Some people are most grateful to their parents because they gave us life. Some people are most grateful to their younger brother because he has brought us happiness. Others are most grateful to teachers, because teachers have taught us a lot of knowledge.
However, I am not like them. The person I am most grateful to is my best friend who has been with me for six years. Since childhood, she has shone on me like a ray of sunshine, giving me knowledge, happiness and meticulous care.
I remember that happened in a physical education class class on Friday in the first half of the sixth grade. I felt a little headache when I was playing. I thought it was caused by too much excitement, so I continued to play. After class, my head hurts more than before, and my stomach begins to hurt, so I'm going to have a rest on my desk. At this moment, my best friend came to me, saw my face flushed and asked me, "What's the matter with you?" "Is it a fever?" After asking, he touched my head with white hands and looked at the surprised expression, which made me very uneasy.
It turned out that I didn't have a fever, and I was scared. She took my cup to the tap, poured my previous water, and then poured me some hot water for me to drink, but I was scalded by this boiling water, so she helped me adjust the water temperature for me to drink. After a while, the head teacher of our class came into the classroom. After my best friend told the head teacher about it, the head teacher called my parents and grandma.
Because of this, my tears can't help falling. This is the person I am most grateful to.
The rain stopped, the clouds cleared, the sun lit up the earth, the air was as fresh as filtered, and the flowers and trees were washed away by the rain, spreading their branches and leaves, so green and beautiful.
And I, dressed in rags, was picking up garbage there. Originally, I lived in a poor family of three, and only my father worked odd jobs outside to support my mother and me. Nevertheless, they sent me to school. In order to reduce their burden, I come out to pick up garbage every day when I am free. One day, it was dark, and I was still picking up garbage outside. There are fewer and fewer people, but the wind is getting stronger. I was afraid and cold, so I had to choose to go home. In order to go home early, I took a shortcut in the alley, and the thin wind blew, like several people whispering, and the insects kept barking, much like ghosts. I walked slowly, afraid to make any noise, for fear that a ghost would come.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up and the light fell to the ground. When I looked up, an old woman was smiling at me with a lamp. That smile is like falling into a brick pool, and the ripples are scattered. Silver hair, deep wrinkles and smiling eyes always make people feel that she is an amiable person. Then she accompanied me all the way to the end of the alley.
Every day after that, I will come to my grandmother's house to chat with her after picking up the garbage. Before I leave, I will help her take away the garbage at home. If I can sell it, I will sell it.
Later, my grandmother took her to a big city, and my family's economy turned around, so I didn't have to pick up garbage, but I felt a deep regret. Every night, I will think of that kind and gentle smiling face and fall asleep with warm gratitude in my heart.
She, a kind grandmother, is the person I am most grateful to.
The person I am most grateful to is my mother. Her love for me is everywhere.
I remember once, my mother and I went downstairs to get native vegetables. I'm covered in mud, and my neighbors call me a clay figurine. I was afraid of being scolded and didn't want to be seen by my mother, so I took off my clothes and huddled my pants. When I got home, I changed my shoes, ran back to my room, locked the door, took out clean clothes and pants from the closet and put them on. What about dirty clothes? I used my quick wits to hide them under the bed. I walked out of the room and pretended not to care. But I am worried that if my mother finds out my "trick", she will definitely teach me a lesson. Mom went home. Strangely, she walked past me as usual. Didn't mom notice that I changed my clothes and pants? This memory, this vision is too bad!
The next day, I went to my room to see my clothes and pants. Huh? Why is it missing? I've looked everywhere, but I can't find it. At this time, I found my mother washing clothes. The clothes on her hand were the clothes I stained yesterday, and my tears immediately welled up in my eyes. ...
Another time, because I did my homework very late the night before, I went to bed about 12 and didn't even tidy up my books. The next morning, I found a lot of books on the desk, thinking: They should all be extracurricular books!
When I got to school, I opened my schoolbag and found that all the books in the schoolbag were gone except a pencil case. Then I remembered that the pile of books on the desk was the one I was going to have class today ... I regretted it, but water under the bridge. I can only wait for criticism.
My mother found the pile of books and sent them directly to the classroom without saying anything. I am so grateful, my eyes are red, and I can't wait to give my mother a warm hug.
Now, do you know why I am grateful to my mother?
The person I am most grateful to is Teacher Cui, the head teacher of our class. She is tall, smiling, with long hair and a pair of glasses on her nose. She is full of energy every day and has a unique way of attending classes. Her classmates like her class very much.
I remember one morning, I walked quickly to the classroom singing. Suddenly, a pair of big hands covered my glasses. I broke my big hands and looked back. It turned out to be Teacher Cui, so I quickly said hello: "Hello, Teacher Cui!" Teacher Cui also responded with a smile, "Hello!" He walked to the classroom. I heard the teacher's voice and felt something was wrong. After class, as usual, Mr Cui followed the bell into the classroom. When the teacher was lecturing, we found the teacher's voice hoarse. I see all this in my eyes and am anxious in my heart. I admire this teacher from my heart. That time, the teacher spoke very seriously, and we listened very attentively, because the teacher walked into our hearts.
In various competitions organized by the school, such as broadcast gymnastics competition, dance competition, long-distance running competition, etc. Our class 4 16 won the first place under the training of the head teacher. Teacher Cui, you are really a serious and responsible teacher!
Teacher Cui not only cares about our study, but also teaches us the truth of getting along with others. In a math class, my deskmate and I broke up in class because of a little thing, which affected the classroom discipline. After class, Teacher Cui educated me and my deskmate and said earnestly, "Learning to get along with others is everyone's own ability. If you don't even have this ability, what big things can you do in the future? " The teacher's words hit us like radio waves, and my deskmate and I couldn't help feeling ashamed and apologizing to each other.
Teacher Cui, you are the person I am most grateful to, and I will definitely repay you with practical actions.
I am very grateful to the people. In my life journey, many people have given me great help. Among them, I am most grateful to my mother.
From birth to now, not a day goes by without seeing my mother busy for me. I thank my mother for everything she has done for me.
I appreciate it. I thank my mother for giving me life and letting me live carefree in this world; Thank my mother for giving me a healthy body and letting me run and jump under the blue sky; I thank my mother for giving me sound facial features, so that I can appreciate the wonderful world in all directions.
My mother is strict with me. Whenever I have time, I will be asked to do problems and papers, and occasionally I will have a rest. You can't watch mobile phones and computers during breaks. At first, I was reluctant. Later, I learned about my mother's good intentions and benefited from them. Usually after I finish my homework, my mother will explain the wrong questions to me until I understand them. Sometimes my math homework is careless, and I will get the wrong answer. My mother will make me copy it a hundred times. Even after midnight, my mother will supervise me to sleep after copying. Therefore, my grades have always been among the best in my class. Thank my mother for being strict with me.
Besides being strict with me in my studies, I also care about me in my life.
Once, I was in unexpected trouble-a car broke my ankle. After I went to the hospital for a plaster cast, I had to stay in the hospital, and my mother was with me in the hospital. Every morning, before I get up, my mother will buy breakfast. When I am bored, my mother will tell me stories. ...
Sometimes, my mother will take me out to play. In recent years, we have visited Guo Hua, Jinggang Ancient Town, Tanhe River and other scenic spots, enjoyed the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and looked for the wonders of nature.
I am grateful to my mother. She gave me care and help, and let me grow up healthily in my life and study, and make constant progress.
I am most grateful to you for accompanying me when I am most lonely. You comforted me when I was most sad; You once understood me when I was loneliest ... You were my dance teacher.
You tried to get rid of my inferiority complex. I used to have no confidence in myself. Since I met you, you have pulled me out of the dark abyss.
I remember one time, you said that we went outside to practice dancing, and when we came back, everyone was panting and flushed. When you saw that everyone didn't want to leave and wanted to sit down and rest, you not only stopped us, but also encouraged us to say, "Whoever comes to the classroom first will be given a small red flower." Because the little red flower was a special honor for us at that time, some students immediately increased their firepower and rushed to the dance class, but I said, "No."
When I walked slowly to the dance class, you severely criticized me and sent a small red flower to everyone except me. Looking at their smug smiles, I can't help feeling a little envious. From that moment on, I secretly made up my mind: I must work hard and I will surpass them sooner or later.
After they all left, you said to me, "The teacher believes in you and will do it well next time." It was your words that awakened my sleeping heart, made me understand that behind the harvest is hard work, and at the same time made me cheerful and optimistic.
Now, every time I see the teacher in class, I will think of you, our scenes in class, and our happy time together.
You are the person I am most grateful to.
Father, you are the most grateful person in my life.
My childhood impression of you was "violence"! You always hit me and scold me. When you appeared in front of my eyes, I was trembling and scared all over.
You frowned with thick eyebrows, bean-sized sweat streamed down your face, and your hair stood on end in high spirits. You stared at my bulging eyes and asked me, "Did you steal money?" My heart is empty, my eyes are on the ground, and I dare not look at your fierce eyes. I looked up and saw that your bean-sized sweat was gone, your nose seemed stiff and your brow locked tighter. You clenched your fist, and my heart was empty with fear. I tried to straighten up: "No!" As soon as I spoke, a fist hit me on the head. Pain, burning pain, that's really no ordinary pain.
Now, how much I need that beating.
I still remember two days after the winter vacation, you took me skiing. You reminded me when I met a friend who said something wrong, but I didn't appreciate it. I didn't say anything. Gasping for air, I slipped quietly down the snow slope and never climbed up again. You yell, "boy, boy! Come up and play. " I don't respond. You know I'm angry, and the fire in my heart suddenly burns. You blush, your eyebrows are elongated, and your smile is unnatural. Call me again, I still don't appreciate it. The fire inside you broke out completely. Slide yourself down, grab my collar, your eyes are round again, and pull me up. It's just that you didn't hit me like you did when you were a kid. You just slowly threw away my collar and walked home. ...
Father, how much you love me! But you connived at me on purpose. That time, I really "hated" you. Instead of teaching me a lesson, you taught me a deeper truth.
How much you love me and how grateful I am.
In the morning, the sun is shining, the bright green leaves have withered, and a little old, weak and sick can't stand the touch of the wind, so they hurriedly hide on the narrow path, especially in autumn.
I am too idle to go out for a morning run. As soon as I stepped out of the gate, a pair of autumn scenery paintings came into view, and there were only a handful of pedestrians. The coolness comes from my heart. I tried to get some heat, but I got very little.
It didn't take long to run to a path. The trees on the roadside are tall and straight. Although they are heroic, their branches and leaves have completely withered. The cool wind on the roadside swept my cheek like a sword.
I ran along the path and found a farmland. The newly sprouted corn is covered with a layer like fluff. Soft and green. There are several children playing in the distance, their faces flushed by the cold wind, as if they were drunk. Their laughter seems to be looming in my ears, adding a bit of vitality to the bleak autumn.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of an old man with an old shovel in his hand and a spider web at the root. The handle at the top seems to be broken, leaving only a small piece. He buried his face hard, twisted and struggled.
He took out a few corn seeds from a plastic bag in a nearby pit, scattered them evenly in the pit, and then shoveled the soil back to its original position with difficulty.
I turned my head, grateful beyond words.
Farmers may be insignificant. But it is precisely because of their silent cultivation that the whole world is full of vitality.
The road is over, and there are paths. As long as you keep walking, there are countless scenery waiting for you and me.
I am most grateful to the night. The moonlight is as cold as water, a little bit stingy spilled and fell to the ground. The strong light is too weak to tell the way ahead. There is a lot of water in the potholes on the road that has just rained, so I can only rely on my feelings, pad my toes and move forward bit by bit. But shoes will inevitably get wet.
I took a deep breath and had to move on. There are still hundreds of meters to the subway station, but I don't think this road will come to an end. Clouds covered the moon again, and it became darker around. I can't help being a little scared. Will there be bad people? Or have wild dogs escaped? I have a chill in my back.
Suddenly I felt someone behind me.
I used up all my courage and walked on, but my palms were cold sweat. Who could it be? Why are you following me? I looked down at myself and dressed as a student. Is it to rob money? I have a little more fear in my heart. If he catches up, ...
A white light lit up the road in front of me, and I couldn't help it any longer. Looking back, it turned out to be the aunt of the school security room. She showed me the way with an umbrella and a flashlight in her hand. Seeing that I stopped, my aunt ran a few steps to catch up and said with a smile, "It's so late, I really don't trust you to walk at night alone." Just catch up and lose the subway station. "I smiled and nodded.
A warm current flows through my heart, and many days of boredom are swept away. Looking at my aunt's side face, my heart sank softly and warmly. The moon pushed away the clouds, lit up a little and smiled at me. Moonlight and white light mixed together, and the road became extremely bright.
So this mountain. That aunt gave me not only a sense of security, but also heartfelt gratitude. This silent concern has given me strength in countless nights. I am forever grateful to her. She is an unspeakable beauty in my life, always reminding me to be a warm person.
I remember when I was learning Chinese, you taught me to walk. I remember when I cried, you told me: be strong, don't cry; I remember when I met difficulties, you taught me to overcome them and face them. Remember when I was injured, you took care of me and worked day and night for me. ...
Remember that time? On a sunny morning, we went hiking. I set out with passion. At noon, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. How disappointing my stomach is. I'm hungry. Stay where you are. You told me, "Nothing is easy. We should persevere and not give up halfway. Persistence is victory. " After listening to your words, I am full of confidence: I can. So, I set foot on the pace of climbing again. Finally, I succeeded. I want to thank you. How can I achieve such success without you?
I remember another time when my math scores plummeted, which also dispelled my enthusiasm for math. I trudged home with my schoolbag on my back. Disappointed, my tears fell like a broken pearl. Then you came in and I told you the whole story. You said to me earnestly: "failure is the mother of success, and there is no smooth sailing in the world." It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam this time. Make persistent efforts next time, and there will be good results. " I took your words to heart and took them to the examination room. Sure enough, I achieved excellent results. I want to thank you for teaching me.
I want to thank you, now I am thirteen years old, and thank you for your hard work in the past thirteen years. You told me a lot of truth: how can you succeed without failure? How can there be victory without setbacks? Thank you for your dedication to me.
You are April day on earth, and you are the person I am most grateful to. I want to thank you-my mother.
Thank you most for the composition 1 1 In life, love is everywhere, all the time, and sometimes it is just a casual little thing. In all these complicated loves, the person I am most grateful to is my father.
Dad has an oval face, deep eyebrows, bright eyes, black head and gray temples. Wearing that dark gray overalls, one stop on the construction site is three or four hours. Needless to say, I should also know that my father is in charge of farmers' work on the construction site, referred to as an engineer for short.
It's summer now, and the high temperature from the scorching sun shines directly on my father. At this time, while I am blowing the air conditioner at home, my father's spirit of selfless dedication and self-sacrifice will always be engraved in my heart. I think this may be the knowledge my father taught me!
Every time my father comes home from work, he always tells me about the outside world and the scenery outside, which makes my curiosity grow bigger and bigger, so I have a great dream. Although it's small, and I'm afraid of being found like avoiding others, I always know that this is my father's love for me. Although love is small, I am worried. My father's love makes me extremely grateful.
Dad seldom goes home because he wants me and my brother to grow up and study in a good environment. So he worked hard and bought us books so that we could eat and drink well. Although he came back several times, he did not forget to educate us in study and life. Every time he comes back, he will take away the drawings and teach me to design the building, but what he teaches me most is to go out and look at the street signs, recognize the stop signs, tell me what will happen in the shops on Renren Street, and let me be careful of thieves. Although God doesn't care about these little things, in my heart, my father's image is great. He is like a beacon guiding me, and I am very grateful to him.
My father loved me too much when I was growing up. My father is like a stone, let me stand on his shoulders and walk forward into the future.
My most grateful person composition 12 Anyone in the world will have the most grateful person. He may have saved your life, helped you a lot, or helped you fulfill a wish. This person may be a teacher, classmate, relatives and friends, parents, or an unknown stranger.
My most grateful person is my mother, not only because she gave birth to me, but also because she gave birth to twins for me.
"I want my brother and sister!" I've been shouting this wish for four years. Everyone in our class has a younger brother or sister, but I am the only one left, so I complain to my mother. My mother gave me a carrot and stick, and finally agreed.
My mother started taking injections and taking medicine. During this period, I always let my mother drink Jiaduobao, because it is a good morality, but after many rejections, I had to put down this nonsense idea.
Every time I see my mother's hand stuck in and pulled out by a needle, I feel sad, because my mother did it for me.
A few months later, my mother finally got pregnant with the baby. I was ecstatic and thought, yeah! You can have your brother and sister in nine months. Although I am pregnant with a baby, I still need an injection, and the needle is thicker than before. Every time my mother gives me an injection, it's like giving me a shot in the heart.
As the due date approached, my mother began to be hospitalized, so I had less chance to see her. When I saw her, she always had a long and thick needle in her hand, and my heart ached, because my mother suffered all these hardships for me.
A few days later, my mother gave birth to twins. When I heard the news, I jumped three feet and almost flew.
I am very grateful to my mother, because she has suffered so much for me and fulfilled my four-year wish.
I am most grateful to the person who wrote 13, but you got up; In the dead of night, you are still awake. You are the person I am most grateful to-mom.
When dawn comes, you pull me out of my sleep; When the sun is shining, you cook for me as always; Quiet night, I am sleepy, you are still working hard for a family, but you have never complained!
On that day, the sky was dotted with the blazing sun, and it had not yet raised its proud head. The teacher walked into the classroom. "Who didn't buy a football?" The teacher asked seriously. "Oh, no, I forgot to buy it. This is a task. " I muttered in my mind. I raised that innocent hand in shame. In this way, I went to the teacher's office and called my mother. "Mom, I forgot to buy a football ..." I whispered with shame and regret. After about ten minutes, my mother sent me the football in a hurry. At that moment, I was moved You know, my mother is very busy at work. I must worry about it in the future, do my own thing, and don't mess up my mother again.
Every morning, you get up after five o'clock and make me a big breakfast. At noon, you 1 1: 40 ran home from school, just so that I could have hot meals when I got home. In the evening, we always talk and laugh together, and then we start doing our homework quietly. And all this is for my study!
My mother cooks for me every day except at work. Every time I come home from school, I can eat sweet and delicious food, which never keeps me waiting.
Looking at your hard-working and aging back, mom, you are the person I am most grateful to.
What can I give in return? I think only by studying hard and getting excellent grades can you repay your kindness and silent efforts.
I am most grateful for the composition 14. There is a person who not only risked his life to give birth to us, but also selflessly raised us. This person is mom!
Mother is like a tree, and we are like budding leaflets on the tree. When the breeze blows, we will be baptized by the wind and rain together.
I remember one time, my father was not at home, and I happened to have a high fever. Mother ran to the hospital behind my back without saying anything. On the way, my mother was afraid that I would be cold, so she put a big scarf around my neck and only wore a thin dress. Looking at my mother's thin figure, I couldn't help crying.
After arriving at the hospital, the doctor said, "The child caught a cold and was very ill. He must be hospitalized. " Say that finish with my mother and I went to the inpatient department.
My mother has taken good care of me since I was in hospital. Every day, she peels apples and pears for me. When eating, my mother always puts all the meat in her bowl into mine. I am getting fatter and redder every day, and my mother is getting thinner and paler every day.
Another time, I won the first prize in the whole grade, and my mother was so happy that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Buy me new clothes and take me to KFC. When ordering, my mother ordered coke, milk, ice cream, French fries, fried chicken legs, popcorn ... but when eating, my mother didn't eat anything, just ate popcorn and drank a little coke, and gave me all the delicious food.
My mother's love is like an invisible hand that brought me up. A mother's love is like an oversized cloth pocket, in which I grew up.
Mom, you are the person I am most grateful to!
My most grateful person composition 15 my most grateful person
Time flies, fleeting. Cherry is red and banana is green. However, ruthless years can't be indifferent, but they will always be my most grateful person-my mother.
A mountain of water
When I was a child, I always liked to stay in school for a while after school. When I got home, it was already dark. Whenever this happens, you will pick me up in person and take me home by bike. The north wind is like a knife, and cold air will attack from time to time. However, behind you, I cling to your back and don't feel cold at all. It was you who sheltered me from the wind and rain with your mountain-like body. Your solid arm is the eternal support for me to find and stay all my life.
Let me thank this mother who sheltered me from the wind and rain!
A gentle mother
The wind is blowing with rain. On the way home from school, I couldn't help thinking of the bright red and dazzling score, and suddenly tears fell with the misty raindrops. My heart suddenly darkened when I thought about my parents' expectations of me.
When I got home, I gently pushed open the door and walked slowly into the room. Later, I found that my mother had not come back, and I saw the note left by my mother: My father and I will stay at my grandmother's house for one night and come back tomorrow. There is chicken soup in the kitchen, and the results are not mentioned for the time being. After reading these, my tears flowed down involuntarily, and it seemed as if I saw the scene when my mother was cooking soup: he bent down and carefully rummaged through the chicken soup with a spoon, sometimes adding seasoning and sometimes adjusting the heat, and several white hairs emerged from his head full of hair. ...
Let me thank this gentle and considerate mother!
Finally, in the long road of growth, I finally understand you: like an old cow, like a mother and a baby, you give warm care and selfless dedication to your children. ...
Thank you, my mother.