I want to thank a person for his writing.

I want to thank someone for writing 1. When I was growing up, there were many people and things vividly in my mind. What happened impressed me deeply, and those people made me understand a lot.

One day, it was raining outside. I was in the underground street, but I didn't know it. I continued to walk happily. When I took the elevator, I saw it was raining cats and dogs outside, which was like falling down in our hometown.

My heart began to become anxious, thinking: Oh dear! what can I do? I wish I had taken an umbrella when I went out.

There are many people standing outside without umbrellas. I became one of them. In the rain, an uncle kept shuttling between the rain shelter and the entrance to the underground street.

It turns out that this uncle is helping people shelter from the rain. He sent people around me one by one, and some people didn't even thank them.

"Young man, do you need shelter? I'll take you? " My uncle's voice interrupted my thinking.

"Well, thank you, uncle." I said politely.

Say that finish, uncle took my hand and walked to the shelter. In the process, I saw that my uncle's other half was all wet.

After a while, I arrived at the shelter.

"Young man, here we are." Uncle said.

"Oh, well, thank you, uncle!" I said gratefully.

"You're welcome." Say that finish, uncle went to help others again.

And I, while watching these uncles, waited for the rain to stop. Gradually, the rain stopped and I walked home. When I got home, I found my uncle living upstairs, but he didn't seem to see me.

My helpful uncle lives above my house, but I can't find it.

When I got home, my mother said in surprise, "Hey, why didn't I get caught in the rain?"

"Someone lent me an umbrella ..." I said vaguely.

That uncle is the person I want to thank. He gave me a warmth in the heavy rain.

The person I want to thank most, composition 2, dropped out of school. When I walked to the school gate, I thought: I have a lot of homework today, so I must go home early.

At the school gate, many parents are waiting for their children. I also looked for my parents in the crowd, but I couldn't find them for a long time. Hey! Where did they go?

There are fewer and fewer parents at the school gate, and it is getting late. I'm even more anxious. My parents didn't come, and I didn't bring my cell phone. What should I do?

Just as I was walking around the school gate, anxiously waiting for my parents, a student on duty in our class finally came out. I borrowed his cell phone and called my parents. Only then did I know that my parents had something temporary today and didn't come to pick me up and let me go home by myself.

I returned my mobile phone to that classmate, ran to the bus stop, waited for a long time, and finally saw the 785 bus coming. I waved and prepared to get on the bus, paying at the same time.

When I touched my pocket, I was dumbfounded: "Oh dear! I forgot to bring money. "

What should I do? I stamped my feet on the platform.

As soon as the car door opened, the driver's uncle looked at me from left to right, probably guessed what was going on, and said to me, "Young man, do you want to take a bus?" Come on up, I won't charge you. "

"No, my parents said, you have to pay by car. If you have no money ... how can you take a bus? " I whispered.

"How can there be so much truth? If you don't go home, it will be dark. Your parents will be worried. Come up! "

In this way, I was a little embarrassed, so I quickly got on the bus and sat quietly in an empty seat, afraid to make a sound.

Although it only costs two yuan, I really appreciate the driver.

The person I want to thank most is composition 3. She was pregnant for ten months and worked hard to give birth to me. She taught me hand in hand. When she first saw me, I guess she was so excited that tears came to her eyes. She has an earthy and unpretentious appearance, and she has a flower-like soul. She is my mother-the person I am most grateful to.

Depression and sadness

One day, I suddenly found that my mother's smooth forehead had wrinkles like water ripples, which were reflected one by one. "One, two, three-"I can't count. I don't like wrinkles, and I can't wait to grind them hard on her forehead with my hands to erase the traces left by years on my mother's forehead. I don't know what makes my mother frown. She put down her wool and sat there in a daze. I think my mother is depressed and I am sad.

Grumpy and calm

Mom, I have a bad temper. I always like to lose my temper when things happen. In order to help me get rid of this bad habit, you always tell me: "There will be many difficulties in life, and losing your temper will not solve the problem." And I, a disappointing child, always have a big fight with you, ignore your words and go my own way. Seeing your helpless expression, I think it's time for me to reflect calmly.

Repentance and harvest

Now that I have grown up, I gradually understand my mother's good intentions. Now I want to say to my mother, "I was too young to understand before, which worried you." Mom, I grew up so quickly because you are old and haggard. "I secretly made up my mind: on the road of life, I will study hard, be sincere and optimistic; Go further on the road ahead and live up to your efforts.

Mom, you are the most important person in my life and the one I am most grateful to.