In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words, 10 gratitude composition.

1. In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

Grass is grateful to the soil, because the soil gives it life; Flowers thank the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moisten it before it blooms; The tree thanks the sun, because the sun shines on it to grow. Flowers are grateful to the grass, because the grass sets off its beauty, and the grass is grateful to the tree, because the tree protects it from the wind and rain. However, they are all grateful to the soil, because the soil has nurtured them. Has anyone noticed the dirt? It is not as delicate as grass, as gorgeous as flowers, as green as trees and as golden as autumn harvest. But without it, where the grass will be delicate, where the flowers will be gorgeous, where the trees will be green, and where the autumn harvest will be golden everywhere?

The greatest and strongest love in the world is the love of parents, and the warmest affection in the world is that blood is thicker than water. Maybe friendship will deteriorate, but family ties will last forever and the world will remain unchanged. Parents are like dirt, and we are like grass, flowers and trees.

Grateful to our parents, they worked hard for our food, clothing, housing and transportation, and exhausted themselves. They talked about our Kan Kan and encouraged us everywhere. Even though they only got a cold response, they have dedicated all their youth to us and cared about our growth. We are in our prime, but they are old.

Meng Jiao's "Only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays." It is the child's gratitude to his parents. Affection is really a word that people can't give up. Facing it, people always have the warmest association, which brings you visit and care when you are sick and encouragement and support when you are frustrated. ...

Family is the most beautiful flower in the world. Affection is the gentlest wind in the world. Affection is a seed planted in the garden of love, so that everyone can feel care and care. No matter how far we go or how high we fly, our parents' eyes will always be behind us, and we will always be the most concerned children in their hearts. This love is more fragrant than flowers and sweeter than candy, and it is the most precious thing in the world.

Grateful heart, thank you ...

In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

After Thanksgiving dinner, some families often play some traditional games. On the first Thanksgiving, people had many recreational activities, such as dancing and competitions, some of which have been passed down to this day. There is a game called Cranberry Contest, in which a large bowl filled with cranberries is placed on the ground, and 4- 10 contestants sit together and each person gives out a needle and thread. At the beginning of the game, they threaded the needle first, then strung the cranberries one by one, and it took 3 minutes to arrive; Whoever pulls the longest rope will win the prize. As for the man who strung the string the slowest, everyone jokingly gave him a worst prize. There is also an old corn game. It is said that this is handed down to commemorate the issue of five corn to each immigrant in the case of food shortage. During the game. People hid five corn in the house, and everyone looked for it separately. Five people who found corn took part in the competition, while others watched. At the beginning of the competition, five people quickly peeled corn kernels in a bowl, and whoever peeled them first won the prize. Then people who didn't take part in the competition guessed around the bowl how many corn kernels there were, and the prize with the closest number was a big bag of popcorn.

People's favorite game is pumpkin race. Participants push pumpkins with small spoons. The rule is never to touch the pumpkin with your hands. The first person to reach the finish line wins the prize. The smaller the spoon used in the game, the more interesting the game is.

In addition to these activities, some families drive to the countryside for an outing or travel by plane during the festival, especially Plymouth Port, where immigrants settled in the past, is a place that tourists yearn for. There, you can see ships and Plymouth stones copied from may flower, and you can spend hours visiting immigrant villages. The immigrant village was built in imitation of that year. During the visit, there are also special personnel dressed as Christians to chat with tourists, giving people an immersive feeling.

In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

The so-called "a drop of water is rewarded with a spring", I believe everyone is familiar with it? Parents have paid so much for us, and youth, time and money have been spent on you. Have you ever thanked them? See the sea from a drop of water, see my parents' love from a needle and a thread, see my parents' tired wrinkles from a ray of sunshine ... I remember I was grateful to you when I learned to ride a bike, and I have been grateful to you ever since. ...

It was a sunny Sunday, just as I was enjoying the fun of my childhood, my father said to me, "Son, you are no longer young, it's time to learn to ride a bike by yourself." ""why do you want to learn? " "I asked in confusion? "Don't you want to play by bike?" Think "! I answered firmly.

When I first started learning, my heart was full of fear. I told my father not to let go easily. Father didn't answer and was silent. Gradually, I became a little skilled. Just as I was elated, my father let go of my hand. I was in a hurry and staggered like a snake. Bang, I immediately fell to my knees with bright red blood. When I made up my mind to back down, my father said seriously, "No, start over!" " "At that time, I was hostile to you. So I dried my tears, picked up my bike and rode quickly. Success, I looked down at my father, but I didn't get positive praise, just got a smile from my father. ...

In fact, my father will cry silently when he sees me fall. The reason why he didn't help me up right away was to let me know that being a man is like learning to ride a bike. "I have to stand up when I fall" is to make me stronger.

Students, your parents' care is strictly shut out, but the key is in your hand. If you still have love in your heart, you should open the door, hug your parents and repay them well!

In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

On the morning of February 1 day, in the composition class. Teacher Lei assigned us a strange task "Operation Egg Protection". Teacher Lei said, "Students, today I will assign you a task. Please bring an egg next class. Let's protect it and do our mother's duty. " "What?" With the laughter of a classmate, there was a lot of discussion in the classroom. Some say, does Mr. Lei want to fry eggs, others say, does Mr. Lei want to hatch chickens with eggs? The students said it was funny. "Quiet" Teacher Lei said tirelessly: I asked you to bring eggs to let you know your mother's care and hard work! "

I nodded puzzled. Come home from school, come home and take out a small egg from the refrigerator. This is the first time I have observed eggs so carefully. I ate boiled eggs, fried eggs, omelets and poached eggs ... can I protect this cold egg? Like a naughty child, this egg turned around in my hand. I thought I must protect this egg, so I made an exquisite "sleeping bag" for this egg, put it on my bedside and fell asleep with me.

The next morning, the starlight faded slowly, and the fiery red sun lifted its veil, showing a wonderful and brand-new world in the sun. I looked at the eggs around me. They were intact. I carefully took them to the composition class.

When I got to school, I came a little early. I put my eggs in my schoolbag and went out to play with my classmates.

In class, I didn't know that my classmate knocked my schoolbag off the ground, and the egg broke and the egg liquid flowed all over the floor. ...

In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

Everyone should learn to be grateful, grateful to their parents, grateful to their teachers, grateful to their classmates … grateful to everyone who helped them. Birds thank the blue sky, because the blue sky can make it fly freely, plants thank the earth, because the earth can make it take root, and I want to thank my grandfather for his help and happiness. Every day before dawn, grandpa gets up and cooks for me; Every day after school, grandpa comes to pick me up. When I was trapped by a difficult problem, my grandfather encouraged me and I solved it. Every time there are unpleasant things at home, I will tell my grandfather, because he will help me solve the unpleasant bumps ... Since I was born, how much effort and sweat my grandfather has paid for me, even if it is three days and three nights! Grandpa is like a bright light at night, accompanying me through one long night after another, so that I am no longer afraid and lonely at night ... With you by my side, no matter how many hardships and frustrations I have experienced, I am not afraid and brave!

But I didn't understand before and talked back to my grandfather. I feel guilty when I think about it now. I can't do that from now on, or I'll be an ungrateful person. Besides, I decided to help my grandfather do something to bring him happiness.

Grandpa, you are the guide in my life, and I will spend a spring, summer, autumn and winter with you. I feel very happy walking on these roads with you! Grandpa, I will repay you with warmth after warmth, so that you will not be lonely when you are old and spend every day in happiness!

Grandpa, thank you for accompanying me on the road of my growth, and accompanying me to cross one difficult door after another. Grandpa, I will never forget your kindness to me!

6. In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

After reading the book "New Filial Piety in Wenling (II)", I once again remembered: "Grateful heart, thank you ..." That familiar song can not help but remind me of everything when I was a child. The corners of the mouth can't help but raise a perfect arc. This song contains many memories of my grandparents and me, one of which is still fresh in my memory. At that time, I learned to be grateful. It's late at night, and everything in the dark is so quiet. In my sleep, I woke up from my sleep and opened my hazy eyes. I suddenly feel very hot and my throat is dry and sore. At this time, I have to think of a symptom-fever. "Grandma, grandma, wake up, I seem to have a fever." I shook my sleeping elder with my hand. After listening to my words, in a daze, grandma sat up from the bed and touched my forehead with her hand and said, "Oh dear! It's really hot. It must be a fever. " Said, immediately wake up one side of the grandpa, think of, that day, thunder and lightning, storm, in this harsh environment, two close relatives. The old man insisted on rushing to the hospital in the rain.

Later, it was after three o'clock in the morning when I had an intravenous drip. My grandparents' worries and anxieties deeply touched my heart. The ice in the corner of my heart is gradually melting, and my parents are not as good as these two lovely old people! For an instant, I felt a warm current flowing through my face, and I cried, because I was always cold to everything. I secretly wiped my tears with my hands and secretly made up my mind that I must repay my parents for their parenting.

So, after this incident, I began to help my grandparents do what I could: help my grandmother wash dishes and brush chopsticks, give my grandfather a back rub when I was free, and pour them a cup of warm water when I was tired ... At that time, my grandfather smiled, my grandmother smiled, and I also smiled. At that time, I really realized this feeling, which is the expectation of the elderly; This feeling is the feeling of home.

"Grateful heart, grateful fate, I will cherish it when flowers bloom and fall ..." From my memory, the two old people around me always have kind smiles on their wrinkled faces. As a young girl, I am gradually becoming mature and confident. Thought of here, I can't help some excitement and expectation. Come on, wind! Come on, rain! Come on, thunder and lightning! No matter how many twists and turns and hardships there are in the future, I will grit my teeth and go on strongly! Live a new self! Break into your new world! To repay the old man for his dripping!

7. In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

When you are a toddler, it is your parents who hold you; When your life is rough, it is your parents who help you through it; When you are under great pressure to study, your parents gave you a cup of hot tea. Your parents have done so much for you. Shouldn't we learn to be grateful? One sentence ruined Xiao Qingxin's mother. Why didn't you call me earlier? I should be late. I complained. Ok, hurry up, I'll wait for you downstairs. Mom said that she walked out the door. I brushed my teeth slowly, scraped a few mouthfuls, got dressed and hurried downstairs. Mom is already waiting downstairs. The north wind is blowing, and I am shivering with cold. Mother took off her coat and put it on for me. I complain endlessly: why didn't you call me earlier? I am late, but I will be criticized. Mom drives faster. The cold wind whizzed past my ears, stabbing my ears like a knife. When I got to school, I was really late. I rushed to the classroom. My mother looked at my back and shouted, don't run, be careful! I was out of breath when I got to the classroom. In this way, after a morning.

Mom! It was quiet when I got home. Dad came out: shh! Your mother wore too little in the morning and caught a cold. She is resting now. Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard this. Because I didn't catch a cold, my mother made herself suffer. All for me, because of love! I ran to my mother's bedside and said sorry softly and guiltily. From then on, I learned to do housework, honor my parents and be grateful.

Parents gave us care, shouldn't we learn to be grateful? Parents love us, and we should also learn to love and understand our parents!

It was that experience that made me understand my parents' love and learn to be grateful to my parents. We should care more and complain less; Be more grateful and less dissatisfied. Let's repay our parents' kindness with a sincere and grateful heart.

8. In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

Pearl remembered the kindness of the clam and gave it a perfect return; The butterfly remembers the kindness of the pupa and rewards it with a light dance; Huadu remembers the kindness of the earth and reports to it that flowers bloom every season ... Heaven and earth are dedicated to all life, parents are dedicated to raising children, and strangers are dedicated to your kind help and warm smile. Everything in this world is quietly teaching us-learn to be grateful, know how to be grateful, and always be grateful.

The benefactor often asks for nothing in return, because the benefactor's heart is kind and broad, and he wants nothing. They don't need the glory of your pupa to repay their contribution, because the real contribution is higher than kindness, and there is no endless care for the elderly from your parents, but the crow's feedback is your heartfelt reward; No teacher inculcates you for your future return, but success is your gift to the teacher; Those who pay have no regrets, and those who accept cannot be indifferent! Xiao Li, who donated hope primary school, may not expect anything in return, but I believe that the small but heavy ten yuan will certainly bring comfort and touch to the withered heart lying in the hospital bed like spring breeze. ...

Accept a drop of water when necessary, and I will repay your kindness with spring water. Since the beginning of time, the virtue of gratitude has cultivated every inch of everyone's heart. Our ancestors did well. "In a remote village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country." Never forget the kindness of the motherland; "Why linger at the fork in the road, children * * * stained with towels." When you meet someone, don't forget his kindness; "She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home." Don't forget your parents' nurturing feelings! Time and space flow, and the sun is still shining. However, less and less rain and dew were exchanged, so the "grateful" earth slowly cracked-the phrase "I'm ashamed" came to Cong Fei's heart, which also made many once-fiery efforts to bury the hatchet.

"Thanksgiving" was called understanding yesterday; Today's "gratitude" is called reward; Tomorrow's Thanksgiving Day is called inheritance. The cold eyes are already cold, and only the warmth of gratitude can rekindle the flame, and the kindness is not reported, but every benefactor hopes that this love can be passed down and endless, and true love calls for gratitude! Just like Grandma Bing Xin said, we spread the seeds of love on both sides of life, sow them at any time, blossom at any time, and decorate this long distance like words. ...

Let's be grateful for kindness and love.

9. In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

A truly grateful person will be welcomed, but it is difficult to be a grateful person. A long time ago, I was a very ignorant child. Let my mother stare at my homework and tidy up my schoolbag every day. I crossed my legs and watched TV leisurely, but I didn't care about the busy figure.

School is about to start, and I am still immersed in my own world. I don't know where my exercise book has been thrown. My mother urged me again and again: "Finish your homework quickly and stop playing." ? I always use that sentence "wait a minute." This seems to be my magic weapon. In order to play the classic for one more minute, my mother yelled at me, "Did you hear that?" "oh! Why are you in such a hurry? " I shouted impatiently, and as a result, my mother said nothing. I continue to work hard. I saw my mother didn't say anything and picked up my mobile phone again.

In the first few days of school, I found myself soaked to the skin.

At that time, Mr. Nie somehow talked about the topic of gratitude when giving lectures. The teacher said, "A person who doesn't know the use of gratitude will only add more trouble." ? My nose suddenly soured, and complicated feelings welled up in my mind. I thought my parents would tell me and warn me when I didn't do my homework well, but I blamed them in turn. At that time, I clearly saw the expression on her face, which was a feeling of sadness and helplessness. I suddenly regretted it and thought, "Why did you talk back and make my parents sad?" I have been blaming myself and decided to thank them and repay them. Although I can't pay too much, I will try my best to finish it.

10. In the sixth grade, I learned 500 words of gratitude composition.

I don't have gorgeous clothes, profound knowledge and enviable family, but I think I live in an emotional world with ulterior motives and am very happy. Because of the existence of gratitude, my life blooms brilliantly. I want to thank Chun. Without the nourishment of spring rain, how can there be green vitality? Without the breeze of spring breeze, where can there be flowers? Without the selfless dedication of spring, how can autumn be fruitful? When I set foot on this green land, I will be grateful, so I will be willing to make friends with you.

I want to thank my parents. Parents are our dependence. When we are hurt, they will dry our tears for us. When we encounter difficulties, they will encourage us to forge ahead with their eyes. When we are worried about rainy days, they always hold an umbrella above our heads. I study hard, study hard. When I put my hard-won report card in front of my parents, I saw the most beautiful smiling face in the world, even though I haven't slept for several nights.

I want to thank the farmers, because they turn sweat into food, because of them, the garden is full of the fragrance of fruits, because of them, Yuan Ye is really full of green, because of them, the barren land is full of infinite vitality. If the world loses them, the result is unimaginable!

I want to thank my teacher, who is the candlelight that ignites our knowledge. When our knowledge was enriched, I found a trace of silver hair hidden in the teacher's thick black hair. Oh, that's the teacher's concern for us, all condensed on that little silver hair. When Teacher's Day came on September 10, I put a bunch of flowers in that beautiful vase and sent my best wishes.

Life is beautiful because of gratitude, which makes my life full of color.