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One of the people I am most grateful for.

Every day when I ride to school, I always pass by a tin hut, which I used to ride without care. But now I pass by and always glance at the owner of the tin hut - an outsider who repairs cars.

I remember one day not long after the start of school, I rode to school as usual, when I was about to ride to a junction, I felt that the tire was a little abnormal, so I got out of the car to check, and found that the tire was punctured, it was not a coincidence, the tire was punctured at this time, it was over, and it should be late for school. I was in a hurry, and suddenly remembered that there was a car repair shop across the road, but the person repairing the car was an outsider. I've heard adults say it before:

Repairing cars can't be repaired by outsiders, these people are all black shops, and the sky-high price is not given to repair well, but to repair the place where there is no problem. Thinking of this, I hesitated, but there was no other way, because there was only this car repair shop nearby, so I had to admit that I was unlucky. Pushing the cart and jumping into the "trap".

The car repairman saw that I came to repair the car, so he greeted me warmly, after understanding the damage of the car, picked up the tools and quickly repaired it, his hands and feet were very sharp, three times five divided by two, and the car was quickly repaired.

During this time, I waited with trepidation. By the time the car was all fixed, he was sweating profusely. I asked, "How much?"

What how much? "What are you pretending to be stupid, how much is it?" I said impatiently. "Forget it, this little problem, hurry up and go to school!

I couldn't believe my ears, and a wave of gratitude rose to me. I hurriedly thanked me and rode to the school on time on my freshly repaired car.

In the past, I was influenced by the prejudiced perception of outsiders and mistakenly thought that outsiders were all oily-headed, but through this car repair, I don't think so.

When I passed by the tin hut on my way to school today, I couldn't help but glance at its owner, an outsider who repaired a car.

I'm grateful to someone.

There are many gifts that can be received in a person's life, can you remember which one will make you unforgettable? There is one gift that you can never forget, and that is to be touched. This kind of emotion washes away greed, filters selfishness, and converges into a river called truth, goodness and beauty in life.

It carries the most essential goodness and innocence of human nature, flows to the distance of life, and also powerfully stirs and interrogates our hearts.

Every time I move the deeds of Chinese people, there is always excitement and expectation in my heart. There is always an indescribable emotion! I think it really touches the heart, it really hurts the spirit, but it replenishes the heart and turns into the confidence and courage to keep going.

Sometimes, moving makes people vulnerable, because it always touches the weakest part of our hearts, but more often, moving makes people strong, because when we see that there are so many people around us, living with dignity and kindness and quality, we also have more courage to move forward.

Moving China" "Harmony for Beauty" basic creative aesthetics, the program from social practice and the vivid creation of the ordinary people to absorb rich nutrition, the concept of harmony and spirit into the creation, enthusiastic eulogization of truth, goodness and beauty, fully demonstrated the kindness of human nature and the beauty of society, reflected the high-spirited righteousness, and guided people's value orientation. These behaviors of theirs conform to the common value standards of the Chinese, give people strength, give people encouragement, conform to people's pursuit and yearning for "truth, goodness and beauty", and are completely consistent with the moral value orientation advocated by society, which touches the hearts of all people. Can some people who pursue selfish desires with the concept that "people are not for themselves, and heaven and earth will be destroyed" can understand and appreciate the joy and happiness of helping others?

Some people who lament that they are not without the heart to do good, but have no power to do good, should we also think about whether we really can't do something to help others? In a materialistic world and an era of rampant commercialization, should we still insist on anything?

There is a kind of ordinary called moving, and its spirit shocks our hearts;

There is an ordinary called moving, and its power makes us more confident;

There is a kind of ordinary called moving, and its charm has hazy the most tender eyes of Chinese children. Let the transparency of the first drop of water remain in your deepest heart.

Let the freshness of the first breeze become your deepest memory.

Moved by China, moved by you and me.

Why can't you search for it on the Internet? That's a lot!

Teacher, I thank you.

Thank you, teacher, for making me a confident person who can surpass myself. You have proved to us that learning is not a burden, but a joy and responsibility, a key to our journey from the unknown to heaven and earth.

You have taught us to explore boldly with our minds and hands, to seek and discover, and to make life full of surprises!

Thank you, teacher, for being a person we can always trust to let us know that we can confide in you if we want to. You often say that you were a child, so you can understand your child's joys and sorrows.

Thank you, teacher, for making me understand that we can learn from failures, accumulate strength in difficulties, and find light in the darkness. You give us the courage to use our brains, and you ask us to be open-minded.

You put beauty in our hearts, give us teachings, insights and imagination, and you have done your best for us to grow! Perhaps every detail of your lecture will be forgotten by us over time, but your passion, courage and love will always remain.

Thank you for never being cynical about us, always paying attention to us when we try, and always letting us know that you have seen our results, even if the results are so insignificant. You are the one who has taught us that life can be as thin as a piece of paper, as deep as the sea, as vast as the sky, and that we have to make our own choices. Every problem, every discovery, every experience you lead us through fascinates us and allows us to see the sparkle of wisdom in the ocean of knowledge.