There is an urgent need for 8 100 word gratitude diaries for the fourth grade of primary school

You can go to the bookstore and buy a copy of the Thanksgiving Diary.

I heard that Mr. Yang's throat was bleeding and he needed to be hospitalized**, and the substitute teacher didn't come, so this class is estimated to be.

Can't get on it. So, I picked up the language book and prepared to review it myself.

Before the book was opened, I saw a familiar figure slowly walking into the classroom. It's Teacher Yang, her face.

It's not good, but still has a faint smile; The expression is a little haggard, but the eyes are still bright Hey, the teacher is not.

I can't speak because of a bleeding throat, so how can I go to class? I'm a little weird. But this problem lasted not long and old.

The teacher "told" us that she could write on the blackboard. Mouth shapes and gestures to communicate with us. Classroom.

Lyon suddenly became silent, and the students stared at the teacher's hand tightly.

Teacher Yang began to "teach" the class. Today's article is a bit difficult, and there is a lot of content, and the teacher took us to understand.

Paragraph after paragraph, even the most difficult central ideas helped us dig out meticulously and thoroughly, and the blackboard was full of them.

The dense and beautiful font is written and then erased, and ...... is written after erasing, I saw that the teacher was glued with chalk ash.

The hand kept pressing on his throat, and everyone was very heartbroken, and the teacher was suffering from such a serious illness.

If you insist on giving us lessons, you are afraid of delaying our homework. The students were very serious in the whole class, and they liked it even in normal times.

The mischievous classmates couldn't bear to quarrel, and everyone was afraid that if they made a mistake, the teacher's throat would hurt even more.

Finish. Today's class really made me "unforgettable". With such a good teacher, what other reason do we have?

Why don't you read well? A sentence suddenly welled up in my heart: Children with teachers are so happy.

Under the tall plane trees, the merchant rests a herd of camels laden with goods. The camels lifted their long necks in vigour and clumsily trampled on this sacred land. There was a fence-like rose bush, and turtledoves flew among the tall branches.

Among the roses there is a most beautiful flower, to which the nightingale sings the sorrow of her love. But the rose was silent, and there was not even a drop of sympathetic tears or dew on its petals, but it only hung its branches down to a few large stones.

It's too hot, and I seem to be a little irritable. I wanted to go out for a swim, but my mom and dad didn't agree. After stalking and begging, my father finally agreed to my request.

When I walked to the swimming pool, there was a sea of people, and I only saw people, but I couldn't see the water.

There is such an interesting story: Once, Roosevelt's ** house was burglarized and stole a lot of things, and his friends wrote to comfort him, but Roosevelt said: "I have to thank God because the thief stole my things, and did not harm my life; The thief stole only some of my things, not all of them; The best thing is that he is the thief, not me.

Who would have thought that for an unfortunate event, Roosevelt would find three reasons for gratitude. This story can be said to show the beauty of gratitude to the fullest.

Be grateful for the Xunlu life, and you won't have too many complaints, there is no perfect thing in the world. More important than complaining is what you have done to change all this.

Gratitude is a beam of golden sunshine, which can dissolve ice and snow, let us learn to be grateful, and let this ray of sunshine also shine on the hearts of all of us!

Gratitude journal.

I want to be grateful to my parents, who gave me a precious life, gave me a father's love and mother's love that is as deep as the sea and never wants to reciprocate, they nurtured me, nurtured me, taught me the principles of doing things, and the quality of life.

I remember one night, because my mother had a little cold and was not feeling well, and my father was not at home, my mother should have finished cooking and asked me to help her wash the dishes. Mom was sick, I should help her do things, so I immediately agreed, who knew that washing the dishes is not simple, so that my hands are full of oil, finally finished washing the dishes, but also wipe the table, wash the pot, after this is done and look at the ground, it is all water, I have to mop the kitchen floor again, after doing all this I have a sore back. Think about it, Mom and Dad have so much housework to do when they come back from work, how tiring they are!

But they have washed the dishes so many times and done so many chores without saying that they are tired in front of me. In the future, I must always help my parents do more things, and I will persevere.

Thinking of this, I have to be grateful to my parents, who gave me a warm home and let me live so happily!

"Grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life and giving me the courage to be myself. Grateful heart, thanks to fate, I will cherish ...... same as the flowers bloom and fall"Whenever this refreshing song sounds, I can't help but think of my teachers, it is them (she), on the podium, at the desk, cold and summer, spring, summer, autumn and winter, leaving a little bit of hard work, teacher, I sincerely thank the teachers for their earnest teaching over the years, and wish the teachers happiness, health and happiness in the days to come!

Teaching is a sacred profession under the sun. People say that teachers are like candles that burn themselves and illuminate others. Indeed, for our growth, teachers are the disseminators of culture, leading us to swim in the ocean of knowledge; Teachers are the guides of our growth, teaching us how to behave and deal with things; Teachers are our friends who respect, understand and care about our growth; Our teachers are our role models, teaching us by example and benefiting us for ...... for life

The teacher's love cannot be seen or touched, and like many parents, there is a heart of "hoping that the son will become a dragon and the daughter will become a phoenix", but this kind of love has nourished the hearts of students. I would like to thank the teachers for all that they have done for us.

Thank you, teacher, for watering our thirst with sweat on the podium for six years. Spread the sunshine of love with a song-like voice; Soothing our uncertain souls with gentle hands. Thank you for burning yourselves like candles and illuminating us for six years; Consume yourself like chalk and tell us knowledge; Standing like a mast, it leads us to the other side. Thank you for using chalk as oars and thoughts as sails to guide this ship full of hope and expectation through the reef-like problems and to the temple of knowledge.

3. Liaoning Satellite TV's Spring Festival Gala replied that mortal singing and dancing, youth and youth, did you go to Times Square? :p。Bu Mei is the king.