【诗歌】学会感恩诗歌：说一声谢谢

把那句谢谢说出口

太阳爬上窗台的时候，我睁开眼，第一句想说出口的话，是厨房里有锅铲在唱歌的谢谢。

妈妈的笑像一个小太阳，别在我的书包带上，一路暖到学校门口。

上课铃响了，老师的粉笔在黑板上跳舞，跳出字母，也跳出鬓边的白。老师，谢谢您。

同桌把橡皮推过来的一半，同学把水壶递过来的那一秒，我都看着他们的眼睛说谢谢，看见笑从他们的眼角开出来。

放学下雨了，爸爸蹲下背来说上来吧，我搂紧他的脖子，那个拥抱比屋顶还暖和。

奶奶的手在冬天裂了小口，爷爷的蒲扇摇过一整个夏天，我走过去说谢谢你们疼我，再把他们抱得紧紧的。

从前我把谢谢藏在心里，觉得不好意思说。那天我把它说出口，听见的人笑了，我的心也跟着亮了一路。

谢谢是一粒小种子，说出口，就落进别人的心里，发芽出一朵微笑。

谢谢是一簇小火苗，说出口，就从我的嘴边传到你的脸上，点亮两个酒窝。

谢谢是一对小翅膀，说出口，听见它的人，都能往上飞一点点。

现在每天早上，我都对妈妈说谢谢，妈妈的笑比晨光还亮。

每次下课，我都对老师说谢谢，老师眼里的累就飞走了。

每次回家，我都对爸爸妈妈说谢谢，再张开手臂，给他们一个大大的拥抱。

拥抱很短，只有几秒钟；拥抱很长，长到够我一整天都暖着。

拥抱很小，只装得下一个怀抱；拥抱很大，大得能装下一家人。

把谢谢说出口吧，让我们嘴里的笑，开成别人脸上的笑。

把谢谢说出口吧，让我们怀里的拥抱，暖透每一个平常的日子。

谢谢妈妈，谢谢爸爸，谢谢老师，谢谢每一个对我微笑的人。

我把谢谢这两个字种在今天，用微笑浇水，让它长成一个大大的拥抱。

Saying That Thank You Out Loud

When the sun climbs onto the windowsill, I open my eyes, and the first words I want to say out loud are thank you to the kitchen where the spatula is singing.

The smile of my mother is like a little sun, pinned to the strap of my schoolbag, warming me all the way to the school gate.

The class bell rings, and the chalk of my teacher dances on the blackboard, dancing out letters and dancing out the white at her temples. Thank you, teacher.

The half eraser my deskmate pushes over, the second my classmate hands me the water bottle, I look into their eyes and say thank you, and I see a smile bloom at the corner of their eyes.

It rains after school. My father crouches down and says climb on my back. I hold his neck tight, and that hug is warmer than a roof.

The hands of my grandmother crack little openings in winter, and the palm-leaf fan of my grandfather waved through a whole summer. I walk over and say thank you for loving me, then hold them in a tight hug.

Once I hid my thank you in my heart and felt too shy to say it. The day I spoke it out loud, the person who heard it smiled, and my heart stayed bright all the way home.

Thank you is a tiny seed. Speak it out loud, and it falls into the heart of another person and sprouts a smile.

Thank you is a small flame. Speak it out loud, and it travels from my lips to your face and lights up two dimples.

Thank you is a pair of little wings. Speak it out loud, and everyone who hears it can fly up just a little.

Now every morning I say thank you to my mother, and her smile is brighter than the morning light.

After every class I say thank you to my teacher, and the tiredness in her eyes flies away.

Every time I get home I say thank you to my mother and father, then open my arms and give them a big hug.

A hug is short, only a few seconds. A hug is long, long enough to keep me warm the whole day.

A hug is small, small enough to hold only an embrace. A hug is big, big enough to hold a whole family.

Say the thank you out loud, and let the smile in our mouths bloom into the smile on the face of another person.

Say the thank you out loud, and let the hug in our arms warm every ordinary day.

Thank you, mother. Thank you, father. Thank you, teacher. Thank you, everyone who smiled at me.

I plant the two words of thank you in today, water them with a smile, and let them grow into one big hug.

听见谢谢的人

我是一个孩子，可是今天，我想替那些听见谢谢的人说话。

清晨，一个孩子仰起脸对我说：妈妈，谢谢你做早饭。我手里的勺子一下子变得很轻，心里像被太阳晒过的棉被。

他不知道，一个妈妈听见谢谢的时候，嘴角会自己翘起来，压都压不住。

课间，一个孩子看着我的眼睛说：老师，谢谢你教我。我粉笔灰的手指头忽然不酸了，黑板上的字好像也变乖了。

他不知道，一个老师听见谢谢的时候，会偷偷把微笑藏进眼镜片后面，等转过身再让它跑出来。

校门口，一个孩子摘下我的帽子鞠一躬：伯伯，谢谢你开门。我站了三十年岗，第一次觉得门把手是热的。

他不知道，一个门卫听见谢谢的时候，腰板挺得比升旗那天还直。

车上，一个孩子下车前回头喊：叔叔，谢谢你停得稳。我握了二十年方向盘，第一次想把这个刹车记一辈子。

他不知道，一个司机听见谢谢的时候，后视镜里的眼睛会弯成两座小桥。

放学了，那个孩子跑回家，张开手臂抱住我：妈妈，今天我把谢谢说给了好多人听。我蹲下来，把他抱得紧紧的，抱得像一整天的疲惫都放了假。

孩子，你不知道你有多了不起。你说出的每一句谢谢，都变成了一个微笑，落在陌生人的脸上。

你说出的每一句谢谢，都变成了一个拥抱，住进我们的心里，一住就是一整天。

我们是大人们，是妈妈、老师、伯伯、叔叔。我们不好意思总说谢谢，可我们一直在等你的那一句。

你的谢谢很小，小得像一颗糖；我们含在嘴里，甜到下班，甜到回家。

你的微笑很轻，轻得像一片云；我们托在手上，举过了一整天的累。

你的拥抱很短，短得像一声鸟叫；我们记在心里，长得过了一整个冬天。

所以孩子，别把谢谢藏起来。你每说一次，就有一个人偷偷高兴一次。

你每说一次，就有一个人把微笑送给下一个人，把拥抱带回家给自己的孩子。

你看，一句谢谢说出口，全世界的微笑和拥抱，就多了一圈。

The Ones Who Heard Thank You

I am a child. But today, I want to speak for the grown-ups who heard the thank yous.

In the morning, a child lifts his face and says to me: Mother, thank you for making breakfast. The spoon in my hand suddenly turns light, and my heart feels like a quilt left out in the sun.

He does not know that when a mother hears thank you, the corners of her mouth curl up by themselves, and no hand can press them down.

Between classes, a child looks into my eyes and says: Teacher, thank you for teaching me. My chalk-dusted fingers stop aching all at once, and the words on the blackboard seem to behave better.

He does not know that when a teacher hears thank you, she hides a smile behind her glasses and lets it run out only after she turns around.

At the school gate, a child takes off my cap and bows: Sir, thank you for opening the door. I have stood at this gate for thirty years, and for the first time the door handle feels warm.

He does not know that when a gatekeeper hears thank you, he straightens his back straighter than on flag-raising day.

On the bus, a child turns back before getting off and calls out: Driver, thank you for stopping so steadily. I have held a steering wheel for twenty years, and for the first time I want to remember this brake for life.

He does not know that when a driver hears thank you, the eyes in his mirror bend into two little bridges.

After school, that child runs home, opens his arms and hugs me: Mother, today I said thank you to so many people. I squat down and hold him tight, holding as if all the tiredness of the day had taken a holiday.

Child, you do not know how wonderful you are. Every thank you you spoke turned into a smile and landed on the face of a grown-up.

Every thank you you spoke turned into a hug that moved into our hearts and stayed the whole day long.

We are the grown-ups: mothers, teachers, uncles at the gate, drivers. We are too shy to keep saying thank you, but we have always been waiting for yours.

Your thank you is small, small as a candy; we hold it in our mouths, sweet until after work, sweet until we get home.

Your smile is light, light as a cloud; we carry it in our palms, lifting it over a whole day of tiredness.

Your hug is short, short as a bird call; we keep it in our hearts, and it lasts through a whole winter.

So child, do not hide your thank you. Every time you say it, some grown-up secretly rejoices once.

Every time you say it, some grown-up hands a smile to the next person, and carries a hug home to his own child.

You see, when one thank you is spoken out loud, the smiles and hugs of the whole world make one more round.