Let the heart of gratitude fly

Whenever I hear the song "Grateful Heart", there will always be a feeling of difficulty in my life, which makes my heart tidal and can't be calm for a long time.

We are grateful that our parents have given us life; we are grateful to the teacher for giving us knowledge; we are grateful to our friends for giving us friendship; our grateful life has given us color; we are grateful that society has given us the stage, we are grateful to all those who help us, they are Let us understand the warmth of society and the true feelings of the world.

Gong Zizhen's "Red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers" is the gratitude of the falling flowers to the soil; Mengjiao's "Who is the voice of the grass, reported that Sanchunhui" is the son's gratitude to the mother; Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Lake" The depth of the water is a thousand feet, not as good as Wang Lun sent me." The author is grateful to his friends. Wen Tianxiang's "Life has never died since ancient times, and it has been the heart of the world". It is the gratitude of the children to the motherland. We grow up in a grateful country, in the history of gratitude. We grow up every day under the sky.

When we were enchanted by the music in the arrogant music, did we remember the eager anticipation of the parents facing the loess; when we indulged and surfed the familiar keyboard with the Internet cafe, did we remember that under the scorching sun? The parents are sipping hot sweaty hoes; when we are sloppy on the school card readers and we are screaming with our classmates, do we think of our parents’ eagerness to raise money for their tuition fees? Look; when we are hiding in the corner of the classroom and enjoying the novel leisurely, do we think of the eyes of our parents on the hills of the ice and snow... Yes, we grow up day by day, we are no longer naive, no longer naive, no Then I stupidly watched my father screaming in the corner of the wall and no longer plunged into the mother's arms, but the silk thread of the parents always took our eyes, and grateful to the parents, let us move forward more firmly.

"Hold a heart, do not bring half a grass to go." "Spring silkworms to the dead silk side, the wax torch into the gray tears began to dry." This may be the best evaluation of the teacher. They are like the drizzle of spring that nourishes our dry mind; they are like the compass of the forest guiding us in the direction of our advancement; they are like a bright light in the dark that illuminates the way we march. When he was confused, he talked with us for a long time; when he was sad, he gave us the most caring love; when he succeeded, he silently blessed us, our failure was recorded in his heart, our warmth and coldness hung in his heart, he helped us On the road, but engraved on my figure on the three-foot platform, are we not grateful to our most lovely teacher?

Let us have a grateful heart, let the grateful heart fly forever!

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