Thank you for writing 800 words.

Thank you, you light up my way forward, you inspire me to keep moving forward, and you accompany me to grow up. Thank you! The following is "Thank you for your 800 words" compiled by me for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Thank you for your composition. A flower, thanks to the care of warm sunshine, makes it bloom beautifully. Rain and dew thank the floating clouds for their company and let them fly. The fish thanked Tao Taohai for his tolerance, which made him free. I want to thank you for your concern and making me happy.

The ringing of the alarm clock in the morning woke me up from my sleep. I rubbed my sleepy eyes lazily, yawned and trudged out of the bedroom. I found my breakfast on the dining table. I took a closer look at a bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge and three side dishes. What a sumptuous breakfast! But I have no appetite at all, because I have eaten porridge for a week. While I was thinking helplessly, my mother gently came up to me and said, "You had a bad stomach because of gastroenteritis the other day. My mother asked you to eat more porridge to nourish your stomach, and it would be delicious with side dishes. " I pouted helplessly, sat in the chair, barely ate two bites of porridge, put down my chopsticks in a hurry, and left without moving a bite of home cooking. My mother looked at me and just sighed helplessly and cleaned up the dishes. Later, when I went to the kitchen to get a lunch box at noon, I suddenly found a small sticker on the kitchen cabinet, which was densely written with various porridge recipes. It records in detail the practices of preserved egg lean meat porridge, chestnut porridge and pumpkin porridge. I ate it in a week, and it was marked "Slow cook for 40 minutes" in red pen. What? Does it take so long to cook porridge? Suddenly a warm current came to my mind, and I hurried to my mother's bedroom to pick up her mobile phone. The alarm clock clearly recorded 4 o'clock, and my heart was shocked. How much effort my mother has put into eating this full love porridge for me! My mother is a doctor. She usually goes out early and comes back late. Because her father works in other places, all the burdens at home are borne by her alone. Thinking of this, my vision is blurred, as if I saw my mother cooking porridge in rice. I didn't hesitate to call my mother for another bowl of porridge …

Thank you, my mother. It is because of your selfless care that my life is surrounded by deep affection and I am happy.

Thank you for your 800-word composition, which is the gratitude of trees for nourishing the earth; The wisp of silk floating from the clear sky is the gratitude of the white clouds feeding the blue sky; The eagle soaring in the air is the eagle's gratitude for giving it a free sky-inscription: We want to thank our parents for their support along the way, our friends for giving us the strength to overcome difficulties, our teachers for inculcating us, and our society for giving us a harmonious and healthy growth space. Because there are too many people to thank, we should silently bless everyone in our hearts.

Whether we lose or have ... gratitude, let us experience and cherish everything around us with a contented heart; Gratitude, let us find that life is so colorful in plain days; Gratitude, let us understand and taste the gift of fate and the passion of life. Thank you-your parents' "She sewed carefully, she mended thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late" is your concern and anxiety, "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, the third spring" is a compliment to your great love. We want to thank our parents for giving us precious lives; Thanks to our parents for bringing us to this beautiful world and giving us a chance to taste the ups and downs of life; Thanks to our parents for creating a comfortable and warm living space for us to enjoy happiness and happiness. Living in this world, growing up in this world, everything comes from parents. It is our parents who give us life and nurture us to grow up.

We should repay our parents' kindness all our lives. In the face of parents' great love, only gratitude! Thank you-the teacher thanked the teacher for his guidance and inculcation; Thank the teacher for instilling knowledge for us; Thanks to the teacher's persistence in "holding a heart without a blade of grass"; Thanks to the teacher's dedication, "the silkworms in spring are spinning until they die, and the candles are crying dry every night" ... It is the teacher, it is you, who led us from ignorance to knowledge, let us know the beautiful things in the world, and let us look at the world with wisdom. Let me face setbacks and successes frankly. Thank you-classmates and friends. "Don't cry, my friend. I have always been in the deepest part of your heart. Don't cry, my friend. I won't be lonely if I stay with you. There are few real friends in the crowd. Please don't care. " Thank you, classmates and friends, for your trust when you fail, for your warning when you succeed, for the days when you struggled with me, and for being my strong wings. I remembered the melody I once hummed: "If I can give up all over the world, at least you are worth cherishing.

Postscript: Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself. Thanksgiving heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish the same. This song made me understand that without sunshine, there would be no warmth; If there is no water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, friendship and love, the world would be lonely and dark. In order to get rid of it, we need a grateful heart.

Thank you for your composition. Three friends are like a match. Although the light is weak, it illuminates your lost way. A friend is a life buoy, which is put on you when you are struggling to suffocate; Friends are like the sunshine in winter, which brings you warmth when you are cold.

I remember when I was in grade three, I made a good friend. We were inseparable and talked as soon as we met. At first we were neck and neck, but after a while, my grades plummeted. My teacher called my parents several times because of my grades. After that, I told my bosom friend about it. She comforted me and said, "It doesn't matter. Come to my house during the summer vacation and I will help you. "

In this way, she became my first best "teacher" for me.

During the summer vacation, I come to my little teacher's house every day. My little teacher often gives me advice on how to write a good composition: "the composition should be clever and the writing should have a different angle." To write the true feelings well, it is inseparable from reference and imitation, but if you want to impress people, you must work hard to create it yourself. " She also said: "Read more extracurricular books. The writer Gorky once said that' books are the ladder of human progress'. Reading extra-curricular books has also improved our writing level. " So I insist on reading extracurricular books every day. My writing level has suddenly advanced by leaps and bounds.

I remember once, I went to my little teacher's house happily as usual. I saw the little teacher lying on the sofa, pale. I quickly said, "We won't review today, so have a good rest." She smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Let's go on and review our math today. I just have a little cold and a little fever. " She talked and painted, which made me feel the greatness of my friend.

She is a generous girl and a little girl who loves painting.

Every time I go to her house, she always gives me a warm reception and prepares a delicious dinner for me. Every time we travel, she always brings me snacks to share, and the things she buys are kept as souvenirs.

I remember once she participated in the national art competition on behalf of our whole school and won the first prize. Our whole school is proud of her. After a while, I asked her, "Why do you win every time you go to the competition?" She replied: "Because I insist on painting every day, I keep working hard!" " I admire her from the bottom of my heart, and I am proud of her, because he is the glory of our school.

Do you remember my closest friend? She is my deskmate-Zhao. She has a shiny black hair, a pair of arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes, a high nose and a small mouth. She is very cute.

Thank you for your composition. My father has a bad temper. Although I know it's because he has many social activities and is busy with work, I just can't understand him and even hate him a little. Often scold me for a little thing, and sometimes implicate my mother to protect me.

From then on, our relationship was as plain as water. I have never given him a birthday in recent years, even if I say "Happy Birthday, Dad." Personally, I have never said that to him, and I have no guilt. I thought he wouldn't care about such a plain sentence, and maybe he would have another quarrel with me after listening to it. So I always said to him half jokingly, "Dad, we are' friends of gentlemen, as light as water'."

654381October 20th, I seemed to wake up from a dream ... Today is my father's birthday ... Yes. Father's serious face appeared in front of his eyes and then receded.

Do you want to call him and wish him a happy birthday?

Forget it. He probably doesn't want to hear my voice either. I looked out of the window. In the dim moonlight, fireflies fly quietly in the dark with green light. This lamp went out, and that lamp came on again, flashing. Floating and dexterous ...

My heart trembled and I remembered that I made a birthday card for my father with a piece of cardboard when I was a child. On it, I drew a picture of three people in my family holding hands and playing games happily. I still remember my parents' happy smiles. This reminds me of when my parents gave me a birthday. No matter how busy and tired they are, they won't miss my birthday. Usually, I always ignore my parents' concern ... When I think about it, a feeling of regret arises spontaneously. I tried to pick up my cell phone and make a phone call, but I put it down again. Dad won't care. ...

Thinking about it, I picked up my mobile phone, opened my outbox and typed: Happy birthday, Dad.

This is my limit, a short message, that's all.

At noon the next day, my mother went home for dinner. At the dinner table, my mother asked me mysteriously, with excitement in her eyes. "Baby, you ... sent a message to your father yesterday, wishing him a happy birthday? Really? " "well. How do you know? " I could feel my heart beating a little fast, but I pretended to be calm and said simply.

My mother told me:

I went out for dinner with your father and his colleagues yesterday. While eating, suddenly his cell phone rang and said there was a message. I saw him stunned for more than half a minute after turning on his mobile phone. I quickly asked him, "What's the matter?" His expression suddenly softened, um ... "I haven't seen him show such a gentle expression for a long time!" " "Mom went on to say that he showed me his mobile phone and shouted," Look! My daughter wishes me a happy birthday! Did you get a look at him? She said, Happy birthday, Dad! "

Mom said that dad was like a child, shuttling between colleagues and showing them text messages. Perhaps because of drinking a little wine, his face turned a little red and his eyes sparkled with excitement. He is really happy.

Ah, my father!

This is just a short message ... what a trivial five words in the eyes of others ... I bowed my head in shame and said nothing.

Thank you, my father. ...