【学习心得】学会感恩学习心得500字：把感恩变成行动

一张贴在文具盒里的行动清单

周一的数学课上，我卡在那道方程题已经十二分钟了。同桌周洋把他的橡皮和草稿纸推过来，用铅笔尖点着题目说，把左边那个数移到右边就变号。他讲得很快，铅笔在纸上划了两行，我照着做，答案对了。我小声说谢谢，他把纸抽回去，继续听课，好像刚才那两分钟根本没有发生过。

放学路上我一直在想这件事。他帮我只用了两分钟，我除了谢谢什么都没做。光说谢谢有什么用呢，第二天大家还是会忘记。回到家，我撕下半张作业纸，写下三行字，贴在文具盒的盖子里侧：每天给周洋带一块糖；他的草稿纸用旧了，我用零花钱给他换一本新的；他来问题，我不可以说我也没学懂。我给它起了个名字，叫感恩行动清单。

贴上去的第一天和第二天很容易，糖就在书包侧兜里。第三天我忘了，第四天糖吃完了没买，周五周洋拿一道计算题来问我，我正看漫画书，随口说了句我也没学懂。话出口我就后悔了。晚上我把清单撕下来，重新贴好，在最后一行添了一句：做不到的时候，想想那道方程题。

从那天起清单换过三张。糖从一天一块变成一周一次，草稿纸买了两回，周洋问我题我不再说没学懂，讲不懂就一起翻书找例题。他大概以为我忽然变好了，没多问。期中复习那一周，他反过来帮我背了五天公式，每天放学前抽问一遍，错一个第二天重来。我问他怎么也背，他说反正顺路。我知道顺路不是真的顺路，他坐在我对面。

文具盒里那张清单上周撕掉了，最后一张我夹进了日记本。现在每遇到帮过自己的人，我还是会撕半张纸，写下还能为他做的三件事，贴起来。清单上的事都不大，一块糖、一本纸、一道题讲耐心一点。可坚持做下去的时候，我觉得自己配得上那句谢谢。这就是我这个学期最大的心得：感恩在我这儿，从一句话，变成了一张清单，又变成了一段习惯。

An Action List Inside My Pencil Case

On Monday math class, I was stuck on the same equation problem for twelve minutes. My deskmate Zhou Yang pushed his eraser and scratch paper over to me, tapping the problem with his pencil tip and saying that the number on the left changes sign when it moves to the right. He explained fast, his pencil running two lines across the paper. I followed his steps and got the right answer. I whispered thank you. He took the paper back and kept listening to the lesson, as if those two minutes had never happened.

On the way home I kept thinking about it. He spent two minutes helping me, and I did nothing beyond saying thanks. What good does a bare thank you do? By the next day everyone would forget. When I got home I tore half a sheet of homework paper, wrote three lines on it, and stuck it inside the lid of my pencil case: bring Zhou Yang one candy every day; when his scratch paper runs out, buy him a new pad with my pocket money; when he asks a question, never say I do not know either. I named it my gratitude action list.

The first two days were easy; the candy sat in the side pocket of my schoolbag. On the third day I forgot. On the fourth day the candy ran out and I did not buy more. On Friday Zhou Yang came with a calculation problem while I was reading a comic book, and I blurted out that I did not understand it either. I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. That night I took the list off, stuck it back neatly, and added one line at the bottom: when you fail, think of that equation problem.

Since then the list has been replaced three times. The candy went from one a day to one a week, the scratch paper was bought twice, and I stopped saying I do not know when Zhou Yang asks. If I cannot explain it, we open the book and find a worked example together. He probably thought I had simply become nicer, and never asked. During the week before the midterm review, he helped me memorize formulas for five days, quizzing me before school ended each afternoon, one mistake means repeating it the next day. I asked him why he bothered. He said it was on his way anyway. I know his seat is right across from mine.

I removed the last list from my pencil case last week and pressed it into my diary. Now, whenever someone helps me, I still tear off half a sheet of paper and write three things I can do for them, then stick it up. The items are small: one candy, one pad of paper, one patient explanation. But as I keep doing them, I feel I deserve that thank you. That is my biggest lesson this term: gratitude turned from a sentence into a list, and then into a habit.

我的感恩周记：从被扶着到扶着别人

十月十二日。今天作文发下来，我的本子上全是红笔。赵老师没有像别人那样只写语句不通四个字，她在每一段旁边都写了一小段可以照着改的示范，末尾还有一句：你的观察很好，可惜句子没跟上眼睛。放学后她把我叫到走廊，举着我的本子，一段一段问：这里你当时听到什么了？听到什么就写什么。她陪我把第三段重写成了一遍，晚自习的铃都响过了。

十月十九日。这周我开始写感恩周记，班主任说心得不用写空话，记自己做了什么就行。我在第一页写下赵老师那句句子没跟上眼睛，也写下我打算做的事：同桌林小满听写总是错，她爸妈在夜市摆摊，没人给她念词。我要每周二和周四放学，给她念两遍本单元的词，念完对答案，错的第二天再念。我把计划写在周记上，就当是立了字据。

十一月二日。计划执行到第三周，出了岔子。上周四我赶着去打球，念词念得飞快，小满一半没写对，她没说什么，只是把本子合上了。周六我在周记里骂了自己一句，重新排时间：先念词，再打球，念不完就不去球场。这周我们对了三十七个词，她错了四个，比上周少一半。

十一月三十日。今天听写，小满错了两个词，老师念到难词的时候她自己先笑了一下。放学她给我看她记词的卡片，背面画了我们俩，一个举着书，一个捂着耳朵。她说下个月她妈收摊早，要请我吃一次炸串。我在周记里写：本来是我还赵老师的情，怎么变成我和小满互相还了。

十二月十四日。坚持到第十一周了。中间我病过两天，小满自己把词抄好放在我桌角，等我好了再补念。今天赵老师抽查作文，念了小满的一段当范文，她讲的时候眼睛往我们这边看了一眼。我在周记最后一页写心得：被人在放学后扶着走过一段路的人，会一直记得那只手。我做的那点事，离她陪我的那个晚上差得远，可我把它坚持下来了，就像她当年要求我的那样，句子跟上眼睛，行动跟上谢谢。

My Gratitude Weekly Journal: From Being Supported to Supporting Others

October 12. My essays came back today, and mine was covered in red pen. Teacher Zhao did not just write the four words poor expression the way others do. Beside every paragraph she wrote a short model rewrite, and at the end she added: your observation is good, it is a pity the sentences could not keep up with your eyes. After school she called me into the corridor, held up my notebook, and asked paragraph by paragraph: what did you hear at that moment? Write down exactly what you heard. She stayed with me while I rewrote the third paragraph, and the evening study bell rang before we finished.

October 19. This week I started a gratitude journal. Our homeroom teacher said reflections should record what you actually did, not empty words. On the first page I wrote down the line from Teacher Zhao about sentences and eyes, and also the plan I had made: my deskmate Lin Xiaoman always fails dictation. Her parents run a night market stall, and nobody reads the words to her at home. Every Tuesday and Thursday after school, I will read the unit vocabulary to her twice, check the answers with her, and re-read the wrong ones the next day. I wrote the plan in my journal, as if signing a promise.

November 2. Three weeks in, and I made a mess of it. Last Thursday I was in a hurry to play basketball and read the words far too fast; Xiaoman got half of them wrong. She said nothing, she just closed her notebook. On Saturday I scolded myself in the journal and rearranged the time: words first, basketball second, no court until the reading is done. This week we checked thirty-seven words, and she missed only four, half of last week.

November 30. Today in dictation Xiaoman missed two words, and when the teacher reached the hardest one she laughed first. After school she showed me her vocabulary cards; on the back she had drawn the two of us, one holding a book up, one covering an ear. She said next month her mother will close the stall early and treat me to fried skewers. I wrote in my journal: I started this to repay Teacher Zhao, and somehow it turned into Xiaoman and me repaying each other.

December 14. Eleven weeks now. I was sick for two days in the middle, and Xiaoman copied the words herself and left them at the corner of my desk, waiting until I recovered so I could finish reading them. Today Teacher Zhao checked essays in class and read a paragraph from Xiaoman as a model. While she read, she glanced toward our seats. On the last page of my journal I wrote my reflection: a person who was once guided along a stretch of road after school never forgets that hand. What I did falls far short of that evening she gave me, but I kept it up, just as she once asked of me: let the sentences catch up with the eyes, and let actions catch up with thank you.