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父亲节英文篇一:关于父亲节的英语作文:我的爸爸My father!_2000字

父亲节英文_关于父亲节的英语作文:我的爸爸My father!_2000字

There is always a brilliant image living in my heart. That is my dear father. Seen through the eyes of many other people, father seems to be a very ordinary person. But he is quite extraordinary in my eyes, I have never lost my wonder at his good-personalities such as diligence, devotion, care, optimism ever since my childhood.
Being a farmer, father works very hard in the fields all the year round. He works from dawn till dusk every day and even till midnight when it is the harvest season. He seldom enjoys leisure with other farmers even if the farm work is not much. He chooses to live a busy life with reluctance to stop for a while.
Father devotes all himself to our family. As we are poor, he always tries his best to support our family and afford the tuitions for my brother and me. For the whole family, for brother and me, he never stops working laboriously in the fields throughout the year. Now he has got a wrinkled face and white hair because of excessive hard work, looking much older and weaker than any other person of his age. In spite of all this, father never complains to us. It is his full devotion that we"re living a better life now. It is his full devotion that both my brother and I are able to study at college.
Father shows much care to us children and my mother as well. Whenever there is any delicious food on the table, he just leaves it to us while he takes the simple one himself. If my brother and I fall ill, he will not hesitate a moment to get some medicine for us or take us to see the doctor. My mother suffers a bad disease. Father looks after her very carefully. He never lets mother do any heavy work both at home and in the field. Mother appreciates him m much that she often praises him as a model husband before others.
Father is a person full of optimism. He never complains about our poor life. He is never frustrated by trouble. He often tells us that everything will be all right if we have enough confidence in life. Due to his optimism, we are all confident to face our life and work.
We all think that father is not in the least an ordinary man. He plays an extraordinary role in my family. We can"t have anything without him. Now I"m pursuing further studies at college far away from father. I miss him very much. And I often see him in my dreams. His great image is deeply carved in my mind.
评语:
  本文作者以朴实的语言充满感情地刻画了父亲的不平凡的形象,分别从四个不同的角度描述了父亲的勤劳、奉献、关爱和乐观。内容真实感人,行文简洁流畅,结构清晰,组织有条有理,首尾呼应,给读者以强烈的感染力。
  作者用词简洁精确,并能很好地尝试一些新学的词汇及表达,使简洁的行。文更为生动。作者没有运用太多复杂的句式,但能适当运用介词短语、分词结构、强调及重复的手法,恰到好处  地突出了行文句式的变化,使文章更耐读。
 

父亲节英文篇二:父亲节英语作文:爸爸,父亲节快乐(Happy Fathers Day,Dad)_3000字

父亲节英文_父亲节英语作文:爸爸,父亲节快乐(Happy Fathers Day,Dad)_3000字

Dear Dad,
  Today I was at the shopping mall and I spent a lot of time reading the Father’s Day cards. They all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how I feel about you. Yet as I selected and read, and selected and read again, it occurred to me that not a single card said what I really want to say to you.
  You’ll soon be 84 years old, Dad, and you and I will have had 55 Father’s Days together. I haven’t always been with you on Father’s Day nor have I been with you for all of your birthdays. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you. I’ve always been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.
  亲爱的爸爸:
  今天我在商场的时候, 我读了好长时间的有关“父亲节”的贺卡。那些卡片上面的文字很特别,也或多或少地表达出了我对您的感受。我挑选读过一次后,又挑选读了一遍,但那并不是一张贺卡所能表达出我想对您说的话的。
  爸爸,很快您就要84岁了,您和我也将度过这第55个“父亲节”。“父亲节”的那天,我总是不能和您在一起,连您过生日的时候我也是这样,但这并不是因为我不想陪在您身边。其实,在我心里,我总是和您在一起。不过,有的时候,生活也会有差错。
  You know, Dad, there was a time when we were not only separated by the generation gap but completely polarized by it. You stood on one side of the Great Divide and I on the other, father and daughter split apart by age and experience, opinions, hairstyles, cosmetics, clothing, curfews, music, and boys.
  The Father-Daughter Duel of ’54 shifted into high gear when you taught me to drive the old Dodge and I decided I would drive the ‘54 Chevy whether you liked it or not. The police officer who escorted me home after you reported the Chevy stolen late one evening was too young to understand father-daughter politics and too old to have much tolerance for a snotty 16 year old. You were so decent about it, Dad, and I think that was probably what made it the worst night of my life.
  Our relationship improved immensely when I married a man you liked, and things really turned around when we begin making babies right and left. We didn’t have a television set, you know, and we had to entertain ourselves somehow. I didn’t know what to expect of you and Mom as grandparents but I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Those babies adored you then just as they adore you now. When I see you with all your grandchildren, I know you’ve given them the finest gift a grandparent can give. You’ve given them yourself.
  爸爸,您也知道,我们父女俩曾有一段时间因为代沟不在一起过,比如年龄、个人阅历、观点、发型、化妆、服装、音乐、作息时间以及男朋友,因为这些,我们的观点也非常对立。您站在“大分离”的一端,我站在“大分离”的另一端。
  那时,您教我学开那部道奇旧车,可我却不管您喜欢不喜欢执意要开雪拂兰’54那辆车。当时,我们父女俩关于雪拂兰汽车的争执也调到了最高挡。可那天晚上,您却报警说雪拂兰车被盗。之后,一个警官把我护送到家,可他太年轻了,根本不明白我们父女俩之间的政治斗争,可他也不小了,对一个16岁的流鼻涕的小孩却没有太多的耐心。爸爸,您倒对这件事处理得很体面,而我想那可能是我一生中最糟糕的一个夜晚吧。
  在我嫁了一个您喜欢的女婿后,我们俩之间的关系才缓和了好多。后来,我们为了好好地生个孩子,就离开了,我们之间的那些事情也就结束了。这事您也知道,我们没有电视机看,我们就只好自娱自乐了。我不知道我还能对作为外公外婆的您和妈妈抱什么期望,但是,不要等到很久我就会找到答案。过去那些孩子热爱您,现在他们还像以前那样热爱您。当我看见您和您的外孙在一起的时候,我知道您都已经给了他们最好的礼物,您把心都掏给他们了。
  Somewhere along the line, the generation gap evaporated. Age separates us now and little else. We agree on most everything, perhaps because we’ve learned there isn’t much worth disagreeing about. However, I would like to mention that fly fishing isn’t all you’ve cracked it up to be, Dad. You can say what you want about wrist action and stance and blah, blah, blah...
  I’ve been happily drifting for a lot of years, Dad, and I didn’t see you getting older.
  I suppose I saw us and our relationship as aging together, rather like a fine wine. Numbers never seemed important. But the oddest thing happened last week. I was at a stop sign and I watched as you turned the corner in your car. It didn’t immediately occur to me that it was you because the man driving looked so elderly and fragile behind the wheel of that huge car. It was rather like a slap in the face delivered from out of nowhere. Perhaps I saw your age for the first time that day. Or maybe I saw my own.
  就是这样,您我之间的代沟慢慢消失了。现在年龄和其它一些问题的差异把您和我分开,可我们在很多事情的上的看法都是一样的,这可能是因为我们明白了没有那么多的事情值得我们争辩吧。然而,我想提示一下的是,爸爸,飞蝇钓鱼是您最喜欢的一种钓法,您可以说些您想做的手腕动作,站姿和一些没有用的话什么的。
  爸爸,虽然我已经漂泊很多年了,但是我很快乐。然而,我却发现您没有变老,还是那么年轻。
  随着年龄的增长,我认和我之间的关系慢慢地融洽了好多,就像是一瓶好酒,越陈越香。家人看起来好像没有一点意义似的,但是,上周发生了一件最奇怪的事情,我站在停车标志旁,看见您开着车要拐弯。可是我并没有立刻反映到那是爸爸您。因为那个人开着车,又在那部大车的车轮后面,就显得他岁数很大,身体也很虚弱的样子。可我却感到不知道从哪里飞来的一记耳光似的重重地打在我的脸上,也许,那是我第一次“看见”您的年龄,也许,只有我自己看见罢了。
  Fifty years ago this spring we planted kohlrabi together in a garden in Charles City, Iowa.
  I didn’t know then that I would remember that day for the rest of my life. This week, we’ll plant kohlrabi together again, perhaps for the last time but I hope not. I don’t understand why planting kohlrabi with you is so important to me but it is. And the funny thing about it is, well, I don’t know quite how to tell you this, Dad...I don’t even like kohlrabi...but I like planting it with you.
  I guess what I’m trying to say, Dad, is what every son and daughter wants to say to their Dad today. Honoring a Father on Father’s Day is about more than a Dad who brings home a paycheck, shares a dinner table, and attends school functions, graduations, and weddings. It isn’t even so much about kohlrabi, ’54 Chevrolets, and fly-fishing. It’s more about unconditionally loving children who are snotty and stubborn, who know everything and won’t listen to anyone. It’s about respect and sharing and acceptance and tolerance and giving and taking. It’s about loving someone more than words can say,and it’s wishing that it never had to end.
  I love you, Dad.
  五十年前的一个春天,我们在依阿华州查理斯市的一个花园一起栽下苤蓝菜。
  当时我也不知道我以后会怀念那一天。这一周,我们还要在一起栽苤蓝菜,这是第二次。也许,这是最后一次,可我并不希望那样。我不明白为什么我和您一起栽苤蓝菜我会感到很有意义,可事实上就有意义。而且,关于这个,有个有意思的事情,可我不知道该怎么和您说这事,爸爸…… 我不喜欢苤蓝菜……但是,我却喜欢和您一起栽苤蓝菜。
  爸爸,我想我想要说的话是每个作儿女的今天想和他们爸爸要说的话。过“父亲节”,给父亲这么一个大的荣誉,决不是因为爸爸给家里挣多少钱,和家人一起共进晚餐,参加学校活动,参加毕业典礼和婚礼的原因,也不止是一起栽苤蓝菜,开雪拂兰’54车和飞蝇钓鱼的事,也不止是您毫无理由地爱那些流鼻涕又很淘气,而且什么都懂,就是不听话的小孩。这就是尊重对方,分享快乐,认同和忍受他人,给予和接受吧,您对别人的爱也是不能用言语来表达的,希望这些永不终止。
  爸爸,我爱您……
 

父亲节英文篇三:父亲节英语范文:In My Father’s Suitcase_3000字

父亲节英文_父亲节英语范文:In My Father’s Suitcase_3000字

  Two years before his death, my father gave me a small suitcase filled with his writings, manuscripts1 and notebooks. Assuming his usual joking, mocking2 air, he told me he wanted me to read them after he was gone, by which he meant after he died.
  A week after he came to my office and left me his suitcase, my father came to pay me another visit; as always, he brought me a bar of chocolate (he had forgotten I was 48 years old). As always, we chatted and laughed about life, politics and family gossip3. A moment arrived when my father’s eyes went to the corner where he had left his suitcase and saw that I had moved it. We looked each other in the eye. There followed a pressing silence. I did not tell him that I had opened the suitcase and tried to read its contents, instead I looked away. But he understood. Just as I understood that he had understood. Just as he understood that I had understood that he had understood. But all this understanding only went so far as it can go in a few seconds. Because my father was a happy, easygoing4 man who had faith in himself: he smiled at me the way he always did. And as he left the house, he repeated all the lovely and encouraging things that he always said to me, like a father.
  As always, I watched him leave, envying5 his happiness, his carefree and unflappable6 temperament. But I remember that on that day there was also a flash of joy inside me that made me ashamed. It was prompted by the thought that maybe I wasn’t as comfortable in life as he was, maybe I had not led as happy or footloose7 a life as he had, but that I had devoted it to writing —you’ve understood... I was ashamed to be thinking such things at my father’s expense. Of all people, my father, who had never been the source of my pain — who had left me free. All this should remind us that writing and literature are intimately linked to a lack at the centre of our lives, and to our feelings of happiness and guilt.
  But my story has a symmetry8 that immediately reminded me of something else that day, and that brought me an even deeper sense of guilt. Twenty-three years before my father left me his suitcase, and four years after I had decided, aged 22, to become a novelist, and, abandoning all else, shut myself up in a room, I finished my first novel, Cevdet Bey and Sons;
  with trembling hands I had given my father a typescript of the still unpublished novel, so that he could read it and tell me what he thought. This was not simply because I had confidence in his taste and his intellect: his opinion was very important to me, because he, unlike my mother, had not opposed my wish to become a writer. At that point, my father was not with us, but far away. I waited impatiently for his return. When he arrived two weeks later, I ran to open the door. My father said nothing, but he at once threw his arms around me in a way that told me he had liked it very much. For a while, we were plunged9 into the sort of awkward silence that so often accompanies moments of great emotion. Then, when we had calmed down and begun to talk, my father resorted to highly charged and exaggerated language to express his confidence in me or my first novel: he told me that one day I would win the prize that I am here to receive with such great happiness.
  He said this not because he was trying to convince me of his good opinion, or to set this prize as a goal; he said it like a Turkish father, giving support to his son, encouraging him by saying, ‘One day you’ll become a pasha10!’ For years, whenever he saw me, he would encourage me with the same words.
  My father died in December of 2002.
  Today, as I stand before the Swedish Academy and the distinguished11 members who have awarded me this great prize — this great honour — and their distinguished guests, I dearly wish he could be amongst us.
  在父亲去世的两年前,他给了我一个小小的手提箱,里面装满了他的作品、手稿和笔记本。他用平常那种搞笑调侃的口吻要我在他走后再看,这个“走”当然说的是他永远走了以后。
  在父亲把箱子留到我办公室一个星期后,他又来看我了;和以往一样,他给我买了巧克力(他忘了我都48岁了)。亦如以往,我们笑谈生活、政治和家庭琐事。后来他的目光落到了他曾放箱子的那个角落,发现箱子被我移动过了。我们四目相对,陷入了令人压抑的沉默。我并没有告诉他我打开了箱子,去看里面的内容,而只是把视线移开了。然而他明白了一切。就像我明白他明白了一样。就像他明白我明白他明白了一样。但所有的明白就在几秒钟之内明白了。因为父亲是一个快乐、随和、心怀信念的人——他只是照例冲我笑了笑。当他离开时,没忘记把他作为父亲该说的那一席亲切的鼓励之词又重复了一遍。
  我也同往日一样,注视着他的离开,无比羡慕他的快乐,他的无忧无虑和他处世不惊的脾气。然而,那天曾闪现在我心头,令我自愧无比的片刻的窃喜依旧记忆犹新。那是由我的这种感觉引起的——可能我没有过父亲那样舒适惬意的生活,也没有他那如此快乐、无拘无束的生活,但我献身于写作了——你明白……想到父亲为这一切所付出的代价,我惭愧极了。在所有的人中,父亲从来不曾给我带来痛苦——他完全让我自由发展。所有这些都应该让我们记住写作和文字都与我们生活中心所缺失的东西紧密相联,与我们的幸福感与负疚感息息相关。
  我的故事同时也相应地提醒我那天还有让我更加内疚的一件事。在父亲留给我他的手提箱的二十三年前,在我从22岁开始决心成为一名小说家而放弃其它一切,把自己关在房间里写作之后的第四年,我完成了第一部小说《杰夫德贝伊与其子》。我用颤抖的手将未出版书的打印稿拿给父亲看,想听取一点他的读后感言。这并不仅仅是因为我对他的品位和智慧深信不已,他的看法对我如此重要,也是因为他不像母亲那样,反对我成为一名作家。在这一点上,父亲比我们看得更远。我迫不及待的等着他的回答。两个星期之后他来了,我跑过去开门。父亲没有说任何话,只是张开手臂给了我一个拥抱,用这种方式告诉我他非常非常喜欢这部作品。一时之间,我们陷入了那种令人尴尬的沉默中,那种时常伴随着重大情绪或起或落的沉默。后来,等我们平静下来开始说话,他用了一种情感激荡而夸张的语言对我和我的小说表达了他强烈的信心:他告诉我,终将会有一天,我会像在此时此地一样,带着如此巨大的喜悦接受奖项。
  他说这话并不是为了试图要我相信他对我的好评,或是把这个奖项作为我的目标;他说这翻话就像一位土耳其父亲那样给予儿子支持,并鼓励我说:“总有一天,你会成为帕夏的!”许多年来,无论何时,他看到我都以同样的话语鼓励我。
  2002年12月,父亲永远的走了。
  今天,我站在瑞士文学院,站在给予我这无尚光荣奖项的各位尊敬的院士面前,我衷心地希望此刻我的父亲就在我们中间。
词汇表:    1. manuscript n. 手稿
  2. mocking a. 取笑的,嘲弄的
  3. gossip n. 闲言碎语
  4. easygoing a. 易相处的,随和的
  5. envy v. 羡慕,嫉妒
  6. unflappable a. 临危不乱的,镇定的
  7. footloose a. 自由自在的,无拘无束的
  8. symmetry n. 对称,匀称
  9. plunge v. 使事物突然陷入
  10. pasha a. 帕夏(旧时奥斯曼帝国和北非高级文武官的称号)高级文武官
  11. distinguished a. 著名的,高贵的
 

父亲节英文篇四:父亲节英语范文:For the Love of My Father_3000字

父亲节英文_父亲节英语范文:For the Love of My Father_3000字

Over the years, I never thought of my father as being very emotional, and he never was, at least not in front of me. Even though he was 68 years old and only five-foot-nine, while I was six feet and 260 pounds, he seemed huge to me. I always saw him as being that staunch disciplinarian who rarely cracked a smile. My father never told me he loved me when I was a child, and I never held it against him. I think that all I really wanted was for my dad to be proud of me. In my youth, Mom always showered me with “I love you’s” every day. So I really never thought about not hearing it from my dad. I guess deep down I knew that he loved me, he just never said it. Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever told him that I loved him, either. I never really thought about it much until I faced the reality of death.
On November 9th, 1990, I received word that my National Guard unit was being activated for Operation Desert Shield. We would convoy to Fort Ben Harrison, Indiana, and then directly to Saudi Arabia. I had been in the Guard for 10 years and never dreamed that we would be activated for a war, even though I knew it was what we trained for. I went to my father and gave him the news. I could sense he was uneasy about me going. We never discussed it much more, and eight days later I was gone.
I have several close relatives who have been in the military during war time. My father and uncle were in World War II, and two brothers and a sister served in Vietnam. While I was extremely uneasy about leaving my family to serve my country in a war zone, I knew it was what I had to do. I prayed that this would make my father proud of me. My father is very involved in the Veterans of Foreign Wars organization and has always been for a strong military. I was not eligible to join the Veterans of Foreign Wars because I had not been in a war zone—a fact that always made me feel like I didn’t measure up in my father’s eyes. But now here I was, his youngest son, being shipped off to a foreign land 9,000 miles away, to fight a war in a country we had barely heard of before.
On November 17, 1990, our convoy of military vehicles rolled out of rural Greenville, Michigan. The streets were filled with families and well-wishers to see us off. As we approached the edge of town, I looked out the window of my truck and saw my wife, Kim, my children, and Mom and Dad. They were all waving and crying, except for my father. He just stood there, almost like a stone statue. He looked incredibly old at that moment. I don’t know why, he just did.
I was gone for that Thanksgiving and missed our family’s dinner. There was always a crowd, with two of my sisters, their husbands and children, plus my wife and our family. It disturbed me greatly that I couldn’t be there. A few days after Thanksgiving I was able to call my wife, and she told me something that has made me look at my father in a different way ever since.
My wife knew how my father was about his emotions, and I could hear her voice quaver as she spoke to me. She told me that my father recited his usual Thanksgiving prayer. But this time he added one last sentence. As his voice started to crack and a tear ran down his cheek, he said, “Dear Lord, please watch over and guide my son, Rick, with your hand in his time of need as he serves his country, and bring him home to us safely.” At that point he burst into tears. I had never seen my father cry, and when I heard this, I couldn’t help but start to cry myself. My wife asked me what was wrong. After regaining my composure, I said, “I guess my father really does love me.”
Eight months later, when I returned home from the war, I ran over and hugged my wife and children in a flurry of tears. When I came to my father, I embraced him and gave him a huge hug. He whispered in my ear, “I’m very proud of you, Son, and I love you.” I looked that man, my dad, straight in the eyes as I held his head between my hands and I said, “I love you too, Dad,” and we embraced again. And then together, both of us cried.
Ever since that day, my relationship with my father has never been the same. We have had many deep conversations. I learned that he’s always been proud of me, and he’s not afraid to say “I love you” anymore. Neither am I. I’m just sorry it took 29 years and a war to find it out.
 

父亲节英文篇五:父亲节英语作文:父亲节英语介绍 Happy Father"s Day_2000字

  The United States is one of the few countries in the world that has an official day on which fathers are honored by their children. On the third Sunday in June, fathers all across the United States are given presents, treated to dinner or otherwise made to feel special. .
 
  The origin of Father"s Day is not clear. Some say that it began with a church service in West Virginia in 1908. Others say the first Father"s Day ceremony was held in Vancouver, Washington.
  Regardless of when the first true Father"s Day occurred, the strongest promoter of the holiday was Mrs. Bruce John Dodd of Spokane, Washington. She thought of the idea for Father"s Day while listening to a Mother"s Day sermon in 1909.
  Sonora wanted a special day to honor her father, William Smart. Smart, who was a Civil War veteran, was widowed when his wife died while giving birth to their sixth child. Mr. Smart was left to raise the newborn and his other five children by himself on a rural farm in eastern Washington state.
  After Sonora became an adult she realized the selflessness her father had shown in raising his children as a single parent. It was her father that made all the parental sacrifices and was, in the eyes of his daughter, a courageous, selfless, and loving man. In 1909, Mrs. Dodd approached her own minister and others in Spokane about having a church service dedicated to fathers on June 5, her father"s birthday.
  That date was too soon for her minister to prepare the service, so he spoke a few weeks later on June 19th. From then on, the state of Washington celebrated the third Sunday in June as Father"s Day. Children made special desserts, or visited their fathers if they lived apart.
  In early times, wearing flowers was a traditional way of celebrating Father"s Day. Mrs. Dodd favored the red rose to honor a father still living, while a white flower honored a deceased dad. J.H. Berringer, who also held Father"s Day celebrations in Washington State as early as 1912, chose a white lilac as the Father"s Day Flower.
  States and organizations began lobbying Congress to declare an annual Father"s Day. In 1916, President Woodrow Wilson approved of this idea, but it was not until 1924 when President Calvin Coolidge made it a national event to "establish more intimate relations between fathers and their children and to impress upon fathers the full measure of their obligations."
  Since then, fathers had been honored and recognized by their families throughout the country on the third Sunday in June. In 1966 President Lyndon Johnson signed a presidential proclamation declaring the 3rd Sunday of June as Father"s Day and put the official stamp on a celebration that was going on for almost half a century.
  When children can"t visit their fathers or take them out to dinner, they send a greeting card. Traditionally, fathers prefer greeting cards that are not too sentimental. Most greeting cards are whimsical(奇形怪状的,异想天开的)so fathers laugh when they open them. Some give heartfelt thanks for being there whenever the child needed Dad.

父亲节英文篇六:父亲节英语作文:父亲的爱(A father"s love)_1200字

  But somehow those three little words
  但不知道为什么这小小的三个字
  Are the hardest ones to share.
  却最难与人分享
  And fathers say "I love you"
  而父亲说"我爱你"
  In ways that words can"t match--
  用言语没法比拟的方式
  With tender bed time stories
  或是温和地在床头讲故事
  Or a friendly game of catch!
  或是一场友好的捉迷藏游戏
  You can see the words "I love you"
  你可以看到"我爱你"这些字
  In a father"s boyish eyes
  从父亲孩子起的眼睛里
  When he runs home,all excited,
  当他兴奋地跑回家
  With a poorly wrapped surprise.
  脸上带着难以掩饰的惊喜
  A father says "I love you"
  父亲说"我爱你"
  With his strong helping hands
  用他强有力的援助之手
  With a smile when you"re in trouble
  用他的微笑帮你度过难关
  With the way he understands.
  用他所理解的方式
  He says "I love you" haltingly.
  他踌躇地说"我爱你"
  With awkward tenderness--
  带着笨拙的温柔
  It"s hard to help a four-year-old into a party dress!
  帮一个四岁小孩穿上派对礼服实在是不容易!
  He speaks his love unselfishly
  他无私地表达他的爱
  By giving all he can
  付出他的全部
  To make some secret dream come true.
  让心底的梦想成真
  Or follow through a plan.
  或追求一个计划
  A father"s seldom-spoken love
  父亲很少说出口的爱
  Sounds clearly through the years--
  随着光阴流逝变得清晰
  Sometimes in peals of laughter,
  有时在响亮的笑声中
  Sometimes through happy tears.
  有时在欢乐的泪水中
  Perhaps they have to speak their love
  可能他们表达他们的爱
  In a fashion all their own.
  只能用自己的方式
  Because the love that fathers feel
  因为父亲的爱
  Is too big for words alone!
 

父亲节英文篇七:父亲节英语作文:Words from A Loving Father_3000字

父亲节英文_父亲节英语作文:Words from A Loving Father_3000字

In the doorway of my home, I looked closely at the face of my 23-year-old son, Daniel, his backpack by his side. We were saying good-bye. In a few hours he would be flying to France. He would be staying there for at least a year to learn another language and experience life in a different country.
It was a transitional time in Daniel"s life, a passage, a step from college into the adult world. I wanted to leave him with words that would have some meaning, some significance beyond the moment.
But nothing came from my lips. No sound broke the stillness of my beachside home on Long Island. Outside, I could hear the shrill cries of sea gulls as they circled the ever-changing surf. Inside, I stood frozen and quiet, looking into the searching eyes of my son.
What made it more difficult was that I knew this was not the first time I had let such a moment pass. When Daniel was five, I took him to the school-bus stop on his first day of kindergarten. I felt the tension in his hand holding mine as the bus turned the corner. I saw color flush his cheeks as the bus pulled up. His questioning eyes looked up at mine.
What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it? Will I be okay? And then he walked up the steps of the bus and disappeared inside. And the bus drove away. And I had said nothing.
A decade or so later, a similar scene played itself out. With his mother, I drove him to the College of William and Mary in Virginia. His first night, he went out with his new schoolmates. When he met us the next morning, he was sick. He was coming down with mononucleosis, but we could not know that then. We thought he had a hangover.
In his room, Dan lay stretched out on his bed as I started to leave for the trip home. I tried to think of something to say to give him some courage and confidence as he started this new phase of life.
Again, words failed me. I mumbled something like, "Hope you feel better, Dan." And I left.
Now, as I stood before him, I thought of those lost opportunities. How many times have we all let such moments pass?
A parent dies, and, instead of giving a eulogy ourselves, we let a clergyman speak. A child asks if Santa Claus is real, or where babies come from, and, embarrassed, we slough it off. When a daughter graduates or a son is married, we watch them go through the motions of the ceremony. But we don"t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell them what they have meant to us. Or what they might expect to face in the years ahead.
How fast the years had passed. Daniel was born in New Orleans, slow to walk and talk, and small of stature. He was the tiniest in his class, but he developed a warm, outgoing nature and was popular with his peers. He was coordinated and agile, and he became adept in sports.
Baseball gave him his earliest challenge. He was an outstanding pitcher in Little League, expecting to make it big in high school. It didn"t happen that way. He failed to move up from the junior varsity team. But he stuck it out. Eventually, as a senior, he moved up to the varsity. He won half the team"s games. At graduation, the coach named Daniel the team"s most valuable player.
His finest hour, though, came at a school science fair. He entered an exhibit showing how the circulatory system works. He sketched it on cardboard. It was primitive and crude, especially compared to the fancy, computerized, blinking-light models entered by other students. My wife, Sara, felt embarrassed for him.
It turned out that the other kids had not done their own work--their parents had made their exhibits. As the judges went on their rounds, they found that these other kids couldn"t answer their questions. Daniel answered every one. When the judges awarded the Albert Einstein Plaque for the best exhibit, they gave it to him.
By the time Daniel left for college he stood six feet tall and weighed 170 pounds. He was muscular and in superb condition. But he never pitched another inning. He found that he could not combine athletics with academics. He gave up baseball for English literature. I was sorry that he would not develop his athletic talent, but proud that he had made such a mature decision. He graduated with a "B" average.
One day, I told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn"t take a year or two off to travel when I finished college.
This is the best way, to my way of thinking, to broaden oneself and develop a larger perspective on life. Once I had married and begun working, I found that the dream of living in another culture had vanished.
Daniel thought about this. His Yuppie friends said that he would be insane to put his career on hold. But he decided it wasn"t so crazy. After graduation, he worked as a waiter, a bike messenger, and a house painter. With the money he earned, he had enough to go to Paris.
The night before he was to leave, I tossed in bed. I was trying to figure out something to say. Nothing came to mind. Maybe, I thought, it wasn"t necessary to say anything.
What does it matter in the course of a lifetime if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? But as I stood before Daniel, I knew that it does matter. My father and I loved each other. Yet, I always regretted never hearing him put his feelings into words and never having the memory of that moment.
Now, I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten. Why is it so hard to tell a son something from the heart? My mouth turned dry. I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly.
"Daniel," I said, "if I could have picked, I would have picked you."
That"s all I could say. I wasn"t sure he understood what I meant. Then he came toward me and threw his arms around me. For a moment, the world and all its people vanished, and there was just Daniel and me.
He was saying something, but my eyes misted over, and I couldn"t understand what he was saying. All I was aware of was the stubble on his chin as his face pressed against mine. And then, the moment ended, and Daniel left for France.
I think about him when I walk along the beach on weekends. Thousands of miles away, somewhere out past the ocean waves breaking on the deserted shore, he might be scurrying across Boulevard Saint Germain, strolling through a musty hallway of the Louvre, bending an elbow in a Left Bank café.
What I said to Daniel was clumsy and trite. It was nothing. And yet, it was everything.
 

父亲节英文篇八:父亲节演讲稿(中英文)_1500字

父亲节英文_父亲节演讲稿(中英文)_1500字


   Today day is a memorable day, are the annual Father"s Day!
  Deep sea motherly love, fatherly love heavy as a mountain. People at the same time to celebrate Mother"s Day and did not forget his father"s achievements. Someone start the year on the recommendation of Father"s Day. Years, it is to celebrate the first Father"s Day. At that time, the late father of all people have to wear a white rose, the father of the people alive while wearing red roses. This custom has been passed so far.
  It is said that the selection of Father"s Day is a month over month because of the sun are the most heated one, a symbol of the father to give their children the love that hot. Paternal such as mountains, tall and lofty, let me look timid and afraid to climb Health; father such as days,and far-reaching, so that Yang and my heart did not dare pity; paternal great deep are pure and not return , but love is a bitter, difficult to understand depression and the unattainable.
  Father, like a tree, always, let him lush foliage of a solid arm for the tree to create shadeus. Years such as the fingers over the water, like, before I knew it, we have grown up, while the tree is gradually aging, and even the new leaves are no longer the hair full of vitality. Annually on the third Sunday is father"s holiday, let us sincerely say: Father, I love you! Happy Father"s Day!
  Now, the Certificate of Education Examination and the final exams approaching, I suggest that we should seize the time, study hard, with excellent results as to the father"s gift, great father to return, I believe his father at that time are the most beautiful smile! Students, come on now! ! !
  今天天是个值得纪念的日子,是一年一度的父亲节!
  母爱深似海,父爱重如山。人们在庆祝母亲节的同时,并没有忘记父亲的功绩。年就开始有人建议确定父亲节。年月,人们庆祝了第一个父亲节。当时,凡是父亲已故的人都佩戴一朵白玫瑰,父亲在世的人则佩戴红玫瑰。这种习俗一直流传至今。
  据说,选定月过父亲节是因为月的阳光是一年之中最炽热的,象征了父亲给予子女的那火热的爱。父爱如山,高大而巍峨,让我望而生怯不敢攀登;父爱如天,粗旷而深远,让我仰而心怜不敢长啸;父爱是深邃的伟大的纯洁而不可回报的,然而父爱又是苦涩的,难懂的忧郁而不可企及的。父亲像是一棵树,总是不言不语,却让他枝叶繁茂的坚实臂膀为树下的我们遮风挡雨制造荫凉。岁月如指间的流水一样滑过,不觉间我们已长大,而树却渐渐老去,甚至新发的树叶都不再充满生机。每年月的第三个星期日是父亲的节日,让我们由衷的说一声:爸爸,我爱你!父亲节快乐!
  现在,会考和期末考试将至,我建议我们要抓紧时间,努力学习,用优异的成绩作为送给父亲的礼物,去回报伟大的父爱,我相信那时父亲的笑容是最美的!同学们,加油吧!!!

父亲节英文篇九:2011父亲节英文祝福语


  1、On this special day, i want to say i"m proud of you,appreciate all you"ve done for me and i love you.
  在这特别的一天,我想说我为您感到骄傲,爸爸,谢谢您为我做的一切,我爱你。
  1、You"ve been father, friend, adviser, all of these and more.
  您不仅是我的父亲,您还是我的朋友,顾问甚至更多。
  1、Words can"t tell how much you mean to us.we wish you happiness on this special day.
  我们无法用言语描述您对我们是多么重要,在这特别的一天,我们祝您父亲节快乐!
  1、Over the years we have had our differences, but i always love you.
  这些年来,虽然我们常有意见不合的地方,但我一直敬爱着您。
  1、Thanks for holding my hand when i needed it.
  谢谢您在我需要的时候伸出援助之手。
  1、Happy father"s day to an extraordinary father!i love you so much!
  祝我独一无二的老爸父亲节快乐,我非常爱您!
  1、I owe all of my skills of fatherhood to you dad. happy father"s day.
  爸爸,我所有的为父之道都来自于您的恩赐。祝您父亲节快乐。
  1、I didn"t realize that being a father would be so difficult. It makes me appreci ate you all the more.
  我不知道做一个父亲竟然会这样不容易。这使我更加感激您。
  1、Now that i am a father, i can see what a good job you did in raising us.
  现在我已身为人父。我才知道,您在养育我们时,做得多么好。
  1、I didn"t see what a good father you were to us before, but i do now.
  我以前不知道您是一个多么好的父亲,但是现在我知道了。
  1、I hope you know how proud i am of you, father.happy father"s day! happiness always!
  爸爸,我希望您能知道我是多么为您感到自豪啊,祝您父亲节快乐,永远快乐!

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