二十年前我十几岁时,母亲在睡梦中去世了。我搬进了一间窄小的公寓,每天打3份零工才够勉强度日,有时甚至还要卖掉首饰付房租。一天晚上我疲倦地回到家,煮了面条在旧餐桌边坐下,拿起叉子——突然我停住了,想起母亲一直要我在饭前说的感恩的话。于是,我大声说道:“感谢上苍赐予我健康和对美好明天的希望。”顿时,我心中涌起一股暖流。于是,我打算每天都要感恩。我努力工作,追寻着梦 Twenty years ago when I was a teenager my mother passed away in her sleep. I moved into a small apartment, working three odd jobs a day and I managed to sell my jewelry for rent. One evening I went home tiredly, boiled noodles and sat down at the old table, picked up my fork - and suddenly I stopped, remembering the mothers’ words of gratitude that I had been saying before my meal. So, I said aloud: “Thank God for giving me health and hope for a better tomorrow. ” Suddenly, my heart filled with warmth. So, I intend to be grateful every day. I work hard and pursue the dream