Mom and Dad, it's you who brought me up and raised me. It's you who taught me how to be a human being. It's you who taught me how to be grateful. I want to thank you for so many things, even for a lifetime.
I remember when I was young and playful. When it was cold, I ran to play with water, but I caught a cold and had a fever. On a dark and windy night, I had a bad personality. When you found out, my father hurried to the hospital to register me. My mother was looking for antipyretics for me and comforted me constantly. I asked: Mom, I'm so sad. Do you think I'm going to die? When mom heard me, she stopped her work, caressed my head and said, "silly child, how can you die? Trust mom, you'll get better and stop thinking. I nodded softly.
Just then, Dad came back in a hurry. He didn't even drink a mouthful of water, so he hurriedly said to his mother, "take some clothes with you, and we'll take Lijuan to the hospital at the moment.". Oh, good. I'll get it right now. As soon as she finished, my mother took a few thicker coats out of the wardrobe, and my father picked me up from the bed and rushed to the hospital. After the injection, I felt better, so I went to sleep safely. My parents were afraid that I would have a high fever in the middle of the night. They didn't dare to go to sleep for one night. They touched my head and took my temperature from time to time. Until the next morning, when my father was sure that I would not have a fever again, he asked my mother to leave for work
The love of parents is like sunshine, which makes people feel warm; the love of parents is like the breeze, which blows away the sadness of heart; the love of parents is like a spring, which moistens thousands of words of trees and brings them together into one sentence: Mom and Dad, you are working hard.
Gratitude is beautiful, beautiful as flowers. The flowers are grateful for the caress of spring wind; the crystal dew is the flowers are grateful for the moisture of drizzle; the colorful is the flowers are grateful for the sunshine.
Thanksgiving is happy, happy like a bird. In winter and summer, the birds are grateful for the delicacy of life; in melody, the birds are grateful for their partner's infatuation; in striving to fly, the birds are grateful for the blue sky.
Gratitude is sublime, sublime as a mountain. The beautiful sound of Qingyin is the company of mountains in grateful water; the green and straight is the decoration of mountains in grateful pines and cypresses; the elegant and gorgeous is the dedication of mountains in grateful clouds and clouds.