Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

Because of gratitude, the fallen leaves are circling in the air, composing a song of gratitude, which is the gratitude of the big tree to the earth that nourishes it; the white clouds are floating in the blue sky, painting those touching pictures, which is the gratitude of the white clouds to the blue sky that nurtures it. When you were learning to walk, it was your parents who supported you; when your life was bumpy, it was your parents who helped you through the ups and downs; when you were under great pressure in your studies, it was your parents who gave you a cup of hot tea... Your parents have given so much to you, shouldn't we learn to be grateful? "Mom, why didn't you call me earlier? I'm going to be late." I complained. "Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you downstairs." Mom said as she walked out the door. I brushed my teeth slowly, ate a few mouthfuls of food, put on my clothes, and hurried downstairs. Mom had been waiting downstairs for a long time. The north wind was blowing, and I was shivering with cold. Mom took off her coat and put it on me. I kept complaining, "Why didn't you call me earlier? I'll be criticized if I'm late." Mom drove faster. The cold wind blew past my ears, like a knife, scratching my ears. When I arrived at school, I was late as expected. I ran to the classroom quickly. Mom looked at my back and shouted, "Don't run, be careful!" When I got to the classroom, I was already out of breath. Just like that, a whole morning passed. "Mom!" When I got home, the house was quiet. Dad rushed out, "Shh! Your mom wore too little this morning and caught a cold. She's resting now." When I heard this, tears welled up in my eyes. Mom made herself suffer so that I wouldn't catch a cold. All this was for me, all because of love! I ran to my mother's bedside and said "I'm sorry" softly and guiltily. From then on, I learned to do housework, respect my parents, and learn to be grateful. Our parents care for us, so why shouldn't we learn to be grateful? Our parents love us, so we should also learn to love and care for them with our hearts! It was that experience that made me understand my parents' love and taught me to be grateful to them. We should care more and complain less; be more grateful and less dissatisfied. Let us repay our parents for their upbringing with a sincere and grateful heart. Flowers are grateful to the rain and dew, because the rain and dew nourish their growth; eagles are grateful to the sky, because the sky allows them to fly; mountains are grateful to the earth, because the earth allows them to stand tall; I want to be grateful to my enlightenment teacher, Ms. Xiao, because she led me into the door of wisdom. I remember that on the morning of August 8th five years ago, I stepped into the gate of the central kindergarten for the first time with a scared heart. At this time, Teacher Xiao said to me with a sunny smile: "Oh, the little beauty is here, what's your name?" I stammered out a sentence that my mother had taught me hundreds of times at home: "Hello, teacher, my name is Zhang Yu." Teacher Xiao picked me up and said kindly: "Baby, you are great!" I suddenly found out how the teacher and my mother are so similar! Later, in the few years I was in kindergarten, with the encouragement of Teacher Xiao, I won the first prize in the singing competition and the first prize in the painting competition... Teacher Xiao seemed to be an invisible magnet that always attracted us to her side. Teacher Xiao, your love will move me; your teaching will benefit me all my life. Today, I say from the bottom of my heart: "Teacher Xiao, thank you!"