There are many people in the world who know how to give thanks, not only for the "yes" and thank you, but also for the "no" and thank you; for the fortunate and thank you, but also for the suffering and thank you. If a person takes trials and tribulations as an opportunity to exercise his ability and refine his character, then he can still voice his gratitude in times of trouble. Didn't our ancestors also tell us that "hardship and suffering are the best of all possible worlds"? Doesn't this tell us that we should advance a point of gratitude for these "hardships"? In the past and present, there are such understanding, resilience of the wise, why do not we learn from them this always thank you, calm and gentle mind?
The birth of a life is a miracle, and the continuation of a life is not an easy thing, nor is it something that can be decided by oneself alone, in that case, shouldn't we be grateful? Grateful to the power that brings you into the world, grateful to your parents who love you unconditionally, grateful to the people who drive you to work, grateful to the people who avoid you on the crowded road, grateful to the workers who clothe you, grateful to the teachers who teach you, grateful to the post that accepts you, and gives you a sense of responsibility and honor, grateful to the colleagues who work with you every day, grateful to the doctor who treats you, grateful to the letter carrier who delivers your letters, grateful to all the workers who clean up the house, grateful to all the postmen who deliver the letters, and grateful to all the postmen who deliver the letters, and thankful to all the people who are so grateful. Thank you to the workers who sweep, thank you to all those who have been faithful and reasonable to you, thank you to all the champions and defenders of peace, thank you to all the researchers of science and medicine, thank you to all the artists and dreamers, thank you to the punctual day and night. Thank you for timely storms and winds, for beautiful landscapes thank you for wonderful music, for wonderful books ...... Don't we deserve our incessant thanks?
When you feel that there is nothing to be happy about, nothing to celebrate or cherish, there is a novel called Who Do You Think You Are that you can use to give yourself a head start. Yes, who do you think you are? Are you gifted and different? Do you come from a rich family and are rich as hell? Do you work hard day in and day out? Why are you entitled to ask for more from life? Why do you expect privilege, luck and fluke? Why do you have to live a good life as a matter of course? Why can't you be grateful for what you have, thankful for all those who love you, and immensely appreciative and heartfelt for the life you have now? Think about all of this calmly and then say from the heart, "Thank you so much!" Life will not be shortened in the future, but on both sides of the road, the scenery has changed.
Thank you for everything, thank you for everything, and look at the world through the soft lens of "thank you," and the world will be a better place.
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The author of this article believes that people should know how to thank, only know how to thank, there is happiness and warmth. The wise men of the past and present who are well versed and resilient always have the heart of gratitude, and a person who comes to the world should be even more thankful from time to time, so that the life is wonderful. The article is full of content, a clear point of view, the structure is complete, some phrases are very meaningful, there is a strong discursive.
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Unspoken thanks The sun shines brightly on my face. The bridge and the water slowly flowed into my heart. The youngsters always like to recall the past and fantasize about the future. However, in the fall when the leaves were falling, what brought me was not only sadness, but also the words of wisdom. I didn't have time to say thank you, but she had already disappeared into the sea, or even into the world. Yes, she passed away. When the ignorant teenager has been transformed into a tall and straight girl, all because of her a responsible, and and, strict teacher. Strolling through the campus, the fading leaves brought me into that fall. The weather is gray and cloudy, adding a touch of sadness to the original depressing mood. Looking out the window, there has long been no mood to listen and learn. Instead, they are rebellious teenagers. May be because the teacher has repeatedly communicated with parents to no avail, may also be parents have given up on my sake. Anyway, no one mentioned my name or even my life anymore. Another new semester started and we had a new language teacher. She seemed kind, but that didn't, however, make me have an interest in learning. Before class, I heard a round of words from my classmates, "We have a new teacher, what does she look like?" I glanced at them, scoffed and looked at them, thought: Heh! Learning you also need to look at the teacher! Watching my classmates quickly run back to their seats, I came to my senses. She, a and amiable teacher, came to our class for the first time, the first class, inevitably than before is a world of difference. The classroom was so quiet that even a dropped pin could be heard. The teacher smiled and looked at us to do self-introduction. I was lying on the window sill, and had long since lost interest in listening to what she had to say. During the lecture, probably because she saw that I wasn't listening to the class, she curiously called me up and kindly asked me the question she had just talked about. I froze. Maybe it was because I hadn't heard my name called in a long time and I was rusty to it. The teacher called me again, and as I looked around at the pairs of astonished eyes, I shook my head and slowly stood up. Looking at the teacher's smiling face at me, I scanned the entire quiet class with my afterglow. My face suddenly turned red. It was as if the teacher had read my heart. Said to me, "You haven't thought about it yet, right? Sit down first, take your time to think about it, and I'll ask you questions in a while." Said, signaling for me to sit down. Heart for a long time can not be calm, I stayed in the seat, looking forward to a long time can not come to the bell. The bell was indeed slow today, making me feel distracted. "Jingle bell, jingle bell ........." The class was over, and I darted out of the teacher's sight with lightning speed. Originally thought I could escape. Unexpectedly, when I returned to the class, I saw that the teacher was still waiting for me in my seat. Since the bell had already rung, I had to return to my seat obediently. The teacher led me outside to the open space, looking at the sky full of floating leaves. He said to me "I already know about your situation, but I don't want to give up, I believe in you!" I froze, I did not expect, in this world, there can be someone who believes in me! She picked up a yellowed leaf, showing its signs of age, and said to me, "Look, although the leaf has withered, but it does not give up hope, they fall, return to their roots. Feeding the next generation. I think you are like the next generation of this leaf. They are from birth, to death. Just to create a touch of coolness for human beings and a touch of beauty for nature. So, child, I believe in you, because no leaf wants to give up on itself, no leaf wants to bury itself, so you must be like the leaves, to create a more beautiful life for mankind, for yourself! Today, many years later, I have become the class president of a certain class. But I can never forget this benefactor. When I came back to my alma mater to look for her thin back, someone said, "She disappeared. She has passed away." I fell to my knees at once, and I lost my voice in helpless sobs. I regretted that I hadn't gotten around to saying thank you to her. I finally found my original teacher at school and asked her about which of my benefactors she was, and she said to me, "My child, that teacher contracted consumption from overworking her students and writing a lot of chalk. On her deathbed, she said that you would surely come to her again, so she asked me to give you a letter." I took the letter, tears slipped from my eyes, smelling the faint smell of medicine on that envelope, I imagined my teacher with a haggard face writing the letter for me painstakingly. I cried, wanting to say thank you to my teacher, it was she who made me, it was she, who gave me a chance to live again. Only, I would never see her again, unspoken thanks to him. Another fall, the corners of my eyes are moist ........
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The teacher I respect most in my heart is Mr. Zhao.
Ms. Zhao is my third grade math teacher, she came to our first class and introduced herself first, and then asked us to introduce ourselves afterwards. I don't know why, usually in front of other teachers, we feel embarrassed, in front of Ms. Zhao, many students are willing to introduce themselves, in a burst of laughter, time flies really fast, do not realize that the class is over.
Ms. Zhao is very concerned about us in class, she patiently help, patiently guide, sometimes she writes on the blackboard, write for a while and then ask us to keep up with it, if not keep up and then wait for us to keep up with it and then write, if we keep up with it. There was also a time when we didn't listen carefully in class and didn't listen to the lesson. She then educated us. After that we all listened carefully and answered questions actively. Ms. Zhao was very happy to see us make progress, and let the students encourage themselves to "go for it".
I don't know why, but the naughty students in our class were willing to listen to Ms. Zhao, and under her teaching, we all studied hard and seriously, and we got good grades.
Teacher's Day is coming soon, I want to say to Ms. Zhao: "Teacher, happy holidays! Happy day!" .
"There must be a teacher for every three people" is a saying by Confucius.
Everyone has a teacher, and according to their own preferences, the heart of the good teacher also one by one to produce, I am no exception. The good teacher in my mind is now teaching my language teacher - Wang Shuying.
She was very strict with us, but I firmly believe that "a strict teacher makes a good student". She has always asked students to speak concisely, in order to students' learning, the teacher moved his home to the school not far from the Fengzeyuan residence, she is not afraid of hard work asked students to ask more questions, from time to time to take the initiative to contact the parents, although she is not a classroom teacher, but she has paid far more than a classroom teacher, so the teacher is not worthy of praise, eulogize it?
I remember in the last semester on the eve of the final exams, my grades fell significantly, Ms. Wang had many times to find me to talk to, see nothing to improve, and decisively contacted my parents and reflect my problems in many aspects of the school and my performance in class, the teacher not only put forward the problem, but also put forward a lot of suggestions. What I remember most vividly is the conversation between my father and the teacher. Teacher Wang shared with my father one of my compositions from the second semester of my first year, "Spring Intentions," and my father froze for a moment in surprise and said, "You know about this composition, too." When I returned home my father said to me, "Look how much your language teacher cares about you! She even remembers your first-year composition!" At that time, there were 46 students in the class, and they wrote an essay every two weeks, so how many essays did the teacher have to remember if she really counted! Such a teacher really can be sung, sung is the quality of the teacher, sob is the teacher's hard work.
I remember in elementary school, as long as a class would like to grow up quickly, when a people's teachers.
Teachers are so easy to be ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I've been practicing my tongue-twisters a lot, and I'm fine. But now my thoughts have changed, the teacher is so hard, so tired, is this the fate of the teacher? Is this what teachers should suffer and be tired of? No! No! No! No! No! No! No! You're wrong. You are wrong, this is not the fate of the teacher, nor is it the teacher should be suffering, suffering tired, this is all willing to selfless dedication of people choose the most bitter, most tired, the most sacred profession.
Mr. Wang! You are the white warrior in my heart, although you do not really like the white warrior with their own brilliant medical skills, in front of the hospital bed to fight to save lives, but you with your good quality and rich knowledge, to save countless junior high school students childish soul! In my mind you are greater than the white warrior, your quality is higher than the sky, your knowledge is deeper than the sea.
Mr. Wang! You are the most admired teacher in my heart.
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