I need a piece of 3.8 Women's Day thanksgiving essay ｛to write their own, the teacher will be collected tomorrow ah, junior high school must be 500 words｝.

Mother, like a wall, blocking the wind and rain, blocking the sun, so that we do not weather the saplings can thrive; mother, like a kind bird mother, every day with a hand full of love stroked the feathers of our chicks, encouraging us to go to fight in the sky. My mother is also like a wall, like a mother bird to me care twice, encouragement, especially let me appreciate is my mother often lost me to guide and encouragement, so that the profound truth in my heart to take root, she is my first teacher. I clearly remember, it was a few years ago, in a test, I actually got 86 points. After school, students are happy to go home, but I was slow to organize the book bag, "golden peas" in the eyes straight spinning. I dragged my tired body, with heavy feet, step by step to move home. The bag seems to be much heavier than before. The birds on the trees were chirping, seemingly mocking me; the pedestrians on the road also seemed to be looking at me with contempt, sending out an imperceptible sneer; in front of my eyes was the figure of my mother tutoring me in the middle of the night to review my homework, the teacher's expectant gaze, the ridicule and ridicule of my classmates ...... everything, making me feel ashamed. I was so ashamed of myself. Finally arrived home, my mother saw my downcast appearance, then all understand, she softly comforted me, told me not through the storm, how to see the rainbow. Then she helped me analyze the questions and told me how to solve them. Under my mom's guidance, I finally understood the root cause of my failure, and she smiled comfortably. Ah! Our mothers selflessly give us love so that we can grow up. Come on, let's all be grateful to our mother, do something for her, even if it's just to wash her feet, wipe the table and chairs, I believe that these insignificant gestures, will be able to soothe the mother's tired heart. I remember when I was a child, I was very capricious, their own things without my consent can not be given to others, or be taken by others. One day, I came home from school and saw my cousin crying, and my mom was coaxing my sister with a stuffed bear that I was about to throw away. At that time, I was very angry because my mom took my things without my consent. I rushed over and slammed the stuffed bear down hard on the ground. My mother did not come to comfort me as usual, and after my cousin left, she criticized me severely. It taught me to be tolerant and loving to people. It is my mother who often rings alarm bells in my ears; it is also my mother who often teaches me to be honest, trustworthy and brave; it is still my mother who often guides me in my studies! Mother's love is deep, mother's love is delicate, mother's love is also selfless and great. I want to experience with my heart, to feel, in order to be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. And this year's Mother's Day, and remind me of a philosopher said: mother is an endless book. Yes! The love given to me by my mother is something I can never forget, not even for the rest of my life!

Thanksgiving for family love I remember a long time ago, read xiao bona such a maxim: "life is not a short candle, but we temporarily hold the torch, we must burn it very bright and brilliant, and then handed over to the next generation of people." I didn't understand it at first, but when I participated in the "Family-School Interactive Education" organized by the 2002 class of the School of Basic Medical Sciences, this saying came to my mind again. It was as if I saw a bright and shining torch being passed. George Bernard Shaw spoke from the deepest depths of the true meaning of affection. We often say: "The course of our lives is blended into every wave of affection, every set of melodies, every word of advice, every laugh, every look, every step in the footprints ........" However, the world's first love by no means only refers to the care, more importantly, education, so that the torch of wisdom transmission. Remember parents teach us, often say: "We eat more salt than you eat rice, we cross the bridge than you walk the road is long." And we were always so young and naive and unimpressed. We ignored the fact that as the years slipped by silently leaving traces on their faces and temples, naturally there would be a lot of priceless wisdom and experience accumulated in their hearts. They are always willing to give us their all, while we always stubbornly think that it is out of fashion. Like newborn calves, we run amok until our bodies are bruised and our horns bleed, then we run to them, rest our heads on their arms, lick our wounds, and continue on our way. Family - school interactive education, to build a bridge between parents and students, parents up to the podium eloquent, talk about their student days of learning methods, talk about their work experience, talk about how they get along with strangers, talk about their expectations and confidence in our future, talk about their understanding of us! ...... They have bestowed upon us a priceless treasure and passed on to us a torch that burns with unparalleled splendor. We accept all this with a grateful heart, listening to their words is far better than reading ten years' worth of books, and it benefits us greatly. We feel everything with a delicate heart, feeling the selflessness and unreservedness of affection. Parents who are full of wisdom, their image is so great in our hearts. At the same time, we were surprised to find that they longed to understand us and to be understood by us. In fact, we can become confidants. In this activity, we have a deeper understanding of what affection is. Affection is an oasis in the desert, when you are lonely and despondent, weak and weak, thirsty and sick, take a look at the eyes are already full of light, the mind to get comfortable, and then will not be lonely. Will step forward, just a drop of water, the rolling ocean of life will spread in the heart. Affection is the North Star in the night. Once we chased to the goal and ignored its existence, until one day we do not recognize the direction, slightly raised his head, a beam of soft light to guide us to take firm steps. Affection is a harbor in the voyage, when we touch the reef again and again, slowly sail into, where there is no wind and waves, we can stop here, repair the trauma, ready to supply, once again high sails. ....... Because affection is great, we are thankful for it. At the same time, we are also grateful to the teacher's heart cultivation, "sunshine project" for us to build a stage to display their own multi-faceted talents; affectionate education more let us know respect filial etiquette. They inspired us to write a letter to our parents during the Mid-Autumn Festival to offer them greetings and express our gratitude. It is they who carefully prepared this parent-child communication activities, they not only teach us, but also often communicate with us from heart to heart, which is a blend of kindness and friendship. So we are not only thankful for the love of family, but also thankful for the love of teachers and students