I want to say thank you for your composition.

I want to say thank you. There is always a strange face in my mind. He always smiles like an angel. Yes, he once helped me. Actually, I really want to say thank you.

It was a crisp morning, with dew on the grass's face and birds chirping on the branches. I came to the bus station with a nervous and excited mood, waiting for the arrival of the bus.

I don't know when there is another person around me. I studied him carefully: black cloth shoes, white sweatpants, dirty coat and messy gray hair. I knew at a glance that he was a migrant worker. He leaned in carefully and asked me in a strong dialect, "Little girl, what time is it?" The good mood suddenly disappeared, and I looked back at him warily. You must be very upset, but you are kind enough to help me. Maybe you are a personal trafficker! Thinking of this, I avoided him like a plague. There is a helpless expression on his face.

A few minutes later, the bus came. I ran quickly to the car. I reached into my pocket. What? I don't have any money! I stood there at a loss. The people behind me kept pushing me and pushing me aside. At this time, a voice sounded behind him: "Who is not embarrassed! Let her go up and I'll pay. " My uncle paid the money, smiled at me and walked away. I went to the back with my face red and my head down. My opponent thought I was dismissive of him, so I bowed my head in shame.

In this strange society, there was such a stranger who helped me selflessly, and I didn't even say thank you to him. But I think I will help others like this uncle in the future.

I want to say "thank you" to you in one second, but I think these two words are unusual …

Sunlight lit up my cheeks through the glass. I opened my hazy eyes, had breakfast and went straight to the bus stop.

After waiting for a long time, the bus finally stopped beside the platform. I jumped hard, got on the bus and found a seat to sit down. Suddenly, an old man came over with a cane in one hand. Judging from his shiny gray hair, I know how many hardships he has gone through.

I thought: it's time to give up my seat. Because I gave up my seat for the first time, I felt a little funny. I stood up without saying anything, like a dumb robot. At this time, one of my young men wanted to come and sit down. I was unwilling and paid for it with my eyes closed. Young people have to stand by and become speechless. On the second attempt, I patted the old man's waist. The old man slowly sat down in his seat and said, "thank you!" " "I have a smile on my face. I am very proud in my heart, because I have done another good thing. The spring breeze brushed my cheek, and I happily ushered in my first Chinese class.

Because I was shy, I couldn't say "thank you" to him on the bus, because it is another kind of kindness to help others.

I want to say thank you. Composition 3 "Only a mother is good in the world ..." I sang this song when I was very young, but I don't like it very much. It's not that I feel sorry for my mother, but that the word "only" makes me feel uncomfortable. Is dad not good?

My father used to be an ordinary worker, but his company closed down because of the economic recession, so his father was fired and he became an unemployed man. He was unhappy all day. His mother comforted him and refused to listen. Grandpa helped him find a job, but he didn't listen. He kept a straight face. At that time, I was too young to understand my father. I just think he is fierce. Seeing that he was afraid, I gradually alienated my father and couldn't say ten words together every day. Until one day in the third grade of primary school, I changed my view of my father.

One day at noon, I slept in my room, but I couldn't sleep. I want to play ball on the top of the cupboard. I moved a chair and climbed quietly to the top of the cupboard. I accidentally fell down with a bang. Father looked for the sound and found me lying on the ground. He quickly picked me up and hurried to the hospital. I was lying in a hospital bed with thick gauze wrapped around my head. My father looked at me lovingly, not at all like that fierce father. Later, my father was called out by the doctor. A beautiful nurse sister came in. She said to me, "Your father is so kind to you. It took you to the hospital in such a heavy rain ..." Later, I forgot what she said, but I always remember this sentence.

Since then, my father and I have become much closer, and sometimes we are like friends. Here I want to say "Thank you, Dad." I want to sing a song for you, "It's good to have only a father in the world. Children with fathers are like treasures ..."

I want to say thank you. After the martial arts competition, I suddenly found that you have grown so big. You are no longer that timid, plain-looking girl who is mixed in the crowd. You become as bright, dazzling and brilliant as the sun. I want to say thank you.

Thank you for your responsibility and responsibility. At the moment when I was named as an instructor by the teacher, I knew your nervousness, your fear when you stood in the position of an instructor, and your unruly legs. You learn to be rational and see clearly the burden in front of you: all eyes are on you, and your movements must not be biased at all, let alone influenced by the external environment. Be yourself wholeheartedly, and show firmness and confidence in your eyes. You nodded, shouldered this burden without hesitation, and embarked on a journey that did not fear the wind and rain.

I appreciate your persistence. It's raining outside the window, the small rustle has been ringing, and the wind is blowing, beating the window with rain. At this time, we were already on the playground, our feet stepped on the muddy ground, and our trouser legs became black and dirty. Raindrops hit our glasses, and every breath is accompanied by white fog. Our hands are frozen stiff, but they are not bent at all. Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs in the misty rain, and every stomp stirred up layers of water and splashed everywhere. Punch fast, even if the cold wind gets into the cuff ... no matter how difficult it is, you won't be difficult.

Thank you for your calmness and seriousness. For the first time, standing on the court for the first time, I didn't feel nervous at all. The weather was cold and my clothes were thin, but I still stood straight, regardless of my hair flying and everything around me, and I took out the spirit of 120 to be my best self.

After the martial arts competition, I suddenly found that you have grown so big. I want to say to you, "Thank you."

I want to say thank you. The teacher is a long candle that illuminates every student. The teacher is a diligent gardener, caring for our young flowers carefully; Teachers are tireless books, teaching us endless knowledge. ...

I remember that I was just in the first grade and just started to contact composition. I can't use good words and sentences, and the sentences are blunt, just like bookkeeping. The composition order is even more messy like a ball of wool, and it is difficult to figure out how to manage it. Once, the teacher asked us to write a composition about scenery. I really couldn't write it, so I had to copy it at random. The next afternoon, the teacher came into the classroom with a serious face. The noisy classroom became quiet. The teacher said, "This exercise is so bad that some students are actually copying the composition." When the teacher said this, my heart was in my throat and I couldn't help thinking: Now the teacher is going to criticize me. "Please correct your mistakes. I won't call the roll this time. " Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, and my hanging heart finally fell down.

After class, the teacher asked me to go to her office alone. As soon as I entered, the teacher reasoned with me: "I can't copy the composition next time." You should read more books, accumulate good words and sentences, write your own true feelings, and carefully observe the things and environment around you. " Hearing this, I nodded thoughtfully.

Since then, my writing level has gradually improved. I know that I owe all this to my teacher, who took pains to tell me how and why. Teacher, I want to say to you. "

I want to say thank you for coming into contact with your book for the first time. There is a big question mark on the head: what is this? I read the book from left to right and looked through it carefully, but I still didn't understand what this square strange thing was.

Girl, what are you looking at? Mother saw what my little fat hand was fiddling with and leaned in to ask curiously. Mom, what is this? As soon as I saw my mother coming, my fleshy little hand picked up the book, jumped in front of my mother, stood on tiptoe and sent it to her. I opened my eyes curiously and asked.

Well, my mother patiently explained that this is called a book, and there are many things in it! What is a book? I still don't understand. The big question mark hasn't faded at all.

You will understand later. Mom gave me a mysterious smile in the blink of an eye, and I almost fainted. What kind of answer is that? However, my mother would never lie to me. Since she said so, I'll believe her once.

Sure enough, in my first grade, I came into contact with books again. This book is really great. A Chinese character in it is like a dragon swimming around a tiger. When you see a smile, you can't help smiling, and when you see a cry, you can't help crying. And when these wonderful words are combined together, they become a beautiful article. It's a shame to think of narcissism and unsociable before. ...

The moonlight has returned from the past to the present. I have been a primary school student in grade five, and I have accumulated a lot of Chinese characters and words, and I have won the first place in my class three times. I want to read more books and become a world-renowned painter.

Thank you, book! Thank you for letting me know the rich world and making me cheerful and gregarious. I want to thank you, book!

I want to say thank you, composition 7 teacher, hello! Does your voice still hurt recently? Did you take medicine for your throat?

Teacher, when I first met you, I remembered that you were handsome, but not strict. When you called my name for the first time, I felt uneasy and a little scared. I have been dating you for a long time, and you are so gentle and kind. It's just that some students in the class are too naughty and often make you angry. You always hit your face, but you never feel fierce. You always teach us so patiently and never lose your temper! Here, I sincerely say: "teacher, I'm sorry, please forgive me!" " "

Teacher, every time we pass by your office, we can always see that you are preparing lessons carefully. Your job is such a responsibility, and you care about your classmates as well. Whose classmate is a little uncomfortable and always covers his stomach. You feel sorry for us. You spend a lot of time. Whenever I see your tired figure, my mood will be very touched. You taught us to be human, and you taught us knowledge. Thank you very much, teacher.

Teacher, I am like a seedling. You have given me sunshine and rain, and I am like a boat in the ocean of knowledge. You showed me the direction of sailing, and made me brave the wind and waves!

Teacher, I really want to say "thank you!" " "

I want to say thank you. I want to say "thank you" to my deskmate. When I am afraid, you share my sadness, and when I am troubled, you bring me endless fun. ...

When I was 9 years old, I was going to take part in the Yancheng Piano Competition. Everyone pinned their hopes on me. I am very nervous and scared. I'm afraid I won't get the first prize. It's embarrassing. At this moment, your kind voice came from my ear. You encouraged me: "Come on, friend, I believe you can do it!" " This sentence is engraved in my heart. In the piano competition, I really won the first prize, and others cheered for me. Only you bless me with a sincere smile, "make further progress."

Sometimes, I always sit quietly alone; Sometimes I play happily with my friends. You always tell me jokes when I am alone, and all my troubles are forgotten by me. I laugh with you. When I play with my friends, you always accompany me and have fun with me every time.

I used to be a lazy person, but you are very diligent: every time you clean, you always clean the classroom before you go home, while I just go home after cleaning. You taught me to be diligent. This makes me feel ashamed. Since then, I have worked hard to clean with you every time, and my bad habits have been quickly changed.

Deskmate, I want to say "thank you" to you. How I hope you will always be my deskmate! In that case, there will be more beautiful stories between us.

I want to say thank you, composition 9 teacher. I want to say thank you for your concern and help.

I remember once in an English class, you taught us to learn the text. After you have shown us several times, let's read freely and check in groups. Finally, you should check it. The students all read aloud, but I don't always read well. Watching my classmates read, I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, and I didn't know what to do. I began to check, listening to the students reading so skillfully and rhythmically, even the students who have been poor in English in the class read so well, and I was so anxious that tears were coming out, which really hurt me.

At this moment, I heard you calling my name. When I stood up, I stood there with butterflies in my stomach. You asked me, "What's the matter? Can't you read? " I nodded tearfully. I thought you would criticize me, but I didn't dare to look at you at that time, shaking all over. "Read boldly and read sentence by sentence." Your words are like the spring breeze, and they slowly enter my heart like the tenderness of my mother, encouraging me and warming me. I get up the courage to try to read a sentence easily, and you let me sit down. After checking the rest of the students, you came up to me and said, "As long as you read boldly, you will certainly read well. Don't be afraid. I read one sentence, you read one sentence, and read after me. " You taught me how to read and correct my pronunciation. Teacher, I really don't know what to say. I just feel warm in my heart, like a warm current flowing all over my body, and my happiness arises spontaneously.

From then on, I have a new understanding of you. I think you help me like a mother. Now, I finally like English classes, and all this is changed by you.

Today, I want to say to you loudly: "thank you, teacher!" " "

I want to say thank you for writing 10. Time flies, and six years of primary school life will soon be over. Looking up at the sky, I remembered the time when I studied and lived with my teacher. ...

From grade one to grade six, from ignorance to autonomous learning, from naivety to enthusiasm ... my progress is inseparable from the cultivation of teachers. Looking back, we were naughty and broke the teacher's heart. When the teacher should have reported the news, he was faced with a pile of thick exercise books. Gradually, I found a few wrinkles on the teacher's face and a few white hairs on his head, which made my heart ache. Teacher, I really want to say thank you!

In class, I once wrote down the trace that the teacher took me to seek knowledge together. When the teacher was angry, he was severely reprimanded, and when he encountered setbacks, he spoke warmly. On the playground, I once wrote down the childishness when the teacher played with us, the kindness when the teacher let go of seriousness in class, and our laughter. On the playground, we recorded the voice of the teacher cheering for us, we recorded the cheers we forgot when we won ... The little things that the teacher was with us made us unforgettable. Teacher, I really want to say thank you!

Gradually, the time for us to graduate from primary school is getting closer and closer, and the time with you is getting less and less, but I remember what you said: it is best to do anything. Although this is not a famous saying, it has always been printed in my mind. It explains the meaning of life. I take it as my motto and will continue to move towards it.

Teacher, you have given us your lifelong knowledge and life experience, but we have never repaid you. Teacher, I really want to say thank you!

I want to say thank you for your composition 1 1. Seeing that the destination was just ahead, a coin in his hand suddenly fell into a ditch on the side of the road. I turned my head and saw that there were insoluble substances in the ditch that did not react with water, and some substances with lower density floated on the water. At this time, I can't help but think of a day when the sun shines warmly on the earth, making people feel a little warm. I walked down the street with money for books, humming all the way.

Multiple choice questions: a: be a gentleman, don't lose face for one yuan; B: Turn your face away and have a look. Finally, after my ideological struggle of 0 hours and 6 1 second, I finally chose Brother A and Brother B. Although I know this is a choice to lose face, I know that one can't lose himself because of face.

So, I bent down, rolled up my sleeves, covered my nose, and reached into the ditch made of various substances. My hand held the coin and shrank outward for fear of being corroded. I took the money, bought a notebook, walked on the way to the ditch, recalled the scene at that time, and couldn't help but feel how right I was.

In fact, this is a test together, a test of life, let me understand that face is not important, what is important is how to treat face. So, I want to say thank you for the exam.

I want to say thank you for your composition 12. We all have a grateful heart, and I am no exception. We should be grateful to my parents for raising me.

Look at the camera: like dad! Look at him in the wedding photo. He is handsome, imposing, straight-backed and manly, not to mention how handsome he is!

Now look at my father. His back is bent like a bow and arrow, and there are nearly six wrinkles on his forehead. He is only 37 years old, but now he looks like a migrant worker working on a construction site, which is even uglier than before.

What's going on here? It is because when I was a child, I was always naughty and made my father angry. This is what makes us sick. Oh, it's so hard!

Therefore, I say thank you.

Look at another shot: the mother in the wedding photo was really beautiful at that time, as if the goddess descended to earth and married her father. At that time, my father, who was wearing a wedding suit next to me, held hands and reveled in the sea of flowers. It's shocking. I'm very moved and proud when I look at it.

Now: Mom is washing clothes under the steps. Her temples are gray, and her hands are always knitting clothes until they cocoon. From a distance, the back of her rickety building is the corner of those children, so the word "ugly" is not polite to say, but it looks really ugly. Which one looks better now than before?

What's going on here? This is all because we work day and night for a better life.

Breastfeeding was the most important thing when we were young. We should drink mother's milk and absorb all her nutrients.

Therefore, I appeal to people to be filial to their parents. It was our mother who raised us, and it was our father who taught us to be human.

I want to say to my parents loudly: thank you!