Thanksgiving diary 150 words 3 articles cannot be exactly the same content

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On Sunday, when I was idle, I found that there were still some vegetables in the kitchen that had not been washed. I had an idea, thinking that if I washed these vegetables, wouldn't my mother have to wash them?

I said just do it, take the basket and put it by the pool, and put the greens in the pool. I rolled up my sleeves, turned on the faucet, and began to wash the dishes carefully, following my mother's example.

I rubbed the greens with my hands, and then washed the leaves one by one, not even the slightest dirty. As I washed, I touched something soft, fluffy. My hand retracted as if it had been shocked.

Yikes! I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it, it turned out to be a big green worm lying on the vegetable leaves enjoying the fun of "bathing". I was so scared that I threw the leaf far away.

Looking at the discarded leaves, I thought to myself: my mother has been washing vegetables for many years, and I don't know how many big green worms I have encountered, but my mother always picks up the big green worms and throws them away in a hurry, and continues to wash the vegetables. And I live like a coward.

I mustered up my courage and mustered up my courage to pick up the discarded leaves, throw away the big green worm, and trample it to death. At this point, although I had goosebumps all over my body, I was as happy as if I had won the battle. I hummed a little song and continued to wash the dishes.

Looking at the bright greens lying in the basket, I jumped and jumped with joy, and finally I was able to help my parents do what I could.

I refer to it and adopt it.

Thanksgiving.

The flower knows that without the earth, there is no beauty for it, so after it blooms, it will return the flowers to the earth, and it knows gratitude. Wait until the next year, and the earth will give it the nutrients that the flowers want, and the earth will know how to be grateful. You, do I know gratitude?

In the face of your parents' meticulous care, have you ever thought of being grateful? In the face of the teacher's painstaking education, have you ever thought about gratitude? In the face of your friends' sincere help, have you ever thought about being grateful?

Maybe we've lived too long to be loved and cared for, and we always think that's what others deserve. If these are the things they should be, what should they not be?

In fact, gratitude is not difficult, in the eyes of parents, as long as you understand them, or even just when they talk to you, you can focus on them instead of staring at the TV, when they care about you, as long as you agree instead of blindly contradicting it, but we can't even meet the requirements of gratitude at all, let alone be grateful.

I wanted to learn to be grateful, but I couldn't find a teacher. It was only then that I realized that my father was my best teacher.

Grandma Ben lived in that dilapidated old house. She said that she was much more comfortable than following us, but when it rained in her house, it was raining heavily outside, and it was a light rain inside, and her father asked her grandmother to move in with her many times, but she didn't know that her grandmother insisted on refusing, so her father had to help her grandmother repair the house again and again. Last year, my grandmother had difficulty even cooking by herself, and finally moved in after my father's repeated persuasion and even a little compulsion.

I didn't quite understand why my father was doing this, why he had to let my grandmother move in, and at that moment, something happened that confused me.

Every day when the meal was ready, my father hurried to call my grandmother. It's like this every day, and I call every meal, but one day my grandmother asked me to cook for myself, saying that she cooks by herself casually, and when she is hungry, she can make food, and my father doesn't say anything, and I also brought a bag of rice to my grandmother, I looked at my father, I don't know why he did this. Until one day ......

After breakfast that day, I grabbed a vegetable leaf and said that it was really unpalatable, and my father said that my grandmother had never eaten a vegetable at that time, and it was all mugwort, and sometimes even tree bark. When I heard this, I immediately understood that everything my father did for my grandmother was out of gratitude. We should all learn to be grateful, because our parents seek our selfless care, because of the teachings of our teachers, because of the help of our friends.

As for Phuket, I'm struggling too.