitude and kept her mother's love for her forever. When people who know this story heard this, tears flowed down like spring water. Is it moved or a hint of understanding?
It's another sunny morning. It's especially nice to open the window lattice washed by rain yesterday. A few faint clouds float across the sky without adding any color, just like wild flowers everywhere, without seeking any merit. Outside the window, the sun is shining; In the window; Have a good mind ...
There is a little girl who was born with aphasia. She lost her father when she was very young and lived with her mother.
Mom goes out early and comes back late every day. Every time the sun sets, the little girl begins to stand at the door of her house, looking forward to the road in front of her door and waiting for her mother to come home. Mother's coming back is the happiest moment of her day, because her mother will bring him a rice cake home every day. In their poor family, a small rice cake is absolutely delicious.
One day, it rained heavily, and it was past supper time, but my mother had not come back yet. The little girl stood at the door, looked and looked, but never waited for her mother. It was getting dark and raining. The little girl decided to follow her mother's way home every day. She walked and walked for a long time, and finally saw her mother lying on the ground by the roadside. He shook his mother's body vigorously, but she didn't answer. She thought her mother was too tired and fell asleep. I put my mother's head on my lap to make her sleep comfortably. But this is what he found. Mom's eyes are not closed! The little girl suddenly understood something. She felt very scared, took her mother's hand and shook it hard, only to find that her mother's hand was still holding a piece of rice cake tightly. She cried desperately, but she couldn't make a sound.
It has been raining, and the little girl cried for a long time. He knew that his mother would never wake up, and now she was left alone. Why doesn't mom close her eyes? Is she worried about her? She suddenly understood what to do. So I dried my tears and told my mother with my own actions-have a safe trip.
The little girl sang the song "Grateful Heart" in sign language over and over again in the rain. Tears and rain mixed together and crossed her small but strong face.
"Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself. Grateful heart, thanks to fate, I will cherish the same … "She stood in the rain and kept doing this until her mother's eyes finally closed.
Finally: cherish the people around you!
Write 500 words on the topic of gratitude. The grass is grateful to the tree for sheltering it from the wind and rain, and the tree is grateful to the grass for setting off its magical stalwart; The brook thanked the sea for containing it, and the sea thanked the brook for adding mystery to it; Birds are grateful for the blue sky and let it fly freely; Grateful birds in the blue sky add infinite vitality to it ... It takes a grateful heart to step onto the stage of the times.
Spring blossoms, autumn leaves fall, and the pace of growth has been spent 15 spring and autumn. In my eyes, my father doesn't seem to have much status, because he always comes and goes in a hurry, and to me, "I can't smell Mo Wen".
For the sake of growing up, I always try to read my father's heart and do something for him ... I still work hard. On that day, a few strands of white hair and wrinkles on my forehead caught my eye, and I seemed to feel my feelings, so I began to write about my father.
The autumn wind blows gently and the moonlight is bright. One day after dinner, my father accidentally saw my notebook and went to pick it up. My heart is too high to look at my father again, because there is another father depicted in the book. How will he feel?
Sure enough, my father's eyes stared at "father" on page after page of paper. His disdainful expression became serious, and his eyes swept hungrily between the lines of self-reliance. His frowning brows seemed to stretch a little, and the corners of his eyes were accompanied by faint tears.
Once, twice, three times ... he watched it five times. A happy smile appeared on his face and he reluctantly put down the book. He looked at me with joy, surprise and excitement. At this point, my eyes and his eyes collided with a spark of gratitude. Suddenly, I read his mind. The crooked words of gratitude are a good article in my father's eyes; My father's eyes sparkled with gratitude. In the colorful stage of the times, too many people have forgotten, but the only gratitude can't be lost! Because the father's heart is so simple, all they need is a thank-you and filial piety from their children. Growing years need a grateful heart.
Write a composition on the topic of gratitude. Every time I hear the song "Grateful Heart, Thank You ……", I always think of my mother.
My mother is a workaholic. She not only goes to work every day, but also helps my aunt look after the shop after work. She is very busy and often has no time to cook for me. My grandfather always does it.
On the first day of this semester, my mother said to me, "Grandpa is old. How about I cook for you in the future? " I opened my eyes wide and said, "Can you do it?" Mom smiled and replied: "No, you can learn!" "
The next morning, the alarm clock "Tintin Tintin" woke me up. I slipped and dressed quickly. Through the window, I only saw my mother coming out of the bedroom bleary-eyed and sleepwalking towards the kitchen. Not long after, I only heard a scream of "ah" from the kitchen. I rushed over and saw my mother's hand covering the other hand. Deep red blood seeped slowly from her fingers and dripped from time to time. Mom must have accidentally cut her finger when she cut onions just now. My eyes suddenly blurred, and I looked at my mother with distress and asked, "Mom, are you in pain?" Mother shook her head and said firmly, "Nothing, don't worry." At this time, it occurred to me that my mother must have suffered a lot for me, suffered a lot of fatigue and pain, and even cut her finger with a kitchen knife today.
Now that I am eleven years old, can't I share some sadness for my mother? Thinking of this, I quickly helped my mother sit in the living room and said, "mom, don't move." Try my son's breakfast today. " "Can you do that? Do it when you grow up! " Mother showed a puzzled expression on her face, simply bandaged her bleeding finger, and still endured the pain and insisted on making breakfast by herself. I watched my mother rinse the pot-pour water-fire-put noodles, and then brought me a bowl of hot noodles. Seeing this scene, suddenly, my tears welled up again.
Now, whenever I see someone eating noodles, I can't help but think of my mother and the scene where my mother was hurt for me. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". I often secretly make up my mind that I must learn to cook my own breakfast, learn to cook my own breakfast, learn to do what I can, and repay my mother and all those who care about me with a grateful heart.