I admire the nobleness of "the grace of dripping water should be rewarded with spring", and I admire the filial piety of "how much love is there for an inch of long grass, and how much spring is rewarded with three flowers". In our life in China, there is no American Thanksgiving Day.

Students, let's make foreign things serve China, thank our parents for raising us, educate our teachers, help our friends and help our strangers. ...

Take Teacher Yang, the head teacher around us. Work is trivial and trivial. Sometimes it's trivial However, Miss Yang is always so enthusiastic. No, just smiling at the small progress of an underachiever. He is one of the teachers in Laojun Town No.2 Middle School, as if he were one of the candles, burning silently. He is an ordinary math teacher, which not only gives us knowledge, but also inspires our confidence to forge ahead. It is he who makes us understand our mission-to stand upright and be a man, and to prove hope with diligence.

Thank you, teacher. Let our gratitude turn into an umbrella to shelter you from the wind and rain; Let our gratitude turn into a breeze and dry the sweat on your forehead; Let our gratitude turn into a blessing, and accompany the good people to have a safe journey!