感恩父母
亲爱的老师、同学们：
大家好!
每年秋天，候鸟勇往直前地循着心中的路，朝南方温暖的湿地飞去时，我总望着天空发的呆，总在想：南方的候鸟，它是否忘记了那片出生的树林和那片遗落在巢中的羽毛。但是，来年的春天，它又出此刻枝头呼朋引伴。
这时，我想到了感恩，难道候鸟的回归不是对树林的感恩吗?是的，鲜花感恩雨露，因为雨露滋润他成长;苍鹰感恩长空，因为长空让他飞翔;高山感恩大地，因为大地让他高耸。因为感恩才会有这个多彩的世界，因为感恩才会有真挚的亲情，因为感恩才让我们懂得了生命的真谛!
从婴儿的“呱呱”坠地到哺育我们长大成人，父母的关心和爱护是最博大最无私的，父母的养育之恩是永远也诉说不完的：吮着母亲的乳汁离开襁褓;揪着父母的心迈出了人生的第一步;在甜甜的儿歌声中酣然入睡，在无微不至的关怀中茁壮成长。父母为我们不知花费了多少心血与汗水，编织了多少个日日夜夜，才使我们在这个五彩缤纷的世界里，体会着人生的冷暖，享受着生活的快乐。父母的爱柔柔如水，轻轻如烟，深沉如海，恩重如山。对这种比天高，比地厚的恩情，我们又能体会到多少呢?我们又报答了多少呢?
当我们用很简单的口吻说自我蹉跎时光时，当我们用很浪漫的情绪与朋友闲逛时，当我们用很潇洒的姿态应付生活时，而我们的父母呢?总是以很富裕的方式给我们掏钱，总是以很简单的口气对我们说上班不累，总是以很奢侈的方式让我们吃顿饺子，总是以一种很幸福的口吻对我们说拥有我们这样的孩子，他高兴。
翻开历史的画卷，感恩的故事举不胜举：古有子路养亲远负米，陆绩念母怀丹橘……今有田世国为母_脏，邹尊喜背父上大学……
这一个个故事让我们感动，更让我们惭愧。朋友们，感恩我们的父母吧!父母的一生可能是平凡的，平凡得让我们无法在别人面前谈起;父母的一生可能是清贫的，清贫得让我们不愿在众人面前夸赞炫耀;父母的一生可能是普通的，普通的就像一块随处可见的鹅卵石。可就是这样的双亲，在你跌倒的时候，扶你起来，教你站立，指引你一步步走向成功。
朋友们，让我们铭记父母的恩情，感恩父母的养育。风雨人生路，让感恩与你我同行!
谢谢大家!
感恩父母
亲爱的父亲：
你们好!
想想你的背影，我感受了坚韧;抚摸你的双手，我摸到了艰辛;不知不觉你鬓角露了白发，不声不响你眼角上添了皱纹;我的父亲啊，最疼爱我的人;人间的甘甜有十分，您只尝了三分;我爱你，我的父亲……
父亲，你已经睡了吗?此刻我突然想起你，太多话，却无从说起……那些伤害你的话和年少轻狂的想法，你是否会原谅我……
我躺在宿舍，想起我的父亲，回校前我与他闹了个变扭，因为在上周我听母亲说，父亲下周末会带我去庙会，庙会啊，从前都是父亲独自一人去的，这次是庙会举办方给了父亲一桌位置，我为此深感自豪与兴奋，可，因我叔叔的独自做主而多请了客人，父亲他竟然委屈我，将我的位置让出来!我一气之下拒绝了父亲让我坐添座的建议，我认为，那是我向奶奶哭诉得来的，我不稀罕!我越想越不舒服，就好像心中有一团期望的火，可，一盆冷水下来，就只剩下难过的青烟，熏得我双眼发红……
但我又想到我回校时对父亲的怒骂与吃里扒外，愚蠢白痴，不配为人父等伤害父亲的话，就好生矛盾……
到了周三，我照列去门卫那取饭，这是我上初三每周三，母亲特意想给我补充营养的，不过每次都是父亲亲自送过来，我因老师留堂晚了半小时，我来到门卫处，抬头，毒花花的太阳光舔着地面，每一个角度都像是火镜的焦点，父亲站在栅栏外，满头大汗，他来到我面前，熟练的将食盒递给我，他微笑着说回去吧，转身我泪湿眼底……
我突然觉得很对不起我的父亲，他是男人，情感自然不如母亲细腻，但，他像屋，遮挡了一切风雨;他像坑，掩埋了一切委屈;他像山，宽容了一切不应该……父亲节演讲稿
我的父亲为方，我不应该啊，不应该斤斤计较，不应该自私自利，不应该出言不敬，更不应该质疑父亲的爱……
总是向父亲索取，却不曾说谢谢你;直到长大以后，才懂得你不容易;每次离开总是，装做轻松的样子;微笑着说回去吧，转身泪湿眼底……
时光时光慢些吧，不要再让父亲再变老了;我愿用我一切，换父亲岁月长留;一生要强的父亲，我能为你做些什么?微不足道的关心收下吧，谢谢你做的一切;双手撑起我们的家，总是竭尽所有，把的给我，我是你的骄傲吗?还在为我而担心吗?你牵挂的孩子啊，长大啦!我的父亲啊!
我的演讲完毕，谢谢大家!
感恩父母
亲爱的老师、同学们：
大家好!
我今天演讲的题目是“感恩的心”。
感恩是一种美德，是一种历史悠久的精神遗产。它的源泉则是如溪水般长流的爱。回忆历史，我们总被这样的故事感动着：古代孟母，为了儿子能够成大业，不惜三次迁居，为后人留下了“孟母三迁”的佳话。近代，著名抗日将领马敬斋的母亲，她被捕后，面对日本人的威胁，毫不畏惧，毅然让儿子继续抗日，随后绝食而死。
我的妈妈是平凡的，但，是她在一个微风吹拂的早晨给了我无比的生命;是她在横风斜雨的人生道路上，给了我前进的力量;是她，在我遭到挫折时，给了我自信;又是她，在我骄傲自满时教会了我谦逊。辛苦虽然夺走了她美妙的歌喉，可她的每句话都是我心中的金言绝韵，是母亲用自己付出的行动告诉了我一个最平凡的道理：爱是无私的奉献。
现在的我已懂得:感恩，是心与心的撞击，它可以迸发出爱的火花，我真诚的希望天下儿女都有一颗感恩的心
感恩父母
Hello, everyone.
" Dad, Mom" is a very kind call, fatherly motherly love, a contains unlimited touching words. In this world, only the mother's love for her children is the most sincere, the most selfless. However, parents know love, parents know dedication, why can't we have a heart of Thanksgiving？ Therefore, the topic of my speech today is "the heart of thanksgiving".
Thanksgiving is a virtue, is a long history of cultural heritage. Its source is like the flowing streams of love. Memories of history, we were so touched by the story of a mother to son: ancient, can become the big industry, at three moves, for future generations to leave" told " the story. In modern times, a well-known anti-Japanese general Ma Jingzhai 's mother, she was arrested, the face of the Japanese threat, without fear, decided to allow her son to the war of resistance against Japan, then fast to death. Ma Jingzhai wrote the" great mother, live on in spirit, son of bearing mother, continue to struggle.". This one case, a hymn to love, do not reflect a mother do great？
My mother is an ordinary, but, she is in a breezy morning gave me life; she is in transverse oblique rain on the road of life, gave me strength; she is, in my setbacks, gave me confidence; and she was, in my be big with pride when my humble church. From the bottom of my grateful to her for years, although lost her youth and beauty, but she in my mind forever is Cupid, aphrodite. Hard although took her beautiful singing voice, but her every word is in my heart Jin Yan rhyme, it is the mother of its own actions tell me one of the most common sense: love is selfless dedication.
Remember the summer morning, it was raining hard, I said:" my mother, the rain is so big, don't go to school, " she said, holding the umbrella, said:" so little rain, will scare you, quickly, come on!" Said mother squat body, wait for me, I hesitate to say:" Mom, don't get me," because I know that, mom's leg was not good, but the day before yesterday just had a cold, my mother said with a smile:" are you afraid of her mother to carry you？" I laughed, resigned over mother strong back, rain hit the ground, they have numerous blisters, I hold up the umbrella, tightly over the mother's back, mother in the rain with a deep, shallow kick to move forward, she said:" umbrella the next play, or wet your back." I cried, I cannot find the words to describe the feelings at the time, the very next day, mother's illness, but she said happily:" you did not catch a cold!"
I know, our happiness is the smile on your face, our pain is your eyes deep sorrow. We can go far, far away, but never go out of your mind the square, what affects my soul, always inspire me is your sincere and selfless love, you are like the world all mothers love their children. I wish to be a cup of tea, you thirsty, let you drink, I would like to turn into a breeze, blowing your because of the work and sweat, but, I am not, I can only give you every end of herbal tea, give you fan. Can you forgive me？
Now I know: Thanksgiving, is the heart and the heart of the impact, which can burst out of the spark of love, I sincerely hope that all children have a thankful heart.
