Thanksgiving in high school helped me write a 600-word composition [five articles]

A high school gratitude helped me sail 600 words.

Gratitude is like a candy. Only when you are grateful can you be so happy. Gratitude is like a big tree. There is gratitude and beauty in the world. Gratitude is like a bowl of chicken soup. With gratitude, the world is so warm ... gratitude, with your company, makes my life so wonderful! You are my friend. From that naive little guy nine years ago, we have grown up and won't fight like before. Now we have come to the same school, living together, studying together and making progress together.

Although we are good friends, there are inevitably contradictions. We had a big fight because of a misunderstanding. The scene was so intense that no one could stop it. Then the "terrible" mid-term exam came this semester, and we were all very nervous. I didn't print any review materials, and I felt that my learning path was full of thorns. When reviewing, even the light-notebook disappeared, and suddenly I felt lost in a dark forest and isolated. I also feel like a silly duck lost in a boundless lake. I suddenly collapsed to the ground and lay on the table.

After a while, you came, "don't you want to review?" If you fail in the exam, it is very shameful! " Nothing seems to have happened between us, only pure friendship and no quarrel. As soon as the voice fell, you gave me a review material and smiled at me: "Review quickly!" " Then I picked up a book from the ground: "Hey, is this book yours?" Unconsciously, a warm current rushed to my heart, and we made up again.

After the exam, I feel that I have fallen into the abyss ... or did you encourage me to study a weak subject together, finally! The results of that course came out.

We cry together, laugh together, go crazy together, and make fun together. Take turns to play umbrellas in rainy days, take turns to fan the wind in hot days, and practice painting together ... Although we often "hurt" each other, we are still very happy together. This is friendship!

I am grateful to have you with me on the way to growth!

The second chapter, Thanksgiving Day in high school, helped me write a 600-word journey.

I have seen the youth of others countless times, brilliant, wanton and arrogant. But when I really entered youth, I found that the world may not be as beautiful as I thought. But fortunately, there is another person-my teacher. Almost since the fifth grade, mathematics has been my biggest headache. But the math teachers in primary school, cram school and junior high school all worked hard to teach me well.

There is a math exam in the cram school. After the exam, I handed in my answer sheet with confidence and felt that I would do well in this exam.

But when I saw the disappointed and helpless eyes of the teacher in the next class, I knew-it was over!

Teacher Liu has a habit. She will put the high scores above and the low scores below, so that she can know your position in the class.

I saw those top students coming up and down in high spirits, with that bright smile, and I was envious. But I thought, "It should be me soon."

Seeing that the thick stack of papers before became less and less, my heart began to get nervous. Until there were two papers left at last, I finally read my name. "I won't report the score, go back and reflect on myself." I went back to my seat with a red face and looked at the paper for a long time.

After class, the teacher left me alone. I sat quietly in my seat, my head bowed, and my tears fell quietly. The teacher came over and gently handed me a piece of paper. "An exam doesn't mean anything. Don't lose heart, try to do well in the next exam! " Then I have been patiently telling me questions. The food on the teacher's desk must be cold, but she doesn't care. The bleak autumn wind fills the whole classroom from the window, but there is still a warm current in my heart.

Thank you teachers for giving me confidence and strength again. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Thanksgiving teacher, help me sail!

Thanksgiving in high school helped me write a 600-word composition.

Close your eyes, hold the book of memory in your hand, and browse page by page. My hand stopped suddenly, and I opened my eyes, only to find that what was recorded on that page was my first childhood dream. As a naive child, I think it is beautiful to have long hair and wear a floral skirt or a beautiful hairpin. But with the growth of age and experience, I found that I had long lost those thoughts.

There are too many dreams, but they are all labeled as "unrealistic", "unattainable" and "useless" by adults. I tried desperately to get rid of these hats, but they were like candy.

Later, I learned that the dream is not so far away = out of reach, it can be small or infinitely magnified.

At that time, clouds and smoke pulled me back from my childhood memories. Turning to look out of the window, the sun split the shadow into thin pieces. The breeze gently blows on the face, which makes people feel very comfortable. An idea flashed through my mind. Why can't I have another dream? What kind of dream do I need now?

One boring day in June, the electric fan blowing overhead seemed to blow away the tension that filled the whole classroom. The pressure brought by graduation seems to stop the flow of air. But no one cares about this depression and boredom. Everyone is working hard, hoping to get an ideal result in the last time and go to their dream middle school.

Maybe this is the taste of youth. But isn't this also a dream? Small as it is, it should not be underestimated.

Isn't the so-called unreachable dream made up of many seemingly insignificant small goals? !

If you want to realize those big dreams, you must eliminate and complete these small goals one by one, and constantly accumulate, accumulate and improve yourself. So I should regain my confidence from now on, find my dream, and then try to pursue it and achieve it.

Dreams are my wings for growth. It is the source of strength and courage for me. Who am I to leave it behind? I will always accompany my dream and grow with it!

Thanksgiving in high school helped me write a 600-word composition.

The people I want to be grateful for most are undoubtedly my parents. They gave us life, they taught us to babble, and they taught us to solve difficult problems. Their love for me is different, my mother's love is silent, my father's love is like a mountain, and they patiently moisten me with love.

My mother always tells me that the first sentence I learned to say when I came to this world was "mom". At that time, the family was extremely happy. Recently, my mother seldom chats with me, saying that she is afraid of disturbing me. Maybe it's another way for her to express her love, but I'm not used to this life. I want my mother to be more considerate than that. Even so, I love her very much.

My father is majestic in my heart. I never see him when I get home. He is really busy. At the age of eleven, I fell in love with photography unconsciously. It's just a little hobby of mine that my family doesn't know about. I sent those photos I took to the dynamic to enjoy. This year's birthday, as expected, I didn't see my father when I got home, but I saw a lavender gift box with a letter written on it. I can't remember clearly, only one sentence: "After many ups and downs, my thoughts have turned into paper and pen, dear, I really miss you." Below is a white camera, which I posted in the dynamic. It turns out that my father's love is so warm. Since then, I have been holding the camera and pressing the shutter to record the beautiful scene of bees, butterflies and flowers meeting, bearing my father's love for me.

Keep a cup of gratitude in your heart. First, I am worthy of my parents, second, I am worthy of myself, third, I am worthy of others, grateful for life, grateful for life, thank you for casting me now, thank you for accompanying me through the long journey, and thank you for teaching me how to be grateful! It's good to have your company on the voyage.

The fifth high school gratitude helps me write a 600-word maritime composition.

Life is like the sea of Wang Yang, and I am just a green leaf drifting on the beach; Life is like a vast starry sky, and I am just a meteor across the sky; Life is like an aesthetic universe, and I am just a small meteorite ... Life is so long, I will inevitably encounter setbacks and difficulties, just like stepping on a banana peel and falling down; It's as natural as sneezing when you smell pepper ... but where is the end? Everything seems very confused.

In winter, it snows heavily, and snowflakes dress Mother Earth in snow-white clothes. Pieces of snowflakes are like winter spirits, adding a bit of agility to the dry winter. A little girl sat in the snow crying helplessly.

Look! How sad she cried! At this time, the little face with a little baby fat was wrinkled, her brow was locked, and tears fell like beads with broken lines. Young cries echoed in the silence.

This little girl is me.

I groped around the house and accidentally made a big mistake and broke the vase left by my grandmother. I was scolded. But this is not enough to make me an optimist cry like this, mainly because of my father's harsh words: "How can I have a daughter like you!" " At that time, I was too young to understand the meaning of the words, but the harsh tone really scared me. I walked out of the house and cried alone. Walking, as night falls, I am tired and sleepy, thinking about how to go home, and my previous sadness has already vanished. The most important thing now is to find the way home, because I am lost.

I stopped in a hurry and looked at the stars all over the sky; I can't help saying, "If only I could be as free as a star." Then I had a brainwave and just came home! Didn't I come from the snow? Then I'll follow my footsteps and go back! And I thought about what happened before, thinking about whether to go back.

I can't stand hunger after all, but I still walk back step by step in the moonlight. Later, I heard adults say that wild animals often appear in this area. I patted my chest and said that I was lucky to get away with it.

This setback makes my heart no longer so fragile, and sometimes it is "cheeky"! However, it is precisely because of this setback that I dare to face up to difficulties and setbacks. In the later life, I also survived the danger, which is the impact of my setbacks on me!

Appreciate setbacks and help me sail in the vast sea of life!