a thankful heart

"Grateful heart, thank you, with me for a lifetime, let me have the courage to be myself; grateful heart, thank you for your destiny, flowers will fall and I will cherish..." Whenever I hear this kind song, my gratitude The heart will always rise!

I want to be grateful to my parents. It is them who have given me precious life and brought me to this colorful world, let me feel the true feelings of the world; they are, for so many years, give me meticulous care, give me a big umbrella in the storm, give me The embrace in the cold gives me the light in the darkness; it is them who let me know what is good and evil, what is sincerity and hypocrisy.

Looking back on the road to growth, the bits and pieces of the parents are still vivid. I don't know how many times, when I was sick, my mother comforted me by my side; I don't know how many times, when I encountered setbacks, my mother encouraged me with a smile; I don't know how many times, when I succeeded At the time, my mother kept me by my side to support me; I don't know how many times, when I was proud, my mother gave me a prescription for "the pride will be defeated."

I want to be grateful to my teacher. Who is preparing for the class in the darkness of the night? Who is in the church and does not bother to teach? Who is the most generous way to impart knowledge to the students? Who cares for their students in all directions? Who treats students as selflessly as their own children and does not return? Of course, they are the greatest people of mankind - teachers. I don't know how many great people are born out of the success of the teachers and their unremitting efforts. Therefore, the spirit of the teachers is really good!

It is them who have taught us sincerity, firmness, humility, and simplicity; they are, let us realize the meaning of life, and guide us on the road to success; they are, they open the door of wisdom for us, let us in knowledge Traveling; it is they, for our growth, dyed the eyes, broken the heart. When we picked the harvest fruit, what they left for them was the two white hairs of chalk gray and white. Ah, teachers, your name is engraved in the depths of my heart, immortal!

I am grateful, thank you for hurting me, because they temper my will; thank those who despise me, because they evoke my self-esteem; thank those who stumble me because they enhance my wisdom Thanks to the people who shot me with dark arrows, because they have strengthened my awareness of prevention; I thank those who abandoned me because they taught me to be independent; thank those who helped me because they gave me confidence in life.

Learn to be grateful, so that I can polish the dusty soul without numbness; learn to be grateful, so that I will give my heart to the heart. I am grateful and grateful to those who should be thankful!

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