Write an essay on the topic of Gratitude .

Fluttering and sprinkling, one after another, like flying snow, like fluttering, "snowflakes" silently sprinkled from mid-air, falling on the podium, on the ground, on the teacher. For many years, the flying powder has dyed the hair of one teacher after another, and they have chosen the profession of teacher without regrets, imprinted their hearts on the two-meter blackboard, left their efforts on the three-foot podium, spent their thoughts on textbooks more than ten centimeters wide, and put their hopes on the "flowers" that grow taller day by day......

The teacher is the gardener, because the gardener is as careful with the flowers as the teacher cares for the students; The teacher is the candle, because the candle is obscure to the darkness, just as the teacher is selfless and dedicated to the student; The teacher is the sun, because the sun gives people the warmth and vitality of the world, just as the teacher gives students knowledge and truth; "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, and turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers" Isn't it a portrayal of their brilliance!

Isn't the country changing with each passing day because there are countless teachers like you? You told us about the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, and taught us to study hard, work hard, master scientific and cultural knowledge, and strive for the realization of our ideals in life. We have been able to move from ignorance to civilization because of your teachings, you are the engineer who shapes the human soul!

Your contribution to society is immeasurable! Like a red candle, you burn yourself and illuminate others! The light you shine with makes the whole society shine with golden light.

I will keep in mind your earnest teachings, take every step in life, unite and fraternize, cooperate with integrity, be modest and hardworking, be realistic and enterprising! This is also my eternal pursuit!

Thanksgiving. People should always have a grateful heart.

When I opened the message book at the end of elementary school, I was greeted by the teacher's familiar handwriting: "The short teacher-student relationship is unforgettable, and trusting each other makes us more like friends." There are many twists and turns in the road of life, so you must be open-minded, cheerful, and kind to yourself, so that you will always be strong.

Thank you, teacher, for two years of tireless teaching! I really miss talking to you when I was talking to you, it seemed that the sky was always so blue at that time, the days passed very slowly, and I always thought that graduation was far away, but I had to say goodbye before I had time to say thank you.

I still remember that day after school, I squatted at the door to tie my shoes, and after tying them, I slammed my head on the windowsill, and the blood kept gushing out, and I cried in fear. The crying attracted you as you rushed home from work, and you said, "Why are you so careless?"

While covering my wound with a handkerchief. Because the infirmary was closed, you had to push me to the TCM hospital in a car, and you kept being cautious on the way, frowning for a long time and refusing to let go, and kept muttering, "Why is there so much blood?"

Why hasn't it stopped? When you arrived at the hospital, you took care of everything properly, and when you bandaged it, you held my hand tightly and told me: "Be strong, don't be afraid!"

Although there are tears of pain in his eyes, his heart is extremely warm.

On the way home, you told me to be careful with this, and then to be careful with that. I silently responded, looking at your back in the saddle, and it felt so grounded. The curtain gradually filled the entire sky, the evening breeze was cool and blowing on the body, looking at your back, there was a kind of touching warmth flowing all over the body.

When I got home, you didn't even drink a sip of water, told my mother to take good care of me, and said that if it was serious, you could take leave. You look at your watch and say, "It's not early, I should go back to cooking, be nice!"

He waved his hand and left. Mom wants to pay for your medical expenses, but you are long gone.

The night sky is lit up with stars. Thinking back on the house, my heart is full of the warmth of the sun. With a bit of longing and gratitude, I believe that the future steps will be more solid and more powerful.