Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened its growth; Grass is grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it greener; Plants appreciate sunshine because it makes them full of vitality. On the other hand, I am very grateful to my father because he taught me to be a man.

Mother often said: "Father's love is hard to express, and it comes once in a blue moon;" Motherly love is "not uncommon". "But I don't think so-from when I was a baby to when I graduated from primary school, how much effort and sweat my father spent and how many days and nights he knitted. ...

My father silently dedicated light and heat, burning himself, illuminating me, illuminating my heart, and illuminating the difficulties in the road I will go through in my life. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." Is the father's contribution a "drop of water"? How can it be exaggerated to say that my father's contribution is Wang Yang? And have I ever felt his fatigue? Have you noticed my father's silver silk and wrinkles? As a son, I only know that my mouth is full of food and my clothes are propped up.

I remember once, the baby in the sky, the cloud, cried sadly, watered the flowers and trees with tears and got wet by people playing in the street ... I thought at first: Ah! How can I go back in such a heavy rain? I just walked out of school by bike when a figure appeared in front of me-it was him, my father. He said kindly, "handsome boy, get off the umbrella quickly, and don't catch cold!" " "In a flash, a warm current spread all over my body. ...

I will never forget this matter! It taught me to be grateful. Father, whenever he comes home, I really want to pour him a cup of hot tea and say kindly, "Father, you have worked hard!" " "However, too many psychological struggles made me almost. Today, I still want to find a way to say this to him! Father, I am very grateful for his infinite care and education over the years. Father, I love him deeply! Father! Father! Dear father ...

In the future, I will turn gratitude into a driving force for learning, study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, and make contributions to the motherland when I grow up! Reward my father's Wang Yang sea with brilliant honor and say to him loudly: "Father, I love you!" " "Is a father's love difficult to express, once in a blue moon?

The second article: Thanksgiving father.

My father has no prominent position and outstanding achievements. Although he is just an ordinary computer engineer, he is the person I respect most.

My father is of medium height, with a square face, a high nose, a little wrinkle in the corner of his eyes, and a few white hairs in his shiny black hair. However, my father takes care of his family, especially me, probably because I am the youngest in this family.

In my study, my father often tutored me, checked my math homework and taught me a lot of knowledge I didn't understand.

In life, my father cares about me very much. He always reminds me of anything delicious and often urges me to do some simple housework. For example, cooking, collecting bowls and washing socks can cultivate my independent ability. Dad often takes me to the suburbs to play in his spare time to cultivate my willpower. For example, one day, although it was summer, it was very cold. I really want to go swimming. Father didn't allow me to go, saying it was because I was too cold. Let's climb the mantis mountain as a family. Reluctantly, I went anyway. My father set a goal for me, and the destination was halfway up Mantis Mountain. Because I can't bear it, I drag my feet and deliberately avoid my parents. Finally, my father got angry and told me a lot of truth. The main idea is that if you set a goal, you must accomplish it. If you can't even accomplish a small goal, what can you do in the future? I understand what my father said. After hard work, I finally reached the finish line. Father smiled and praised me for my perseverance! In fact, this small success cannot be separated from his father's encouragement.

Thank you! Dad.

Chapter three: Thanksgiving to my father.

Dear dad, you have worked hard! Before, I was always afraid to talk to you directly. Every time I have an idea, I'm always afraid to tell you. Because your expression is always serious. Today I want to take this opportunity to tell you some whispers.

Dad, every weekend, my time is always tightly arranged by you. There is an Olympiad composition class in the morning and a Cambridge English class in the afternoon. I hope I can control my time by myself, and I am eager to know friends and society.

Besides, dad, do you remember the time when I was sick? I swam many times at that time, so there was something wrong with my sublingual gland. The doctor said that surgery was needed to cure it.

After the operation, you worked day and night for me. When I am hungry, you always bring me food from home. When I sleep, you are always by my side, afraid of my accident; When I cry, you always comfort me and encourage me with your uncle; You always look at me silently when I eat. But I didn't know you took time out of your busy schedule to see me! You even gave up a lot of business for me! As for me, I didn't actively cooperate with you during the exam, which worried you. Here, my son apologizes to you

Grateful heart, thank your father. Dad, I didn't get into the top ten in this midterm. You love me so much: I want to eat, you make it for me; What stationery do you want? You can buy it from me. If you can buy anything I want, you will definitely buy it for me.

Everything in this world can be paid off except inheriting the wind.

Chapter four: Thanksgiving to my father.

Everyone has someone to be grateful for. Some people appreciate the teacher's education; Some are grateful to their parents and thank them for their parenting; Some people appreciate their friends' friendship. And the person I want to thank is the person who has been silently supporting and encouraging me-my dear father.

Whenever I encounter difficulties and want to give up, my father always encourages me: believe in yourself, son, you can do it.

I remember once, my father took me home on an electric bike. Suddenly I want to learn to ride an electric bike, but I dare not ride it. My father seemed to read my mind and asked me, "Do you want to ride an electric bike while stretching?" I said, "I want to, but I dare not ride." Dad asked curiously, "Why?" I said, "Last time I secretly learned to ride an electric car, I ran into a tree because I didn't control the handlebars. Fortunately, there was nothing serious, so I didn't dare to ride an electric car again. " Dad said, "This won't do. You should learn to believe in yourself. There is a famous saying, "Is failure the mother of success?" Without failure, there is no success! This time, with me behind me, I'm sure I'll be fine. Don't worry. "After listening to my father, I am full of confidence. I got on the tram. At first, my father stood behind me and taught me skills carefully. After I got used to it, my father asked me to go home by bike ... from this incident, I understood: I should have confidence in doing things and believe that I can do it.

If I were a grass, my father's encouragement would be the rain and dew in spring. If I am a seedling, then my father's encouragement is to nourish my soil; If I were a butterfly, my father's encouragement would be flying wings!

My growth is inseparable from my father's care and help, and I will always be grateful to my father.

Chapter five: Thanksgiving to my father.

Gratitude is a traditional virtue of China people, and everyone should learn to be grateful. Everyone should have people to thank, such as father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, teacher and so on.

I want to thank my father for a simple reason: I am a single-parent family and my family is poor, so my mother abandoned us when I was nine and my brother was six. Who provides us with school education? Who is the worker who gets up early for us? It's my father.

My father is very kind. Although there are several brothers and sisters, the burden of taking care of the bedridden grandmother falls on my father, but my father never complains. Dad is such a hard worker. How can I not admire him from the bottom of my heart?

Nevertheless, my father tried to satisfy us, for fear that there was something he couldn't satisfy me. I remember once, when I saw all the children in the village playing with Barbie dolls, I cried and clamored to buy them. That time, my father hit me for the first time. I cried and shouted to my father, "I hate you." I don't want anything from you anymore! " "

At night, I heard my father sobbing. I realized that I had done something wrong, and I shouldn't have said anything to hurt my father.

Now I am grown up, sensible and mature. I know it's not easy for my father for so many years. Whenever I see my father with a little more white hair and wrinkles, I secretly swear in my heart that I must study hard and repay him when I grow up.

Now I want to say to my father, "Dad, now that I am grown up, I can take care of myself and help you take care of your brother." You should have a rest. " Dad, I regret all the actions and words that I have done to hurt you before. I sincerely say here: Dad, I was wrong. "

Dad, I will live up to your expectations, study hard and grow up to be a useful person to society.

Chapter six: Thanksgiving to my father.

Every night, when I sit quietly in the moonlight or at my computer desk, I will think of you, my father. I want to tell you that you are the person who has the deepest influence on me. Although you live in the countryside, you are a well-dressed person. You are always clean, often changing clothes and trimming. ...

As far as I can remember, due to historical reasons, grandpa left his hometown at the age of 37 and returned to his hometown at the age of 64. Since 15, you have provoked all the responsibilities of the family and become the pillar of the family. Thanks to your gratitude, wit, cleverness, diligence, versatility and affability to your father's 500-word composition, the whole family survived that special era.

In my memory, our crops are always better than others, our food is always more than others, and our family is never short of money; And I feel that you know everything about playing the piano, playing the piano and singing, and you know everything about playing chess, calligraphy and painting. People often come to your house to ask you questions.

I remember, when I was in the third grade of primary school, you taught me how to write a package for my ancestors, how to hold a pen, how to write, such as clicking, horizontally, vertically, skimming, pressing, how to write, how to raise and close a pen, how to echo left and right, how to control the size of words, and so on. At the same time, you taught me basic skills and how to express myself on paper.

Father, because of your influence on me, I gradually fell in love with calligraphy when I was growing up, and even fell in love with many famous calligraphy works, especially Zhao Mengfu's, and I really couldn't put it down. Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy is vigorous and dignified, or elegant and dissolute. ...

For many years, I haven't made any achievements in calligraphy, but when I write, I can write at will without choosing the quality, size and writing position of the pen, and I feel good about myself.

Father, there is one more thing I want to tell you, because no matter what you are doing, you always sing poems, songs or folk songs such as "Guan Guan's dove is graceful and restrained in Jiangzhou" or "Lotus Music". Because of the subtle influence of your old man, for decades, no matter when and where, as long as there is no other person's position, even if I am doing something, I will hum something like "the cost of pure wine is a golden cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and a jade dish is worth thousands of dollars". I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry, and it's going to snow in Taihang Mountain. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea. "There are many famous sentences, such as" the shadows are shallow and the fragrance floats at dusk. "After a long time, I not only like famous poems and songs, but also occasionally draw one or two strokes and throw them online to entertain myself!

Father, thank you! I love you too! You taught me how to live and how to live.

Chapter 7: Gratitude for Father's Love

Each of us should learn to be grateful. Our parents raised us and made us cry from scratch. Now we have grown into junior high school students. How much effort and sweat they have paid for us! What I want to write this time is to thank my father. My father is a farmer. He is so ordinary that he can't recognize him when he walks into the crowd. My father made me feel his love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless, profound and delicate. I can't help but get excited every time I think about it. That was when I was admitted to middle school. My father sent me to school, although the road was not far, but my father insisted on sending me, so I had to agree. On the way, it was sunny and hot! I looked at my father: his face was purple, his eyes were bloodshot, his straw hat had been taken off, and his sparse hair clung to his scalp.

"Juaner, have a rest," my father said, and took out two eggs from his pocket. Dad, please eat. I pushed over. Dad has ... this is ... I took the egg and found a shady place. My father squatted down not far from me, and his bearded chin moved with his mouth. I looked intently. What do I see? Soybean, I can't help shouting out. This ... delicious ... delicious ... "Father vaguely concealed. Ah! Father, you have to work hard every day, take care of your sick mother, watch your neighbors get rich, and make us eat and wear well for our brother and sister to go to school.

My heart is too dry to speak. The school is here. I said, "Go back." Hey, Juaner, study hard! "Use this 30 yuan first, and dad will come back in a few days. Hmm! My father said, taking some crumpled bills from his pocket and stuffing them into my hand. Ah! Hands, father's hands! What good hands! Ivy-like blood vessels, withered fingers. Careless, I never found my father so thin that he hurt! My eyes immediately felt something being rubbed in ... ah! Father, your words are few and there is no profound truth, but your love for me is so boundless, so deep and delicate. Father, don't worry! Your heart, I understand.