Composition My Thanksgiving Story 1 I accidentally saw a sentence "Hand is a woman's second face." However, my mother's hands are rough and full of cracks. At that moment, all kinds of things my mother did for me with these hands came to my mind.
When I was a child, I walked into the campus holding her hand. When I grew up, I went further and further, stubbornly breaking away from her hand and pursuing my so-called freedom. But one day, I was black and blue, and then I looked back and found that my hands were still warm. Time has taken away my mother's youth, but it will never take away the deep love in my palm.
At this moment, I wonder why I didn't wash my hands for my mother, as gentle as she washed my feet when I was a child.
I made a basin of water and took it to my mother and said, "Mom, let me wash your hands once!" " "I seem to see the tears in my mother's eyes. She nodded and sobbed, "good. Grow up and be sensible. "
& gt Holding her hand, I found that time was full of "gullies" on her hand, and the rough texture was still bitter. I can't help asking myself: "Remember those delicate little hands that used to lead me to school and cross the road?" I sniffed and stroked the chapped scar. My heart tightened. How long has it been since I held her hand? In my impression, her hands are always so warm and soft, and have taken me through many spring, summer, autumn and winter, but now they are different. Hold some water, pour it on my mother's hand, and watch the water flow slowly through every striped road. This is the mark left by the years, in order to let me experience the love and warmth of my mother for so many years. My eyes are staring at each other, and a thousand words come to my mind, but I can only silently soak my eyes and say in a very low voice, "Thank you, Mom." Then I thought to myself: I will take care of you, repay you and thank you in the future. The waves in her eyes and the gratified smile on her face reveal: Good boy, sensible, you are the pride of your mother. It is said that mother and daughter are soul mates. Indeed, she knows everything I think, and I really feel what she thinks.
I gradually understood Qi Jun's mother's hand: When I was sick, my mother would rub my hot forehead and massage my sore limbs. I have been holding her hand in my dream-those rough and gentle hands! All mothers in the world have hands like this, and all mothers have the same heart. They swallow all the bitter water in their stomachs, but show off that they are completely supported by happiness.
Life is like a flowing river, the shore is full of filial flowers, so memories are fragrant everywhere. Busy, we know that the day will leave, but mom is still here. No matter how far you go, mother always has a kite-like thread in her hand. The other end of the line is connected to your child's heart, always warning us that "parents are here, and we should go well not far from Wan Li."
Composition My Thanksgiving Story 2 Dear teachers and classmates:
Good morning everyone. The topic of my speech today is "Love May, Thanksgiving Mother".
Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we came home from school, who had cooked dinner for us? When we were doing our homework under the lamp, who quietly put a glass of milk on the corner of the table? Who has done so much for us without asking for anything in return? It's mom.
Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. When we can't express ourselves clearly, my mother takes pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we had grown up and got rid of her shelter, my mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we were sad, my mother patiently enlightened us. My mother did too much for us, but she never asked for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is!
Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings clear even if they are covered with the dust of years; Maternal love is a tree. In the cycle of seasons, it stubbornly sticks to its homeland, supports a tree and pays silently. Motherly love is pure, and always comes quietly when you encounter a storm, giving comfort and strength; Motherly love is selfless, she will always protect you and accompany you all your life.
But what have we done for our mother? Don't we feel at ease?
Accept mom's free love? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud?
Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth, and an innocent smile were hitting her back and talking. My mother was pleased with the cup of hot tea handed over by her children after work, their good performance in school and their enterprising learning state. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers.
Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "
Finally, I wish all mothers in the world peace, happiness, health and longevity!
My Thanksgiving Story 3 is like a sticky candy in the afternoon, stretched infinitely by the tough but bright sunshine like a filament. I hold a pair of warm hands, and the road under my feet seems endless, spreading to the edge of the world. A reassuring silence and a slight pulse, like a clever note jumping in the blood. I look at your familiar side face, and my heart gently flows with tenderness. Another year of reincarnation.
Spring. I don't like this dry season very much, because every time I come, the flu will haunt me, dragging people to sleep, and it will take months to get well. Maybe I was scared by a painful childhood. You are always very nervous about this common disease. It is getting late. I get up and go to school, but you don't know what you are busy with and won't leave. I was a little annoyed and leaned down to rush you, but you kept me waiting enthusiastically. I looked at the nameless one so carefully. You took out a plate of medicine from the paper box and carefully cut it with scissors. Each tablet contains four pills, which is exactly the amount I want to eat every time. With the crisp click, you seem to be complaining: "I don't know you as a child yet, and I am most afraid of trouble." There are many things at school, so I'm definitely too lazy to take medicine. Those copies are all with you, which is convenient for eating. "He said, while smoothing the sharp edges and corners. I took the medicine, as if I had got a delicate and mellow mind. Whenever I accidentally touch it, it is like a small flame, which burns my heart hot.
summer The heat was fiercer than the tiger and robbed my appetite. You watched me pick and choose, but you refused to take chopsticks. You only made negative comments on the food, and you were anxious. You tried your best to collect ingredients for me to eat. God helps those who help me. I fell in love with your mung bean soup and left a bowl of green sugar water on the table. Mung beans and rock sugar are cooked together, suggesting a cool sweetness. I smacked my lips, your focused side face appeared in front of me, and your gentle eyes cast a foaming effect, like deep affection in cooking. I watched the clear soup turn dark red. Is it as long as your love?
Autumn. When I got home, I accidentally found a handful of leaves on the balcony. Golden ginkgo leaves are like handfuls of exquisite folding fans, and the fine lines contain feelings of wanting to talk and rest. I often talk about its beauty until you interrupt me. I know this little surprise must be your heart. I put my arm around you with a leaf: "Where did you pick it up? Take me with you! " You are seldom naughty: "I won't tell you!" " The smile in my eyes is hidden deep and warm to my heart.
winter At dusk, I woke up from my nap and saw you sitting by the bed, leafing through a cookbook. I don't know why I closed my eyes again, but I feel very calm. A faint sense of happiness is like an ethereal cloud, too light to hold a wisp; But just like the surrounding air, it really fills every corner. I really want to be with you all the time.
I never say I love you, and the promise left in my mouth is too frivolous, so it is better to engrave it in my heart. I believe that love and being loved are mutual, right, mom? You can hear, hear this simple secret, hear my unspoken gratitude and attachment.
We can go forward and quietly annihilate the barriers of time; We can help each other and turn the torrent of time into dust. Who will kill time in Jinse? Just you and me is enough.
Dimfragrance is floating, and it is near dusk. I smiled and looked at my handshake, secretly wishing: never say goodbye forever, never say goodbye forever.
My Thanksgiving Story 4 The best filial piety lies in the present. -inscription
My family is a very traditional family, full of simple and beautiful atmosphere all day long. A careful father, a hardworking mother and a student at school form such a warm family of three. My mother works tirelessly and does housework all day. In her spare time, besides caring about my study, she takes care of her flowers and plants. Home and work, two points and one line, are maintained by the silk thread of love.
Share filial piety once at a time.
I went home on a big vacation, brought a big bag of snacks, and prepared to stay up late. As soon as I threw it on the bed, I heard my mother's scolding voice: "Don't eat so many snacks at night. I think you are going to become a chubby pig! " I don't think so. I opened a pack of chocolates and brought them to my mouth. My mother, who was mopping the floor, shook her head and smiled, thus letting go of my temper. I ate snacks and looked at my mother's back mopping the floor: she might be a little tired, and the mop in her hand hit the ground. Don't drag it into the corner. The speed of mopping the floor also slowed down, not as crisp as just now. As soon as I turned around, I saw the fine sweat on my mother's forehead. Seeing this, I quickly called my mother to rest: "Mom, don't delay. I'll come later. You are so tired that you are sweating. "
Mother sat down beside me to have a rest. I seem to feel that a slight breath contains the heat of family efforts. Tear open a pack of snacks and hand it to mom: "mom, try this, it's delicious!" " "Mother instinctively refused:" Mom doesn't like to eat these things, so help yourself. "Traditional family values make her reluctant to" take what I love to eat ".She always wants me to eat more, and she can't let go of her parents' identity. She is embarrassed to eat" small snacks "that these children only eat. I pretended to be angry: "I can't finish so many snacks." If you eat some, I can lose weight. Try it first and then like it. " Mother reluctantly took it, tasted it and smiled: "It's quite delicious." I am happy: "Eat more when it tastes good and buy it back every day." Feel the fragrance of delicious food overflowing in your mouth, crunchy potato chips chewing in your mouth, sweet candy melting on the tip of your tongue, and the happiness of fragrant fruit and milk flowing in your throat ... half an afternoon, slowly spent in a long sharing. Feeling my mother's warm and simple happiness, my heart seems to be enriched a lot.
An outing, a song
After a simple spring rain, my mother and I decided to go for an outing. Originally, I was going to Ai Shan by bus, but my mother and I decided to get off midway and experience the feeling of walking on a country road. We carried a lot of food on our backs, and as soon as we walked up, the bulging bag in our hands was particularly heavy. I didn't think it was difficult at first, but I gradually found it difficult along the way. The footsteps began to be heavy and crooked, and people seemed to lose their balance. Look at my mother, she is a weak woman with little strength, and because she is old, her sweat keeps rolling down. Breathing is also constantly falling together, rapid and chaotic. Silently "struggling" to move forward, I feel very heavy, and the fun of the original outing suddenly vanished.
I quickly grabbed my mother's bag and let her have a rest. Mom couldn't bear to make me recite too much, so she insisted on doing it herself. I shook my head indifferently: "No, man, I have great strength!" " "Mom smiled and said," that can't be done. You are still a child. I don't want to tire you! ""I had a brainwave: "Mom, I'll sing you a song! Singing and singing, relax your muscles and bones to have strength! "Melodious songs echoed in the mountain path, echoed in the heart valley, conveying one family after another. Song flying, as if a touch of Chun Lv, dizzy in a refreshing moment. Along the way, the big bags were spinning in my mother's hands and mine, but I didn't feel too heavy. A comfortable smile blooms on our faces and becomes a force to resist fatigue.
A kind of care, a kind of love
The lights are on, and the night at ten o'clock in the evening is cold, lonely and beautiful. Facing this night, I came home from school. The home is quiet, revealing the unique silence at night. You don't need to listen to the detailed snoring. This is sweet sleepiness from your parents' bedroom. I looked at my parents' bedroom and thought that tonight would be another good dream. However, at this glance, I saw that the bedroom door was not closed properly, leaving a thin seam. The cold is eroding their dreams through cracks. Suddenly feel a little cold. I thought it was late at night, and the warm air during the day also cooled down. Parents are old, and their bones are not as resistant to tossing as they were when they were young, causing colds for three days and five days. So, I walked to their bedroom door gently and twisted the door nose carefully, for fear of making a noise to wake their dreams. Close the door slowly on tiptoe, breathing evenly and gently, blending with the night.
I quietly returned to my room and smiled with relief. Although this concern is small, it is practical and reassuring. This is a simple family, simple love, simple affection.
A little love for all my hearts.
Ordinary families have ordinary happiness, and simple affection breeds simple filial piety. This is not a vigorous slogan, let alone an armchair strategist. Filial piety and love are inseparable. Every more filial piety now, less regret for the future.
At this flower-like age, our filial piety is just the most wonderful and pure, without any material fetters and worries, not to mention fame and fortune. Love is the only reason. Many people lose their loved ones when they grow up. In the tragic cry of tears, they know the sadness that "children have to raise but they are not with their loved ones", but they forget how they don't cherish the opportunity of filial piety again and again and let it pass by.
The best filial piety should be practiced at the best age. The warmth of family is hidden between the lines of the present time.
My Thanksgiving Story 5 Thanksgiving Parents. I thank my parents for their gentle and powerful persuasion and their confident eyes, such as a true story in the book: a mother with terminal cancer could have spoiled her little daughter! But when she learned that she was ill, she returned home with a heavy heart. She thought about it all night. In her remaining days, the doting on her little daughter turned into endless strictness and harshness. When she died, her little daughter didn't leave a tear, but her mother left a letter. When her little daughter knew why she was severely disciplined by her mother these days, she cried and ran to her mother's grave ... how great her mother was and how much she loved her. Thanks to parents!
Thanks for life. Life has brought happiness and happiness to each of us. The children of the rich live in luxury. They can study and study in very good schools, and they can enter the society earlier. Although children from poor families sometimes don't have enough to eat and wear, food, clothing, housing and transportation are not necessarily good, but they can grow up in a difficult environment, which will make them urge themselves to work hard! Work hard! Try harder! My family is not a wealthy family. I can't buy some fun toys and beautiful clothes, but I have love, which is given to me by my parents and grandparents. This is my happiness. Thanks for life!
Appreciate the teacher. It was the teacher who made me understand the truth of being a man. In the book, a teacher died for a child who fell into the water. I believe every teacher in our school will do the same. Teacher, you taught me to be strong in the face of bullying. You taught me how to face the obstacles in my study and drive them away one by one. Your stern eyes urged me to improve my language study. Thank you.
My Thanksgiving Story 6 Gratitude is a virtue and a habit that everyone should have. Motherly love deserves gratitude. A mother's love is like a pair of hands, which let you play between her slender fingers. Motherly love is like an umbrella, willing to shelter you from the wind and rain; Motherly love is like a pair of wings, which take you flying. You can even sacrifice your own life for you. Motherly love is selfless and great. Grateful for maternal love is what children should do.
I remember the night before Mother's Day last year, I secretly put an envelope under my mother's pillow. I thought to myself, I hope I can't find it tonight, otherwise there will be no surprises tomorrow. But then I thought: I don't know, I don't know, let alone tonight, I may not find it tomorrow night! The next morning, the first thing I did after I got up was to celebrate the annual Mother's Day for my mother. I sneaked into my mother's room and shouted, "Happy Mother's Day to my mother!" " "This phone call not only noisy my mom, but also scared my dad. I said mysteriously to my mother, "guess what's under your pillow?" "I saw my mother carefully pull out a white envelope from under the pillow and couldn't wait to tear it open. A few lines on the back of a greeting card and envelope immediately attracted my parents. The father said jealously, "son, how could you do this?" "Don't forget to make it for me on Father's Day!" ……
Mother's Day has passed in a blink of an eye, but the day of thanking my mother is far from over. In the future, now and in the future, I must be a grateful and filial boy!
My Thanksgiving Story 7 Mom and Dad, you gave birth to me and raised me; You taught me how to be a man; You taught me to be grateful ... I want to thank you so much that I can't repay you even for a lifetime.
I remember when I was a child, I was very playful. When the weather is cold, I go to play with water, and I have a cold and a fever. In the middle of the night, I had a terrible fever. After you found out, my father went to the hospital to register me for a doctor, and my mother kept comforting me while looking for antipyretic drugs for me. I asked, "Mom, I feel terrible. Do you think I will get seriously ill? " My mother heard what I said, stopped what she was doing, touched my head lovingly and said, "Silly child, how can you be seriously ill?" It's just a fever I believe mom, you will be fine. Forget it. "I nodded gently.
At this time, my father hurried back. He didn't even drink a mouthful of water. He hurriedly said to his mother, "Get some clothes quickly. We'll take Li Juan to the hospital now." "Oh, ok, ok, I'll get it now." Just finished, my mother immediately took out some thick coats from the closet, and my father immediately picked me up from the bed and hurried to the hospital. I felt much better after the injection, so I slept soundly. My parents were afraid that I would have a high fever again in the middle of the night and didn't dare to sleep all night. They touch my head from time to time and take my temperature. It wasn't until the next morning that my father made sure that I wouldn't have a fever again and talked to my mother before going out to work. ...
Parents' love is like sunshine, which makes people feel warm; My parents' love is like a breeze, blowing away the sadness in my heart; Parents' love is like a clear spring, which is gathered into one sentence: Mom and Dad, you have worked hard!
My Thanksgiving Story 8 Motherly love is perhaps the greatest thing in the world. She is selfless. She, with her silent dedication, nurtured us and taught us the truth of being a man. So, what does Mother's Day mean?
It represents the gratitude of countless children to their mothers. On the second Sunday of May every year, the mother, as a special person, will be grateful to the children. Perhaps it is a very small thing, a happy mother's day, a small gift to pat the mother on the back, all of which contain children's love for their mother. On this Mother's Day, I also want to give my mother a surprise.
I used to weave a small bracelet and fold a paper crane on Mother's Day, but this year, I intend to repay it with practical actions. Get up in the morning and start preparing, thoroughly clean the house, wipe the table, sweep the floor and tidy up. After a while, the house became neat and clean; I took out my little blackboard and drew and wrote on it. Why should I write on it? Because my blackboard writing is really not so good, but after several months of practice, my blackboard writing has made obvious progress, so I want my mother to see my progress.
My mother came back at night and couldn't help laughing when she saw the hygiene at home. Then, I gave her a full-body massage to relieve her fatigue and wash her feet. Mother enjoyed all this and sighed, "My daughter has grown up and knows how to be filial to her mother." I feel very sad in my heart. Yes, my mother began to do these things when we were young and took care of us carefully until we grew up. Don't worry, in the future, I will always do these things and always honor you. No matter how old you are when you grow up, I will do my duty. It's my turn to protect you! "
Mother's Day, a special day, she will always remember, forever. ...
My Thanksgiving Story 9 The person I want to thank is my lovely mother. Mom has done too much for this family. She devoted all her energy to this family and me.
Motherly love can't even compare with the vast Yangtze River. Sometimes, I even feel that everything my mother does for me is what she should do. I didn't realize that I was wrong until now. Why did mom treat me like this with all her heart? That's because she loves me. She loves me. My mother always tells me to learn to repay my kindness. Whenever this happens, I want to tell my mother and thank you. But I can't say it, because I have no courage and no firm will.
Every morning, my mother will give me a cup of milk to drink before I go to school, but I always ignore my mother's concern. I want to say "I'm sorry" to my mother, but I can't open my mouth when I see her kind smile and caring eyes. In order to express my apologies and gratitude to my mother, I decided to do a small thing to thank my mother.
In the evening, I prepared warm water to soak my feet for my mother. I sat her down and said to her, "Mom, my daughter will soak your feet. Please sit down. " I don't know how brave it takes to say this, but I'm glad I did. In the process of soaking feet, I suddenly found that my feet, which had been running for this family all day, were swollen like buns. I cried, crying very sadly. My mother quickly asked me what was wrong. I cried and said to my mother, "I'm sorry, mom, I shouldn't ignore your love." My mother smiled and said to me, "son, I am the mother who gave birth to you and raised you." Who will love you if your mother doesn't love you? " Apart from what I did today, my mother was very pleased. "
Although my mother said so, I was still ashamed. I feel that I haven't done enough. This little thing can't compare with my mother's love for me. I feel that my mother's love is bigger than the sun, and nothing can compare with her smile and eyes.
I want to be grateful to my mother, not only because she is my mother, but also because she is my first teacher, who gave me a kind truth; I want to thank my mother, because I love her; I want to thank my mother, because my mother's love needs me to cherish!
Ah! Mom, my great mother, I want to cherish the maternal love you gave me and let me feel how precious the family ties in the world are.
My Thanksgiving Story 10 Motherly love is a strong umbrella for you; Motherly love is a thick cotton-padded coat, which protects you from the cold; Motherly love is a soft bed. When you are tired, you will forget your fatigue. Motherly love is a dry towel. When you cry, you wipe the tears from your eyes. Motherly love is a sweet iced tea. When you smile, it makes you sweet from your mouth to your heart.
Mom is a simple and great title. She embodies a great woman's infinite love for her children.
After this monthly exam, when all the scores of seven subjects were distributed, I had the idea of giving up studying, because the previous exams were all summaries, and I entered the exam for the first time 100. My mother initially set me in the top 50, and I found that the goal was getting farther and farther away from me, so I couldn't see its shadow, so I gave up on myself. Suddenly one day my mother asked me confidently, "Can I do well in the mid-term exam?" I replied coldly: "No chance, just don't regress." My mother asked me in surprise, "Why?" I reluctantly told my mother the reason why I didn't want to study, but my mother said disapprovingly, "Didn't you fail in the exam several times?" Didn't you enter Xinhua Middle School in the top 70 of the department? What does this mean? This shows that you are not incompetent, but you have not worked hard or studied in the wrong way. "So my mother took my paper and asked the teacher with me. Finally, two major problems are summarized: one is inefficiency, and the other is incorrect learning methods. My mother said to me, "Ow! Isn't that why? The most important thing now is to prescribe the right medicine. "Now my mother sits next to me every night to time me. Now my efficiency is not high, but I have made great progress compared with before. At the same time, my mother also told me some good learning methods for my reference and found the most efficient learning method that suits me. I'm going all out to prepare for the mid-term exam now. Work hard towards the top 50, because I firmly believe that people with lofty ideals stand firm. People who have no ambition are always determined. This goal may not be achieved at once, but I won't give up. Because my mother is my most solid backing and my last line of defense. But wrinkles crept up my mother's face. I hate these wrinkles and hope to smooth them for my mother.
Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm as spring even in the cold winter. Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings clear even if they are covered with the dust of years.
Section 1 Work Summary Report 1
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