Have you ever thought of thanking your parents for their meticulous care? Have you ever thought of gratitude in the face of the teacher's painstaking education? Have you ever thought about thanking your friends for their sincere help? Maybe we have lived in love and care for too long and always feel that others should do the same. If all this should be done, what else should not be done?
In fact, gratitude is not difficult. In the eyes of parents, as long as you understand them, even if you can stare at them instead of watching TV when they talk to you, as long as they care about you, they just keep their promises instead of blindly resisting them, but we can't even meet this requirement of gratitude, let alone gratitude.
I want to learn to be grateful, but I can't find a teacher. Then I realized that my father was my best teacher.
Grandma lives in that shabby old house. She said that living alone is much more comfortable than following us. However, it rains at home, outside and inside. After my father saw it, he repeatedly asked my grandmother to move in together, but I didn't know her grandmother insisted. My father had to help her repair the house again and again. Last year, grandma even had difficulty cooking by herself. After repeated persuasion and even a little compulsion from her father, she finally moved here.
I don't quite understand why my father did this and why he asked my grandmother to move here. Just then, another thing happened that puzzled me.
Every day after dinner, dad goes to call grandma. It was like this every day, screaming at every meal, until one day grandma asked her to cook by herself, saying that she could do whatever she wanted. When she was hungry, dad stopped saying anything and moved a bag of rice to grandma. I looked at my father and wondered why he did it. until one day ...
After breakfast that day, I had a piece of vegetable leaf between my arms. My father said that all the vegetables my grandmother ate at that time were wormwood and sometimes even bark. Hearing this, I suddenly understood that everything my father did for my grandmother was for gratitude. We should all learn to be grateful, because parents appreciate our selfless care, because teachers teach us and because friends help us.
Help me find a composition with the topic of "time", 500 words. People often say that time can dilute everything. I think time can change everything, can't it? With the passage of time, forest apes became human beings; As time went on, the hut became a mansion; Over time, the carriage became a car; As time goes by. ......
However, time has changed me. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I have bid farewell to my childhood. What has changed is that I have more responsibilities, more pressure and more complicated thoughts. I used to be carefree, but now I am always worried about my academic performance; Once innocent, but now I want to know what puppy love is; I used to be relaxed and free, but now I always care about housework at home; I used to skip around, but now I always miss my mother and say I want to be a lady. ......
It is often said that time waits for no one. Indeed, when I look back, my childhood will always be a memory. These memories are displayed in my mind like movies. It feels like it happened yesterday, but it will never be today.
Time changed me. Although we lost a lot, we also gained a lot. Be sensible for a long time, know the purpose of reading, learn the truth of being a man (character, cultivation), and understand the world. It is better to cherish the present than to lament the past. Now, I have a vast youth stage for me to play, and I want to show my grace.
Time is changing, and I am changing, which only means that I will change to a bigger stage and show myself more perfectly. Don't be depressed. I believe that people are changing with time, just give yourself a smile at the corner. Then, I can climb to a higher stage. ......
Time has changed me, and the ancients also said: people will change and the moon will be round. I haven't seen you for three days. This is all the result of the passage of time. I think this is also a natural law. I am willing to accept the challenge of time and let time continue to cast my beautiful life!
The composition (500 words) on gratitude is about lighting.
Night, like a huge boundless darkness hanging over my head. Last night, the stars in the sky disappeared, leaving only a bend.
The new moon hangs alone in the sky.
The air seems to have solidified. On the silent road, there are only my footsteps and crickets' cries from time to time. Unconsciously, I quickened my pace, felt a chill, and sweated my palms carrying my schoolbag. "Hoo-"A gust of wind blew, and the dead leaves floated down with the wind, making waves of noise. Meow. Suddenly, a sad meow broke the silence of the night. I can't help but see a terrible scene. I often hear classmates say that it is ominous to hear cats meowing at night, and my heart shrinks. "Ah!" I don't know what tripped me, and my heart suddenly mentioned my throat. Looking down, alas, I was in such a hurry that I accidentally bumped into a stone. At the moment I looked up, a beam of light passed through the darkness, illuminating my fearful heart.
I slowed down, no longer afraid. Security and warmth surround me, because I know that my mother must have lit it for me. Motherly love is like a warm spring breeze blowing through my heart, leaving all my fears behind. Moonlight also becomes gentle and clear as water. At this time, the yellow leaves are also like naughty children, riding the cool wind and kissing the earth in a whirl. ...
When I got to the door, I gently pushed the door open and closed it slowly. "Come back! There is hot porridge on the stove in the kitchen, and some steamed buns have been steamed for you in the pot. Eat while it's hot! " As soon as I turned around, my mother had already left the room. "Come on, give me your schoolbag, and you go to eat!" "
"Why haven't you slept? Don't you have to get up early tomorrow? "
"Nothing, I'm waiting for you. It's so dark, I'm afraid you're afraid. "
I don't know what to say at the moment, but I feel a warm current slowly flooding my body and my eyes are a little moist. Looking at my mother's white hair that got up early, I had mixed feelings in my heart.
Every night, with that orange light, I always carry a bag full of happiness and go home easily and happily.
Postscript: In the more than 1000 days since I returned from Dai Yue, light has become my indispensable support. Like a cup of warm tea, in the cold night wind, my lips are dry and my mouth is dry, so I can't wait to drink it. The whole body is warm, and the fragrance floats between your lips and teeth. I will never forget that feeling.
Help me find a 500-word excellent composition on the topic of warmth. A composition with the theme of warmth
For example: flowers bloom and fall, and how many warm stories are staged in them; How many warm stories have gone away with the long-flowing water. On this energetic day, how many people are silently warming you?
In my eyes, everything my parents gave me can't be compensated in this life. In particular, their care, love and attention cannot be bought with money. Growing up in warmth, I deeply realized this. On the threshold of my memory, I will never forget: one day in the summer vacation, when my mother and I were cleaning the room, because of my carelessness, we didn't grasp the handle of the chair, so that we fell from the high cabinet and hit our chin on the marble at the corner of the table. Suddenly blood spilled out and dyed the collar of my dress red. My mother turned white when she heard me running from the next room. But she immediately realized something, took out a lot of cotton from the medicine box, blocked my wound and sent me to the hospital at once. At this time, my father is having a meeting in Ningbo. When he learned the news, he drove to the hospital quickly. Because my father is not around, my mother's burden is particularly heavy. I know she is actually more nervous and heartbroken than I am.
At that time, I thought it would be okay to apply some medicine and wrap it up. Who knows, the doctor said that the wound must be stitched up with a needle. Because the incision is too big and there is much bleeding, it will have a bad effect. It's horrible to think about sewing with a needle, let alone experience it personally. Looking at the needle that the nurse used to sew the wound, my heart beat faster and the air seemed to be at that moment. When the doctor raised the needle and began to sew up my injured chin, my mother's warm hand gripped me tightly. At this time, a feeling of stability and calmness came to my mind, and my heart slowly relaxed. I know that my mother's warm big hand holds my hand tightly here, and my father's comforting words are closely connected with me there. I am warm and happy. I didn't cry at that time, because I felt the warmth from my parents at this dangerous moment far from the edge of life and death.
By the time my father arrived at the hospital, my wound had been stitched up and put on gauze. Seeing my father, I threw myself into his arms. Maybe now I realize the fear atmosphere in the infirmary. Maybe I have never experienced such a thing, and I am very wronged. In my father's arms, I shed tears that I have endured for a long time. My father looked at me with a smile, and his rough but warm hand brushed my cheek: "Silly child, don't cry. It's all over, isn't it? " Yes, everything has passed, everything will pass, but for everything my parents gave, I hope it will not pass and be preserved forever.
After that, my father painted me with liquid medicine and changed gauze every day. It's hot in summer, and my father is afraid that my wound is inflamed. He cleans my wound every day and never delays a little time. Due to the careful care of my father, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said that the wound had healed and grew well.
Warm, do not need to use beautiful words to describe, do not need to use exquisite brush to carve, but still bright and dazzling. A common progress of classmates, a sincere greeting from teachers and a warm help from friends all make you feel warm. And do you still remember the sincere warmth of too many parents?
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Help me write an 800-word composition "Find a suitable position" with the title "Find a suitable position"
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The eagle is destined to be with the blue sky, not with the earth. Although it is a beast with claws, it can't compete with lions. It belongs to the sky, and only in the sky can we find our own living position and value. There will be occasional intersection between the eagle and the ground, and there will be a brief intersection at the moment when you bow your head to catch it, but the occasional communication will not last forever. At the moment when the prey was under its claws, an eagle rushed into the sky and the blue sky and white clouds swam vertically. It is the darling of the sky and does not belong to the earth.
Li Bai is a talented person. But he is by no means a minister capable of governing the country, at least he is not a competent official. He is a scholar, but he can only add some interest to life with his talent.
"Emei Mountain half moon autumn, shadow into the flat Qiang water. Qingxi went to the Three Gorges at night, and the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou. "
A song "The Moon Song on Mount Emei" really shows his outstanding literary attainments, which makes everyone see his boldness and wildness from his poems and makes him famous all over the world. He has admitted his incompetence all his life. He is very talented and has learned a lot, but he has been down and out for half his life and can't be reused.
Therefore, he wrote poems and drank wine, leaving behind eternal songs such as "The road is like a blue sky, there is no way to go" and "Since the water is still flowing, even though we use swords to cut it, we will raise our glasses to eliminate our worries" to comfort his disappointment for half a life. But I don't know, his official position is only his outstanding literary attainments, not his unusual leadership skills. He doesn't belong to officialdom. Officialdom is not open to arrogant people. You just haven't found your place. You don't have the tact and calculation peculiar to officialdom middleman, you won't respect your boss, you won't curry favor with others, and you are upright and fearless.
But in officialdom, you have to abide by the rules of officialdom. You can't tolerate the intrigue of officialdom. How can officialdom tolerate a proud and unconventional person? You are desperate to go to the officialdom that is incompatible with you, and finally you can only leave a lifetime of regret.
Like Li Bai, Tao Yuanming, who is not tolerated by secular officialdom, is much wiser. The same arrogance, "five buckets of rice don't bend over"; Equally talented, "under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely." However, their lives are different, and Tao Yuanming knows that officialdom is beyond the ability of his arrogant literati. Like Li Bai, he has no ability to deal with interpersonal relationships, no room for a grain of sand in his eyes, and no calculation and strategy to cope with myriad changes and be ready to go. Their position does not belong to the officialdom, while Tao Yuanming wisely chose the country life that suits him. "The home is clean and messy, and the bedroom is much more casual." It is his pursuit and the most suitable position for him. He freed himself from self-cultivation and gained physical and mental pleasure. Although he was poor in his later years, at least he lived happily and peacefully.
People have to find their own position, and it is difficult for us to be like Da? ; Finch is so proficient in all fields, but at least there is always one field, a place that belongs to you.
Find your place and you will see the most beautiful sunset;
Find your own position and you will live as brightly as the sun;
Find your own position, and you will sigh the beauty of life!
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Roaring in the mountains, fish in shallow water, camels walking in the desert, geese marching in the air ... Everything in the world has its own place, and the secret of life is to find its own place and shine.
Finding the right position requires us to examine ourselves, recognize ourselves and listen to the call of self-worth with a calm heart. Don't lose face, just look at the flowers in front of the court; If you have no intention of staying or staying, it is easy to follow the clouds outside.
If I were a mountain, I would stand with dignity, let the mountain flowers bloom, let the mountain wind stroke my face, let the language of dreams permeate every corner, and let my value show in the sun; If I were water, I would merge into a majestic, let the boat sail far away, let the fish be happy, let every trickle go forward and let my value sing in the wind.
To find a correct position, you need to believe in yourself, affirm yourself, and hold up a heavy ideal with an unyielding heart.
Maybe we are "flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world!" " Maybe we are "after the ship died, the river and the sea will live for the rest of our lives", or maybe we are "laughing at the sky and destroying the earth". Different people have different lifestyles, but this sentence "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" It is heroic and free and easy. The real hero is a scarred star who rises in self-confidence and self-affirmation.
Find the right position, that is Zhang Qian's "hollowed-out" camel bell bursts, that is Su Wu's loyalty, integrity and fortitude in herding sheep, that is the long yellow sand of Zhaojun fortress, that is Wei Qing hunting with flags in the desert, that is Yue Fei's sword and halberd, and that is Zheng He's ambitious flying waves in the West Sea.
Find the right position, don't let the fog cover your eyes, don't let the wind blow away your faith. Even if my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, even if my flowers snuggle in other people's arms, we will still keep our eyes open, look for the opportunity of life and wait for the opportunity to come.
Brilliant, bravely meet the challenges of life, let life be like a sword, let life be like a wisp of cold plum with a faint fragrance. Living in a high place in the temple, optimistic and open-minded, far away from the rivers and lakes.
Brilliant, even if I am just a small flying insect, I will try my best to fly and embrace my dreams with open wings.
Nobody is doomed to mediocrity because of mediocrity. Ordinary Lei Feng is the screw of a harmonious society, and ordinary Jiao is the monument of being uncorrupted. As long as you and I find our own position, ordinary posts will have bright colors of life, and ordinary efforts can be merged into rivers and seas. Everyone is his own hero. Find the right position, and you skim the shallow river like a dragon, pumping 3 thousand water on the vast ocean. You will fly over the flat land like Dapeng and soar in the boundless sky.
The essay topic of about 800 words is filial piety and gratitude, the tree is moving but the wind is not over, and the son wants to raise it but not kiss it. "This old saying has gradually become the feeling of people now. However, this feeling and self-blame can be avoided. As long as you are willing to take time out of your busy schedule to go home often, even if you sit in front of your parents without any words, your parents are sweet in heart.
Some people think that as long as they buy gifts and supplements for their parents so that they can have a healthy body and a rich material life, they are filial to their parents. Actually, what parents need is not material satisfaction, but spiritual comfort. Therefore, don't wait until Father's Day, Mother's Day, Double Ninth Festival and Thanksgiving to think of filial piety. After all, thanking your parents is not limited by time, and you should have a grateful heart at any time.
Everyone has grateful people, but they lack the courage to express them, so they hide their gratitude to their parents and the phrase "I love you" in their hearts. Some people even think that parents' love for themselves is innate, should be, an unshirkable responsibility, unconditional pay, and no return.
Indeed, parents' love for us is selfless. They only hope that we can live better than them, but they don't expect anything from us. I remember hearing a touching and thought-provoking story. The story goes like this. A young man always asks his mother for something, and her mother always answers. It was not until he finally wanted his mother's heart that she took it out for her son without hesitation. But when the young man walked out of the house with his mother's beating heart in his hand, he fell to the threshold, and the fresh heart only uttered one sentence-"Does it hurt, son?"
... spread the full text, "the tree is moving but the wind is not over, and the child wants to raise it but not to stay." This old saying has gradually become the feeling of people now. However, this feeling and self-blame can be avoided. As long as you are willing to take time out of your busy schedule to go home often, even if you sit in front of your parents without any words, your parents are sweet in heart.
Some people think that as long as they buy gifts and supplements for their parents so that they can have a healthy body and a rich material life, they are filial to their parents. Actually, what parents need is not material satisfaction, but spiritual comfort. Therefore, don't wait until Father's Day, Mother's Day, Double Ninth Festival and Thanksgiving to think of filial piety. After all, thanking your parents is not limited by time, and you should have a grateful heart at any time.
Everyone has grateful people, but they lack the courage to express them, so they hide their gratitude to their parents and the phrase "I love you" in their hearts. Some people even think that parents' love for themselves is innate, should be, an unshirkable responsibility, unconditional pay, and no return.
Indeed, parents' love for us is selfless. They only hope that we can live better than them, but they don't expect anything from us. I remember hearing a touching and thought-provoking story. The story goes like this. A young man always asks his mother for something, and her mother always answers. It was not until he finally wanted his mother's heart that she took it out for her son without hesitation. But when the young man walked out of the house with his mother's beating heart in his hand, he fell to the threshold, and the fresh heart only uttered one sentence-"Does it hurt, son?"
This is a story that made my blood boil the first time I heard it. I don't know if it's because the feelings are too rich or because the lacrimal gland is particularly fragile. As long as I hear or see a similar story, even if I know it is not true, my face is still full of tears.
Maybe you will bear a grudge for being beaten by your parents when you were a child, but don't forget that there is a saying that "hate iron does not produce steel", and there is another saying that "talent comes from under the stick", and some even say that "beating is pro, scolding is love". The moment parents raised their hands, their hearts also hurt. You only remember the cruelty of your parents when they hit you, but did you ever know that they would also wipe tears behind your back?
Being beaten doesn't mean that our parents don't love us. It is only because our naughty makes them speechless that they choose a helpless way to educate us. Think back carefully, which disease we have not been carefully taken care of by them; From primary school to high school, which entrance examination does not affect their hearts; When we get good grades, their faces will be less happy than ours; When we went out to study, their hearts hung in their throats ... anyway, nothing didn't affect their hearts. What else did they think of themselves besides us?
Parents are so devoted to us, but never want anything from their children. Children are like their parents' creditors, blindly collecting debts. It was not until I had a child that I understood the truth that "I don't know my parents' gratitude if I don't raise a child". My parents were already white-haired, and I was too busy with my career to take care of my elderly parents. I always make countless excuses for their simple demands, and I can't be with them. Finally, I am deeply sorry.
The tree is tall, thousands of feet, but never forgets its roots. Let us never forget who provided us with safe shelter and dependence with his broad back and thick shoulders; Who made us grow up healthily and happily with her warm arms and gentle words? . . .
Last Friday, the teacher asked us to make a handwritten newspaper with the title: We salute you.
After buying a big blank sheet of paper, I picked up a marker and began to write. Mother said: "typeset first, tidy up before writing, or you will regret it." "I didn't take my mother's words to heart at all, just like turning a deaf ear. In fact, a fatal mistake is coming to me, and finally a tragedy happened. Because the grid I drew is too small, the words must be very small. I have no choice but to ask my mother for help. Mother looked at it and said, "this side has been scrapped, so we can only write on the back." This is called not listening to good words, and suffering is at hand. "
I can't help it My mother and I have to work together. First of all, my mother arranged the layout on paper like a newspaper. However, at this moment, there is another problem before us. My mother and I are not good at drawing. What shall we do? After a while, my mother came up with a good idea. She said, "Just cut out the pictorial and stick it on paper." So my mother and I separated. My mother cut out designs from pictorial, I searched the information on the Internet, copied the information on colored paper with different shapes and colors, and gave it to my mother. She arranged the information I copied in a certain order ..... Half an hour, an ordinary white paper turned into a beautiful handwritten newspaper.
It is said that the teacher will receive a reward after receiving it. I really hope my handwritten newspaper can win the prize.
A composition of about 400 words, with excuses as the topic and excuses to say "goodbye", will inevitably encounter difficulties of one kind or another in life. Some people accept the challenge, others find excuses to escape. When we shook hands on an excuse, the opportunity slipped away. An excuse is like a hard shell on a turtle's back. When people are frustrated, some people dare not face it calmly, just like a "shrinking turtle" sneaking into the "turtle shell" to seek protection and comfort. When the danger has passed, you will walk out of it with confidence. We began to deal with excuses when we were very young. When we can't walk and accidentally fall down, mom will say, "Baby, don't cry, mom will fight this game for you." At this time, we will feel good and just make excuses for ourselves. So, when the pain strikes again, we will hide behind excuses. When we failed in the exam, the teacher asked, "Why did you fail?" The students have different answers. Some said that they slept too late reviewing their lessons last night, some said that they were too nervous to play well, some said that they were too careless, and some said that pens were fake and shoddy goods ..... There was no classmate who didn't make excuses. Do you have to make excuses for yourself? Is it really that hard to face up to mistakes? Making excuses is to avoid responsibility. People who are good at making excuses are selfish and cowardly. When one day, the shelter "turtle shell" is gone, they will be at a loss and have nothing to face. When teachers ask students what their future ideals are, the students' answers are various: some say they want to be scientists, some say they want to be inventors, and some say they want to be explorers ..... People who are good at making excuses for themselves can't succeed, because real success belongs to those who dare to face difficulties and don't make excuses for themselves. They dare to face up to failure, go forward bravely, work hard and finally succeed. When fate raises the whip, we should kick the "turtle shell" far away, let the body bear it, let the skin split, let the meat blossom, let the blood flow, lick the salty blood with our tongue, and make ourselves thoroughly remould. Tell yourself that suffering is to stop suffering next time, and facing up to failure is to succeed next time. Say "goodbye" with an excuse, and you will find that success beckons to you not far away.
Who can help me find an essay on dignity? About 700 words is enough! dignity
Dignity is the basic principle and the bottom line of being a man. Throughout the ages, there are many touching stories about dignity. How to treat dignity?
In the face of right and wrong, there are many martyrs who regard dignity as life. They would rather die than surrender, leaving many beautiful stories in the long river of history. During the Western Han Dynasty, Su Wu went to the Western Regions and was trapped in the desert for several decades. However, he remained loyal to the emperor and remained unmoved by threats and inducements. In the face of persuasion, Wen Tianxiang wrote, "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart." Facing the enemy's hay cutter, Liu Hulan held his head high and stood upright, and was praised as "the greatness of life and the glory of death". In their view, a country, a nation, faith is dignity, which is placed above its own interests and cannot be violated.
In ordinary daily life, some people can stand out, highlight their backbones, embody their personal dignity and write touching chapters. When the boss of South Korea flew into a rage and ordered the workers in the factory to kneel down, preferring to lose their jobs rather than lose their dignity, Sun, a famous young man in China, was the only one who held his noble head high. In his eyes, a person without dignity is like a walking corpse, which has lost the meaning of life.
However, some people give up their dignity in the face of fame and fortune. People like Cheng and Cheng, for their own selfish interests, betray their personality and dignity, and completely forget their basic principles and bottom line. People like Li Zhen, who give up their dignity, flatter themselves, and evade official positions, do everything they can. And during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, hundreds of thousands of puppet troops appeared in China. These are obscene people who have no personality. In their eyes, fame and fortune are above everything else.
However, in some trivial matters, we should also be flexible in dealing with issues involving face, be patient, and sometimes compromise for greater ideals, so that we can achieve success.
If Han Xinlian couldn't stand the humiliation of his legs, how could there be a Vietnamese army waiting for the world to become famous? If Sima Qian can't stand the humiliation of castration, how can he write Historical Records? This is the swan song of historians, and there are some young people now. If they don't agree, they will fight and hurt others. This is not to maintain dignity, but to care about unnecessary face. We should take this as a warning.
China has a vast territory and respects dignity, which is what people want. We should also vigorously advocate maintaining noble dignity on issues of right and wrong. In this way, the morality of our society will change in a good direction. If we persist, our nation and our country will be lucky.
Give me a composition of about 900 words, the topic is gratitude. Thank you for your gratitude, and you will become noble; Only when the sea is grateful to the river can it become broad; Heaven is grateful for birds, making it magnificent, and I am grateful for everything.
Watching, time flies, time flies, I have stepped into the colorful second day life and the second day life in the mood for love.
Unable to restrain the joy of inner growth, I giggled with my chin cupped and began to think endlessly, as if I were in my own small cinema and enjoying my own movies alone.
Screenshot: First I saw a set of shots. The night was deep and it rained heavily. My parents took turns carrying my young self to the hospital. My parents have been busy until dawn. ...
Switch shots: See the scene of primary school class. I sat there with childish croissants, and the teacher taught us new words on the platform. I saw a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. ...
Then, more pictures flashed: when encountering difficulties, the students tried their best to help each other; It is raining. My friend and I are holding a small umbrella. ...
As the picture continues, I gradually understand that I grew up happily and safely, thanks to the careful care of my parents; My happy and full growth is inseparable from the teacher's inculcation; I am growing up happily, growing up happily, which contains the sincere friendship between my classmates and friends. They grew up with me and brought me peace, wisdom and warmth. How can I thank them for all they have done for me?
I see: All happy people should have a grateful heart, a grateful heart full of love.
I will live every day with gratitude. Thanksgiving life, thank it for giving me a ticket to experience life; Thanksgiving love, thank it for giving me a warm heat source; Appreciate the opportunity, thank it for giving me a ladder to sublimate myself; Grateful for suffering, thank you for giving me a bargaining chip to continue my struggle; Appreciate every inch of sunshine, thank it for sprinkling on me and giving me hope; I am grateful for every drizzle, because it washes away the dust in my heart and gives me a quiet mind. ...
I will treat everyone who appears in my life with gratitude. I want to share my love with them so that they can feel the warmth of their inner self.
I have gone through the four seasons of my life, through every corner, with a grateful heart. I believe that no matter where I go, no matter what season I go, no matter whether the clouds are rolling or the flowers are falling, I will always smile happily.
Because I have a peaceful and grateful heart. It has accompanied me and will always accompany me through the ups and downs of this world.
Give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance. Let the heart of gratitude bloom in the heart like flowers, and make everything bright and warm.