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The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Mother, the kindest name in the world, nourishes the growth of children with sweet milk. She dedicated her life and blood to her children. If someone asks me who is the first person to thank when you grow up, I will certainly answer without hesitation, my mother-she is ordinary and great. She is the first teacher in my life. She taught me how to be a man and how to always have a grateful red-hot heart. I like to see my mother's smile. No matter what difficulties I encounter, her smile will give me motivation and let me ride the wind and waves. Her smile is brilliant, without any anxiety. She gave me a pair of invisible wings, let me sing my own tunes, dance my own tassels and fly to the end of colorful clouds. My mother often says to me, "I'm not afraid of doing something wrong, but I'm afraid you won't do it." This sentence has been echoing in my ears. It will always inspire me to climb the peak, surpass myself, transcend suffering and become strong and invincible. Yes, maybe my mother didn't give me much, but she gave me the foundation of everything-life. Thank you, my mother.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Teachers, one of the most sacred professions in the world, take educating people as their responsibility and inheriting civilization as their responsibility. They are spreading knowledge and dancing to the melodious beat. I want to thank my Chinese teacher. His "What's More" made me realize the heart of the ancients and let me know that "the world is worried first, and then the world is happy." I want to thank my math teacher. His inverse theorem operation made me know' what I don't like, I don't like myself' and that everything has two sides. I want to thank my English teacher, his ABCD, for letting me know about foreign cultures. Thanks to countless teachers, such as' a threesome requires a teacher' and' falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers'. This is the selfless dedication of teachers. Yes, maybe the teacher didn't give me much, but he gave me all the motivation to do things-knowledge. Thank you, my teacher.
Perhaps there are not too many words of thanks, as long as I erect a brave mast, paddle with confidence and brave the wind and waves, and climb the peak bravely, perhaps this is the best thanks.