I know how to be grateful.

I believe everyone has heard such a song:
"Grateful heart, thank you for your life, let me have the courage to be myself;
Grateful heart, thank you for your flowering and falling, I will cherish it..."
I don't know when I liked this song. I only know that in this beautiful melody, I can always remember her. It can be a student of her. It is such a happy thing. The thought that has fallen, Rebellious reluctance, from the moment she walked into my life, it immediately collapsed. She is such a ordinary person, but also so great, perhaps her sincere heart has transformed me.

She will never forget what she said. She said, "Rebellious everyone has it, but learn to restrain, otherwise it will pay a heavy price for it." I saw sincerity in her eyes. So, from After that, she is no longer a cold teacher, but a friend of the heart.
Counting, I didn't have much communication with her. Sometimes I only had one look, a smile, and a sigh. It seems that there is a heart and everything, and everything is gone. Of course, from teacher to friend will always exist. a process.
At that time, in my opinion, she was a ruthless person. For her indifference, she strengthened my rebellion and held the attitude of "life is short, need to be happy in time." The direction. Sometimes, I actually saw the sadness in her eyes, but I was still "satisfied" for my so-called victory.
I don't know how many such days, she talked to me. Naturally, I think she might talk a lot about the truth, and might ridicule me with the old sayings! I don't care. It seems to be accustomed to it, so I don't care. But she was unexpected. This made me gradually care about her. She tells the story of a girlhood and tells the price of rebellion. It tells me that I have lost a lot of things. I clearly remember her empty eyes, she looks so sad, and it is so impatient. At that moment, my heart is also a strange strange pain. She is not as cold and ruthless as I imagined, she also has a heart-rending experience. Looking at her two wrinkles, she was silent for a moment.
We once compared the teacher to a gardener, a candle, a spring silkworm, an engineer who is likened to a human soul, and once praised it with gorgeous lyrics. In fact, they don’t need our songs and praises. What we need is just our good growth. Not only for ourselves, but also for our family and our nation and country.
"The blue is better than the blue." This is their greatest wish.
In the face of this, can we still debate something? Shouldn’t our hearts be grateful?
Another year of Teacher's Day, I want to take this opportunity to say thank you to my teacher!
Flowers thanksgiving rain dew, because the rain dew moistens it to grow. The eagle gratefully blue sky, because the blue sky makes it soar. And I, to thank her, my beloved teacher. Grateful for her outspoken teaching; grateful for the sincerity she gave; My heart is looking for the key to open; more grateful to her, let me know how to be grateful!

I know how to be grateful.

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