感恩的心是公平的，不论你是家财万贯的大富豪，还是贫困无助的穷苦人，感恩的心永远是正直的。只要你对世界怀有一颗感恩的心，你的精神就是最富有的。下面是小编收集的感恩节的英语作文，欢迎大家阅读欣赏!

　　【滴水之恩，当涌泉相报】

　　The ancients had a saying: dripping, the smallest favor. In this world, there are many people who grace to us, such as parents, friends, classmates, colleagues, leadership, men, government, society and so on. Our life, health, property and every day we enjoy the air, sunlight, water, everyone should be in the list of our thanksgiving. So, despite the suffering can not forget that evil must be punished, but we really should Huaikang grateful heart and efforts to return the kindness of those who give us the organization and people. So, I hope to have a debt of gratitude section.

　　Gratitude Day, I took out the papers, fine gifts, all aspects of the awards, to the front of the teachers. Return to his alma mater's grace, because I grew up you nurture teachers. Gratitude Day, I brought a silk banner, came to the government building, in return for the government's grace, because the government offered me a peace order, protect us from chaos.

　　Gratitude Day, I can hold the money to contribute to society, to return to the community of grace, because society gave me such a wonderful time and free-living stage.

　　Gratitude to our own fault or offense heartfelt repentance and the initiative to accept the deserved punishment; gratitude and sufficient to dilute the rancor in our hearts and very narrow overflow hate, gratitude can also help us through the greatest pain and suffering, with grateful hearts, we will gradually forgive those who had grudges and you even touch your heart hurts for those people. With grateful hearts, we are in a grateful world can live. Please everyone that put this gratitude into action it, in the gratitude section, you have to repay every grace of the people.

　　I hope that the calendar can have a debt of gratitude on the card section, so that everyone is full of gratitude, also Nov. 24 to pay the debt of gratitude to whom section action. So that the whole world is full of love.

　　【难忘的感恩节】

　　It's Thanksgiving morning, 2007, and before I start wailing about what isn't right in my life, I think I should give thanks for what is right. First of all, of course, would be my husband, children and their children, without whom life would be empty for me. I often think how sad it would be, to be alone in this world. Then I thought back to the days when my children were finally giving me some long-awaited grandchildren. That, I hoped, guaranteed I'd have little ones around for a lot of years to give me lots of love and hugs. I thought back to my stress-free feelings at that time...

　　Grandchildren have a way of bringing life back into our lives. Mine do - all fifteen of them. In a world of so many lonely people, I feel blessed that my life is filled with happy, energetic progeny; all so different, yet defined by drops of my DNA. I often look at them with utter amazement - that from my genes (okay, maybe a few others) these rarefied beings sprang forth.

　　When our children get married, how we yearn for that first grandchild. How we look with envy (and secretly dislike) our friends who made the Big G before we did. Those mean-spirited grandmothers who whip out strings of pictures as long as a football field; how they drone on and on about their Mensa Club-intellect grandchildren, and prattle on about the little cherub's accomplishments, ad nauseam.

　　But, oh, when ours do come along, it's so different. No grandchild has ever been as beautiful at birth, as attentive and wide-eyed; even the birth weight and length become things to crow about. All of a sudden we're sporting a backpack stuffed with pictures in every conceivable pose known to man.

　　But, aside from this constant need to push pictures of our grandchild into our friend's faces, there is something else grandmothers have in common. After interviewing many women on the feelings they experienced at their grandchild's birth, the final consensus was this: we all had an overwhelming emotional pull, but also a feeling of complete stress-free contentment.

　　Did we feel this same emotional pull when our children were born? Well, if we did it was smothered under anxiety and the fear of what to do with this baby when the nurse told us to get up so someone else could occupy the bed.

　　I think I've come up with a reasonable answer for this stress. As young mothers giving birth, we came face to face with this small blob of protoplasm and had no clue where to start. They might as well have put a blindfold over our eyes when they handed us this warm, stuffed blanket and wheeled us toward the hospital exit: "Goodbye. Good Luck!"

　　Unfortunately, babies don't come with How-To books. There's no user's manual with instructions on operating this howling little person. No tag dangling from a tiny pink toe with instructions on care.

　　Now enter the grandmother. Here is this same tiny blob of protoplasm, only now it doesn't fall on grandma's shoulders to see that this child survives, walks, talks, eats, sleeps, matures into a perfect citizen, and is socially acceptable. We leave the hospital after visiting hours full of emotion, full of love, but absolutely free of stress.

　　As the baby grows from infant to toddler, we hold them close to inhale their milky-moist breath, search their faces for any resemblance of our own children, ourselves, our DNA. And it is totally stress-free. We get to love them, cuddle them, spoil them, and then send them home to the responsible party from whence they came.

　　At the end of a visit, how we hate to give up these soft, precious creations of God. We can taste their hello and goodbye kisses long after they've delivered them. How we look forward with such anticipation to see them again. We allow them to do things we never allowed our own children to get away with, which is pointed out to us by our children on a regular basis.

　　And, if this child develops traits not to our liking, well, of course we are duty-bound to tell their parents how we would have handled that in our day.

　　But, alas, children grow. And, we are only humans - albeit older humans. I doubt there's a grandparent who will ever admit to this, but after a weekend of running after the precious little toddlers, tripping over their toys, watching our spotless homes fill with smudges, drips and scuffs, the inimitable words of the late Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. come to mind as the taillights disappear down the street: "Free at last, free at last. . ."

　　Fast-forward a few years, and guess who takes credit for all the grandchildren's accomplishments? Of course - we do. Where else would that child have inherited that porcelain skin, that thick head of hair, that high I.Q.?

　　Fast-forward again. As we age, so do our grandchildren. But our love is unflagging. Now it seems there is scarcely any time for grandma. But we know we can catch a peek at them on a baseball diamond, soccer field, or class play, if only just to crow to the stranger sitting next to us "...that's my grandchild!"

　　Next in this voyage to adulthood comes the dating game. Grandma Who? We might get calls every now and then asking if they can drop by to show us a new prom dress or a tux, their school pictures or report cards. Can we sew up a quickie little item for a school play or dance class? - it won't take long, Grammy. Or, "...ah Grams, got any extra bread?" As I head for the kitchen it dawns on me ... oh, that kind of bread - then I head for my purse.

　　I had an eye-opener on how one of my grandchildren views me: I was attending a ball game where my youngest grandson was playing. At the end of the game he came running up to me oozing sweat and smiles. "Grams, did you see the great throws I made? Did you see my home runs?"

　　"I did, honey. You were great. Are you going to keep playing baseball?"

　　"Heck yeah," he answered, without hesitation. "When I'm older I'm gonna play Pro ball."

　　I was most impressed. "How wonderful," I said. "You know professional ballplayers make a lot of money. You can take care of Grams in my old age."

　　He thought about that for a second, looked me straight in the eye and replied, "But Grams, you're already old and I'm only eight!"

　　Oh, all right, maybe I'll have to depend on some of my older grandchildren to help me in my dotage. But, I thank God everyday that I have them to depend on - for stress-free love.