An inspiring and grateful composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are 10 inspirational gratitude compositions I collected for you, hoping to help you.

When we complain about the hardships of life and how fate has created difficulties for us, have we ever thought about what those who are unfairly treated by reality are doing in danger? They are trying to overcome their difficulties with a positive attitude. What they do is not passively escape, but face life directly. Maybe they have never complained about the unhappiness or misfortune brought by fate, or maybe they are actively coping with life and overcoming difficulties with a grateful heart.

Perhaps their efforts and enthusiasm have not overcome their immediate difficulties, or even the situation has become worse, while their positive hearts will always grow in the sun. In addition to being grateful for our fate, we should also be grateful for the people and things around us, especially those closest to us.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". Look at the ordinary maternal love, look at the greatness of maternal love, and be grateful. Read the fine thread silver needle carefully, and the fine thread twists and turns like a mountain stream, drifting away. The silver needle, with a faint light, stung the heart of the wanderer slightly. A wanderer who travels long distances is his mother's concern. Meng Jiao lived up to his mother's expectations and wrote many beautiful poems, which have been handed down to this day. Meng Jiao is grateful, so he is inspirational and enterprising!

"How can I thank you? When I walked towards you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring ... "I am grateful to see the friendship of my friends. Read the most sincere friendship between Wang Guozhen and his friends. Although not as dazzling as yellow, not as gorgeous as red, there is a green freshness and elegance. The encouragement of a friend's voice is the most beautiful and tender poem. Friends walk hand in hand with us, which is the brightest beacon in our life. The wind is impermanent, the clouds are impermanent, and life is like duckweed. Meeting is destiny takes a hand, knowing each other is intentional, and knowing each other is more expensive than sincerity. Friends have given us a lot, and we have gained a lot. Wang Guozhen sincerely thanks his friends. He is grateful, so he is inspirational and enterprising!

In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will dry the wick. Seeing the teacher sweating and selfless dedication, the heart of gratitude arises spontaneously. Looking at the teacher's weather-beaten face carefully, many scenes flashed before my eyes like movies. On a dark night, the teacher is correcting homework. In the face of homework piled higher than himself, he still has a smile on his face and his hand keeps waving. From time to time, he looked up at the cluster of lilacs, and the fragrant aroma moistened the teacher's heart. I wonder how many days and nights I spent with my teacher, the lilacs and the small desk lamp. Teachers are always strong and hoarse, but they also pretend to be relaxed and give us lectures loudly, but they don't know that their faces are red … and what are we doing? Achievement is the best reward for teachers, so we follow the pace of teachers and wander in the undercurrent of words. We are grateful, so we are inspirational and enterprising!

"Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate, I will cherish it as well." There is a loud song in my ear. What are we waiting for? Be grateful, be inspirational and enterprising, and don't live up to the expectations of parents, friends and teachers!

Dad, your love made me deeply realize that strictness is also a kind of love. It is because of your strict love that I walked out of the wrong road and climbed out of the shadow road. It is because of your criticism that I have the motivation and hard work, and I have moved from failure to success. Dad, every time you find that I have done something wrong, you will educate me with strict love. Every time I find that I have failed in the exam, I will criticize it in a harsh tone. Let me know what I did wrong. Let me know it's time to study hard. However, every time you educate me, I talk back to you and make you fly into a rage. Dad, I'm sorry. Forgive my ignorance and my fault.

Mom, your love is great. You take care of my illness regardless of fatigue. You work day and night, which puts a lot of pressure on you. When I get home, I have to do a lot of housework that I can never finish. And kept asking me to do my homework. How much fatigue does this give you? Every morning, you must get up early, make breakfast for me, and after breakfast, you have to go to work. When you come back from work at noon, you can't have a rest and you have to cook for me. After dinner, you hurried to work again. In the evening, when you come back from work, you will cook for us again. After I finish eating, you have to wash the dishes and wash the clothes of a family of eight. I was, when I was a child, I was disobedient and couldn't understand you, which brought you a lot of trouble. I always throw dirty things everywhere and spill water all over the floor. Just finished, I have to clean up dirty things everywhere. But you didn't scold me, you just taught me not to be so naughty in the future. Mom, I sincerely thank you for your efforts. Besides, mom, I'm sorry. It is my ignorance that makes you so tired.

Teacher, you are the gardener and we are the flowers. Teacher, you give silently and never take. You work day and night. I have to worry about things in class all the time. You should come to school early every day to maintain class discipline. After school, you come home late. You should educate the disobedient boys in the class every day. Every time, before you finish it, another classmate comes to you to complain. You live in a busy job every day. You never asked for anything, how tired I am. Just silent dedication. Thank you, teacher, for your efforts!

On the afternoon of March 25th, our school held a lecture on "Gratitude and Encouragement". It is said that the speaker is still Teacher Xue from Beijing.

Yesterday, the teacher told his classmates to call parents tomorrow and bring a small stool. We don't know what to do, so we can only do it respectfully.

This afternoon 13: 35, my parents came to school one after another, but my mother hasn't come yet. It was 13: 40, and before my mother came, I went to wait for her at the door of a living area. When I saw a bus, I thought there was no mother on it. I felt very sad because I made a mistake yesterday and made my mother angry. Won't my mother come? I am talking to myself. Then I walked back. I didn't expect my mother to get off that car. I was shocked and immediately took my mother's hand and walked to school. When we arrive at school, the report will begin immediately. I gave the stool to my mother and sat on the seat by myself. At this time, the lecture will begin.

The lecture began, and Mr. Xue told his classmates and parents every vivid sentence with vivid sentences. The performance has three themes. The first song is Thanksgiving for the Motherland. In this topic, I understand that the people of China are getting richer and richer. As children of China citizens, we should not harm the motherland and do things that are not beneficial to the motherland, but should be useful to the motherland. The next topic is "Grateful Teacher". (Inspirational) Through the topic of gratitude to teachers, I understand that teachers are so hardworking, and the white hair on their heads is old for our hard work. Teachers have given us too much. What can we give them in return? You can only listen to the teacher, finish the homework assigned by the teacher on time, don't talk in class, don't make small moves, and share some incompetent things for the teacher. The third topic is "Thanksgiving to parents". In this topic, I know that mom and dad are not easy. They brought us into this world, which is our greatest happiness. They also worked hard to raise us, giving us good cars and goods, and we always talk back to them. At present, we must do more housework and do more things for our parents, so that we can become useful people in this society.

This lecture made me deeply impulsive, and I will never forget it.

An inspirational and grateful composition was always accompanied by maternal love when I was 4 years old. When I grow up, I feel more and more alienated from my mother. Looking back suddenly, I found that the sun was still there-maternal love was always by my side.

What makes God so angry and unhappy for several days in a row? Today I am finally happy, and the warm sunshine shines on the long-lost land. I know it is definitely sunny today. I took the quilt out of the room, put it on the wire and went to school.

When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found that the quilt that had been messed up in the morning had been laid flat on the wire. My heart was touched by something, and a strange feeling came to my mind. I went up and touched the quilt. Oh, it's so warm! There is a sun hidden inside. I can sleep with the sun tonight. There are two quilts beside my quilt. Because all the sunny places are occupied by my quilt, they can only stay here. This is mother's quilt. I stepped forward and touched it. Cold, just like my mother's hands, those hands that wash my clothes in cold water even in winter. She warmed me with her hands, and now she wants to warm the quilt with her body!

Think about it carefully: the best sheets at home, the most beautiful clothes, and even the best dishes and chopsticks when eating, which one is not prepared by my mother, and which one does not include my mother's love for me?

Inspirational Thanksgiving Composition 5 There are often emotional flocs fluttering gently in my body, which is called gratitude.

Perhaps because of my personality, temperament and family background, too many people have helped me ... In my independent life, I am like a sailboat, full of all kinds of life insights. Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, all infiltrated into the smoke-filled years. When people ask me, what are your learning gains? I will proudly tell him that I have learned to be grateful!

Perhaps, I am grateful for learning. I am grateful to those teachers who have dedicated their youth. Teachers are "candles" for education. They often enlighten our confusion, give us the excitement of life and give us the joy of cardamom. Teachers have become the nourishment in our lives. They also often let us learn to be grateful, establish a sense of responsibility and show us the way.

Learn to be grateful and make it the brightest sunshine in life. Maybe we should thank our parents. Why not think about my parents who went to Dai Yue with the stars, because we often run around. Parents whose temples are gray with toil for us. Often parents' love for you is also revealed from your hands. Do you remember? Who holds your chubby little hand and says, "Come on, you can do it!" " "Who broke those hands because of a little trouble? Or those who hold your hand in rainy days, in darkness and in storms. Or they say, "Come home with me, son".

We should cherish, often or occasionally, a cup of hot tea for parents, a song for parents, your excellent grades, a red certificate, or your future career achievements. Don't think it's too late, too far away. Students, you only see others take you for granted, but you will never see their selfless "pay". Students, today, starting from today, let's learn to be grateful, grateful to teachers, grateful to parents, grateful to those who have helped you!

I have sincere feelings for my kind mother and strict father.

For my kind mother, heaven and earth can't say such a strong affection, and sex can't melt such a strong affection. My mother works hard for me day and night. The white hair on my head and the wrinkles around my eyes mercilessly ruined my mother's youth. My mother's love belongs only to me. My heart and my mother's heart are connected.

For a strict father, sometimes I can cry and complain. But on second thought, is this also my deep love?

I dedicate another song "Grateful Heart". I have such a heart full of happiness and love. The origin of my life also comes from my parents.

Who will mend the broken socks? Who will brush the dirty shoes? Who will tidy up the clothes when they are messy? It was my parents who raised me not dirty or tired! In the hands of my parents, I am a seed of happiness. In the eyes of my parents, I am a naughty bunny. At the feet of my parents, I am just a spoiled child. Dandelion's feather skirt is you, and that little seed is me who travels all over the world and loves my parents! Happiness is given by parents. My childhood was really beautiful.

Sometimes I am scolded by my parents, and I lose my temper when I get angry, but I regret it. Who raised me, taught me and named me over the years? I am the little baby at home. It's right to go out and fight, come back and jump, and be trained if you don't listen! I dried my tears and listened to my parents trembling and telling their regrets. It seems that when I grow up, I should be a sensible and filial boy.

I know that when I grow up, my parents will get older and older. When the storm comes, my parents should not be afraid. We are a family. I want to shelter you from the wind and rain in front of you.

Ah, mom and dad, I have a grateful heart, that is, I love you and this home that gives me sunshine.

On a quiet autumn night, a hurried ringing of the telephone disturbed my dream like a harsh alarm. Mother's tears came from the phone: your father has been unable to eat or drink for two days, and he still resolutely refused to allow me to tell you. I called you secretly in the middle of the night. Come back early tomorrow.

My mother's words were so loud that I was dumbfounded. After father's operation, his body is gradually recovering. As the closest to my parents, and separated by more than a hundred miles, I have been walking on thin ice, afraid to hear any news that my father is unwell. The habit of turning off the phone at night has also been completely changed. The mobile phone, which is always on, is put on the pillow on time every night.

Stop staring blankly and pack up and go back at once! My husband's urging made me jump out of bed, took some clothes in a panic and rushed to my hometown overnight.

The motorcycle galloped on the country road, breaking the silence at night. The cold wind of autumn night came with coolness and whizzed past my ear. I sat in the back seat of the car, shivering with my arm around my husband's waist. The waning moon on the horizon is pale with a thin face, facing me in panic coldly; The cold stars in the sky blinked their ghostly eyes and leered at me in a hurry; Occasionally, insects crow, which adds to the ferocity of the night and guides my melancholy.

In the past quiet nights, my hardworking father always snored in his sleep. That continuous snoring is so warm and pure, dignified and melodious. My brother and I grew up healthily, safely and happily in the snoring that my father was familiar with.

I remember how many ordinary nights when I was a child, my father carefully corrected the students' homework, then patiently tutored my brother and me, and then habitually rubbed my tired eyes and yawned. Soon after my brother and I went to bed, my father's continuous snoring would come from the other room as usual. Sometimes the snoring is like a wave, sometimes like a burst of loose waves, sometimes like a drizzle, like a warm lullaby, accompanying us into a sweet dream. In the dead of night, we are occasionally awakened by the thunder outside the window or the tossing sound of mice in the house. As always, my father's snoring will always calm our little fears and then continue to sleep peacefully with my father's snoring.

Some people say that children who are teachers are unfortunate. This statement is not true, but it makes sense. My brother and I often experience the misfortunes of children who are teachers. Father often tells us that children as teachers should be better and more disciplined, and set an example in front of classmates everywhere. Under my father's strict education, my brother and I didn't let him down. We are his pride. Under the strict supervision of my father, we often lose the freedom to play with our friends. However, we, who are naughty by nature, often take the opportunity to escape the supervision of our father and find more fun. And this kind of fun, father's snoring contributed.

I remember when I was a child, TV was still a rarity, and rural open-air movies were a spiritual feast for people. This is true for adults who work all day, especially for naughty and slovenly children. There are movies from our village on the school playground, and my brother and I can enjoy unique treatment. As long as there is a movie, as soon as school is over, my father will take the chair out of the office and put it next to the projector. In the evening, we ate snacks prepared by my father and watched movies with relish in the envious eyes of our classmates. We are not so lucky with movies from neighboring villages. Little friends are free to run long distances to catch a movie at night, but we can only stay at home in frustration under the care of our father. Faced with our dissatisfaction and unwillingness, my father always said seriously: it is too dangerous for children to go to the movies at night, because tragedies of falling and drowning happen from time to time, and sleeping at home is the safest.

We always disobey our father. On the surface, we are passive to Nuo Nuo, but our hearts are choppy. Accustomed to my father's strictness, my brother and I turned to the ground with a rebellious face. One day, if we hear the good news that there is an open-air movie in the neighboring village, we will go to bed immediately after finishing our homework at night and wait quietly for our father's snoring. As long as my father's snoring rings, our hanging hearts will be put down immediately, as if the alarm was lifted and safety came. So, we quietly opened the door with my father snoring, and then quietly left the door unlocked and ran away. When we came back from the movie, it was already late at night. As usual, my brother and I will hold our breath and sit in the corner of the window and listen. Then I stood on tiptoe and stepped on my father's snoring. Like a ghost, I soon went back to bed. Although my nervous heart is pounding and my heart seems to fly out, I think the simple happiness obtained by stimulating methods is more wonderful and precious. At that time, we always snickered, accompanied by my father's snoring, and dreamed of going back to Huaguoshan or Liangshan in Shui Bo in the movie.

Accompanied by my father's snoring, we grew up day by day and stayed away from home. After we got married and got married, we rarely had the chance to hear my father's familiar snoring. But that wonderful voice seems to be the sound of nature, which often echoes in our dreams and brings us endless happiness and reverie.

Last spring, my father had an operation because of a malignant tumor. On the day of my father's operation, my family and I were suffering anxiously in the waiting area at home, thanking my father for facing the fear of where you might go. From time to time, the announcement of inviting someone's family to the action negotiation room is played on the loudspeaker, which is even more creepy and scary. After waiting for nine hours, my father was finally pushed out of the operating room. It pains us to see our father, whom we didn't recognize, covered with tubes. When our brothers and sisters immediately gathered around the operating vehicle, they all heard my father's real snoring. Snoring, which once brought us infinite sense of security and sureness, gave us comfort on specific occasions and at specific moments, which was even more magical than a panacea. The younger brother couldn't help nudging his snoring father and crying, Dad, if you hear my voice, open your eyes. Father stopped snoring, opened his eyes slightly, looked at us and fell asleep again. Even snoring eased the tense atmosphere and drove away the shadows in our hearts. We sighed and smiled at each other. During the days when I took turns to accompany my father in the hospital, my brothers and sisters especially liked my father snoring. Continuous snoring is the most beautiful sound in the world, which conveys the message of father's safety, shows the tenacity of father's life and soothes our tired body and mind.

My father has been undergoing surgery for more than a year. Every time he visits his hometown, he is still intoxicated by his father's snoring at night. Even under the torture of cruel chemotherapy, as long as my father closes his eyes, he will start snoring with charm as usual. He is constantly giving us hope and confidence by snoring for a long time.

The motorcycle continued to drive in the cold night, and suddenly a cold wind disturbed my thoughts, and I couldn't help shivering. A terrible idea immediately occupied my mind and lingered. I heard from my mother that my father has not eaten or drunk for two days. Did our worst fears happen so soon? Father's condition has deteriorated? We can't hear father's snoring anymore.

The waning moon and the cold star on the horizon gradually disappeared, and the dawn drove away the boundless darkness. After camping, I finally got to the yard of my hometown and couldn't wait to jump out of the car and walk into the house. I haven't seen you for more than a month. My bloodless father was overjoyed to see me suddenly, so he accused my mother of secretly calling me without authorization. And comforted me and said: Never mind, it's just a stomach cramp. I've had it before, and I didn't tell you. I've been hanging the bottle for two days, and I'll be fine soon. Don't call your brother secretly like your mother!

My father always reports good news instead of bad news. I deeply doubt what he says. So, I immediately took him to the city hospital for examination and treatment. The stubborn father resolutely refused to go to the city hospital. He said that he had a comprehensive review last month and everything was normal. I know my body, and now I'm going to have a checkup, but I'm still fooling around. Why don't you ask a doctor friend to hang a bottle at home, and it will be all right soon. I can't convince him of his speciousness, but I can't stop watching him and ask him what he wants to eat. Maybe my father is right. After hanging the infusion bottle in the morning, my father drank half a bowl of rice soup and his face improved slightly. However, I stayed on the sofa beside my father's bed at night and only heard his slight breathing, but I couldn't hear his snoring. I can't let go. Ask him what's wrong, he just said nothing, let me sleep in peace. That night, I stayed up all night in fear without my father's snoring.

The next day, my father finished the infusion bottle, drank some porridge and ate some watermelon, and his spirit was much better. You can get out of bed and walk slowly to exercise your weak body. He also chatted with me about the situation at home, asked me some things at work, and repeatedly told me to be filial to my parents and father-in-law. My mother-in-law died early, and it is not easy for my father-in-law to live alone. In the evening, I paved the floor of my parents' room. When people reach middle age, they sleep beside their parents and talk aimlessly, just like when they were young. Warm atmosphere and deep feelings filled every corner of the room. Although my child has grown up, I am still a small child in my parents' mind.

Unconsciously, my father's voice was replaced by a dignified and steady snoring. In a flash, my worries about my father's health were swept away. The anxiety and fear of these two days have also vanished, and a clear and peaceful desire has come to mind. I hope my father's snoring will always reverberate in my ears, and I hope my loving father can live a long and healthy life.

Today, our school held a gratitude activity report, the name is "Inspirational Chinese Dream, Thanksgiving in Heart". Although the time is short, it deeply inspires me, because it makes me understand a truth-to learn to be grateful. Parents of students were also invited to this activity, and almost everyone left moving tears.

After the program started, Teacher Guohua told us one touching and inspirational story after another. He told me that there are not many opportunities for students and teachers to hug. Don't forget to give the teacher a hug when we thank him later. I don't know why, I suddenly feel very nervous. I never told the teacher that you had worked hard, because I felt embarrassed and couldn't say it, but I finally said a word to the teacher: Teacher, you have worked hard. I saw the teacher leave tears that moved me and hugged me tightly. At that time, I changed my mind about teachers. Before, like other students, when I saw the teacher hiding, I barely greeted the teacher unless I couldn't hide. I didn't understand the teacher's difficulties at that time. I always thought that the teacher would only give us so much homework, but in fact I don't have any homework at all. It's simple, but where am I?

It seems to us how simple a class is, only forty-five minutes, but the teacher has to prepare for several hours. There is a teacher who wants to tell us the knowledge points and try not to let us spend a minute. We all went to bed at night, and there was a small light on at midnight. Our teacher was correcting the class's homework at that time. No matter how uncomfortable he was, he insisted on giving us lessons. His children are ill and can't take care of them by themselves.

Our parents have to go out to work in order to make money for our school. In the lecture, we shouted over and over again, Mom and Dad, I love you. Mom and dad, when we grow up, we won't let you worry about me anymore, but that's just talk. Whether we can do it or not depends on our actions. We should be responsible for our words and deeds, keep our promises, study hard and make progress every day.

Every time we think of the song "Because of You", we always think of the May 12 earthquake.

This disaster cost us our relatives, homes and houses. After people from all over the world donated money to us, we finally got food, clothes and a hut. Our life has improved, primary school students can still study at school, workers have built high-rise buildings, people in disaster areas have moved into new houses, and we can also study in the newly-built campus!

As soon as I entered the new school, I made new friends, including Ni Zuhui and Wang Yuhang ... My family and I lived a happy life in the boardroom, and we were very happy every day. I also made new friends in the board room. Although I don't know their names, we have a good relationship. My friends and I often participate in activities organized by social workers in board houses. I remember once we played games, and the social worker took us to Ji Hotel for a big meal at noon. We ate a lot of delicious food, including fried steamed bread skin and fried shrimp ... delicious!

At school, Mr. Du also learned interesting games and activities brought by Mercy International, took us to do many activities with our parents, taught us to do "brain exercises", and made us grow up happily in sports!

After all these things, I understand that we should be grateful. Thanks to mom and dad! Thanks to the teacher! Thanks to all those who have helped us!

Inspirational Thanksgiving Composition 10 Teacher, you have worked hard! Over the past three years, you have worked hard to educate us and let us swim healthily and happily in the ocean of knowledge. Teacher, you are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating us; You are like a hard-working gardener, who has exchanged labor and sweat for our healthy growth; You are like a clear spring, flowing with spring water, nourishing us. You left all your love to us. When we are absent-minded in class, you always criticize us as severely as your parents. Before the exam, you always say don't be nervous, don't worry, and do well in the exam. Let's relax in tension.

Ah! Teacher, you are great. You have lost too much for the flowers of your motherland.