Migrants reap a bumper harvest -喷码标识

by v75c7x4j2r on 2012-02-04 15:21:49

There is something called snow in the world, it falls from the sky and melts when it hits the ground; There is something called love in this world, born of attraction, and blended in sublimation; Among friends, there is one who is you, met by chance, and lasting forever. Happy Thanksgiving Day. When eating at Ajisen Ramen in Soho Modern City, if I hadn't received this text message, I wouldn't have even known that today is Thanksgiving Day. Thanksgiving Day is actually a Christian religious holiday, so I specifically looked up its origin. At the end of the 16th century and the beginning of the 17th century, the British Puritans were persecuted. In September 1620, 102 Puritans boarded the "Mayflower" sailing ship and arrived at Plymouth Harbor in the United States on December 26th, but these immigrants could not adapt to the local environment at all. After the first winter, only 50 people survived. In the spring of the second year, the local Indians gave them many necessities and taught them how to cultivate on this land. That autumn, the immigrants had a great harvest. At the end of November, the immigrants invited the Indians to share delicacies made from corn, pumpkins, turkeys, etc., thanking them for their help and thanking God for giving them a great harvest. In 1863, U.S. President Lincoln designated it as a national holiday and specified that the fourth Thursday of each November would be America's Thanksgiving Day. On this day, after careful reflection, I want to thank my parents first. They are ordinary yet kind, simple and hardworking. They always give me strength and confidence when I am down and desperate. They may not use elegant language, but they express their deep love for me, for their daughter, with the most simple actions. Thank you, mom and dad! I want to thank my friends, YF, GYY, ChenY, GYD, PX... Always, when I feel helpless and sad about the world's coldness and utilitarianism, your sincerity and care, your smiles, your warm hands, or even your silent gaze, make me grateful. Thank you, my most sincere and beloved friends! I want to thank every fateful encounter and acquaintance, thank every passing and smile, thank every laughter and cry, thank for watching the Indonesian movie "Little Shoes" again on the movie channel last week which still moved me to tears, thank for reading the biography of Buddha Sakyamuni written by Master Xingyun, thank for the music of Xu Wei and Club 8 that accompany me while writing every day... Suddenly, I realize that there are so many people and things I want to thank. For you, my gratitude is mostly silently kept in my heart. Here, I just want to deeply whisper these names in my heart, wishing you happiness, joy, health, and beauty! This article is from: http://www.szreading.com Related theme articles: "Happy '10.1' - Inkjet Printer Brand", "Interesting Jokes About Love and Marriage - Shanghai Inkjet Printer".