Because there is love

The world, because of love, and more moved, the world, because of the touch, and more grateful, who can say who has not been loved, not touched, that grateful, this beautiful spark will also quietly in your heart Burning up...

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The first chapter of maternal love, let me learn to be grateful

In the past twelve years, I have passed by in such a hurry. How many twelve years can a person have been, my mother has been in a hurry for me for twelve years, and I have been tired for twelve years. In exchange, only my daughter has grown up. When I was eating, I saw a few more silver wires on my mother's head. The wrinkles in my eyes, like a river, grew more and more. After dinner, I walked alone on the sales road, night, quietly, I looked up at the sky, it seems that the stars are engraved with familiar words - mother...

When my daughter grows up, it is time to do something for her mother. After that, I learned some housework, mopping the floor, wiping the table, washing the dishes, washing the clothes... I learned more and more homework, and my mother’s pressure was getting less and less. My mother often said: "My daughter grew up! "I am also happy, for the mother, learn to be grateful!

In school, when I miss my mother, I raise my head. The moon in the sky smiles at me, as if to say, "Daughter, think of mom!" My mouth will also be lifted slightly...

The second chapter is the teacher, let me understand the gratitude

"Spring silkworms go to the dead silk, and the wax torch begins to dry with gray tears." Teacher, this spring silkworm, like a candle, gave us and sacrificed ourselves. "Quiet late at night, the stars are..." This song sang the greatness of the teacher. Who knows, the teacher raised the lights in the middle of the night to correct the homework; who knows how many times the teacher has been obedient to the students, quietly shed tears; who knows, the teacher's youth, when is the end; who knows...

Under the guidance of the teacher, we understand the gratitude. The old saying goes: "One day is a teacher, life is a father." Teacher, your kindness to me, I have no teeth to forget, you sweat to me, I will use my best results to repay you...

Have love, and grateful love...

Sixth grade: Lin Yongfan