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Be Grateful to Our Parents
Since we were born, many people help us a lot. We should be grateful to their kindness. But the ones we should show our greatest appreciation are our parents. From the first day we appear in their lives, they give us all their love and care, but never expect anything in return. As long as they are there, we do not feel any difficulties, because they are always in front of our shelter, preventing us from difficulties and danger. In order to make our lives better, learn better, they do everything they can to create the best conditions for us, but ignore their own needs. Therefore, we need to cherish parents’ love and repay their upbringing. We should treat them as they treat us.
感恩父母
从我们出生的那天开始，许多人都帮助过我们。我们应该感谢他们的友好。但是，我们最应该感谢的人是我们的父母。从我们出现在他们生活中的那天开始，他们不求回报地给了我们所有的爱和关怀。只要有他们在，我们感觉不到任何的困难，因为他们总在我们的前方为我们遮风挡雨，把我们挡在困难和危险的后面。为了让我们生活得更好，学习得更好，他们竭尽所能得为我们创造最好的条件，却忽略了自己的需要。因此，我们要珍惜父母的深情，要报答父母的养育之恩，要如他们对待我们这般来回报父母。
thanks parents our each children all have own parents， we live every day in the seawhich the parents shows loving concern. parents love， likes a mountain， great and is generous； parents love， likes that tree root， firm and is deep； parents love， likes the honey which that hundred flowers breeds， but is happy. thanks you， is you gets us to arrive this full of vitality world. thanks you， all follows in each minute each second side us， to our careful protecting with attendance. thanks you， my dear daddy， in the busy work， you would to squeeze out the time to accompany us， lets us feel the father loves existence. thanks you， my dear mother， you likely are our route indicator， all the time directs the path for us. when i meet is difficult， your always first time catches up with， extricates the difficulty for me. when i handle the wrong matter time， you would to me to explain slowly ……looks you that exhausted facial features， i am unable to restrain somewhat sadly …… thanks you to scatter the cheers and the joke in ours childhood， all considers every time for us. when i obtain teachers praise， you split open the such bright smiling face. not long after starts sensible us， had known parents pressure， knew we should do any， but should not do any， we must let the parents feel relieved， do not have again to let them worry again. we likely are one all do not have the water bucket， is you works hard， rushes about， but accumulates water one drop of one drop， but packs …… you on likely space sun and moon， but we are a commonplace star， must pass through disciplines with diligently， only then can obtain the sweet fruit， only then can fall from the space has an achievement. too many too many thanks， said also could not say， you forever on all my guide， forever always care about， the loving care in mine side to me. the world has many parents all is so， they continuously to usall is contributes silently， lets us say with one voice that，“thanks your continuously attendance， you forever all are our root and the prop！”parents love， let me sensibly many， mature many. we meet the jail to keep firmly in mind the bottom， biggest repays them diligently by us. who says the blade of grass heart， the newspaper three parental affections！ in here， i must ordinary and the great parents deep bow deeply for all children to us one gong！ let us simultaneously say together that，“thanks the daddy， thanks mother， thanks you！
Dear Alice，
As a teenager，I met the same problem as you. But now I can get along better with my mother. Here are some ideas for you。
Your mother talks much，because she cares about you. Maybe it"s not a good way，but it shows your mother"s love. So I think you should listen to her. If your opinions are different from your mother"s，you can communicate with her，and tell her what you are thinking about。
If your mother doesn"t take your advice，just keep silent and give her a smile。
I hope what I say here can help you a lot。
Who gives me birth? Who brings me up? Who dedicates h is /her whole life to me? My parents.
Who gives me food? Who gives me clothes? Who gives me care? My parents.
My parents, they don’t want to get any reward from me. Not only my parents, all the parents in the world don’t charge anything from their children. they give us everything they can. they spend their whole life loving me, so I love my parents, too. Since I was given birth, I’ve started to love them even if I didn’t realize it.
It will be thea time for my birthday soon. I want to say to my parents: I love you.
“哦，天哪，怎么又是英语？”同学们又有气无力叫道。
Ms。吴走进班，迎来了同学的叫声，你不禁会想问：英语有那么烦吗？
可不是嘛，现在的语数英科是关键，每个家长都这样。重点门科的兴趣班，硬是报进去，而别的呢，家长们则会说：“学什么，这长大又不考试？”说到底来，这四门中，父母通常把英语作为重点。看那，我家书多，但大半是英语。为了什么？学好英语，长大好出国去。
“弋弋，起床！”天天早上，不是父母的叫声，就是闹钟的铃声。看看闹钟，才六点十五呢！起来要干什么？不说你也知道，又是去读英语呀！就这样，我可是天天做英语，记英语，听英语，背英语，这还只是一个小时之中的作业呢。完成了，父母来检查，对了，接着做，错了呢？又是罗里八唆一大段。日复一日，年复一年，你说，不烦才怪呢。哎，英语！
还有那英语单词，也真是的，天天记。什么英语单词，都是要记的，记会了再记，记完了再买，买来了再记。新的会了，旧的又忘了，反正，记的英语单词是永无止境的。那天，我在找垃圾箱，爸爸见了，便问我：“垃圾箱的英文怎么写？”哎，真恨那个发明了英文的人。
不过说回英语课，我们也有高兴的时候，那就是英语老师会给我们看英文电影。每次，只要英语课，老师不拿电脑进来，同学们便还是那句话，还是有气无力地叫道：
“哦，天哪，怎么又是英语？”
浙江省衢州市实验学校六年级六年级:陈双弋
提到生存，我们的第一反应可能像《鲁滨孙漂流记》那样一个人生活。可在现实生活中，生存可能离我们很近。
那是我10岁那年，暑假父母带我去英国旅游。一路走来，风景十分秀丽。我们去了曼彻斯特，我们是跟团去的曼彻斯特，到了那里，有一个曼联的俱乐部（曼联是一个英国的足球队）。刚进店门，里面的商品琳琅满目，而我的视线被一个屏幕吸引了，我就站在那里看视频。
当我看完了视频，扭头一看。咦？我的爸爸妈妈呢。我顿时慌了神，一看周围都是高鼻梁了外国人。没有一个中国人，我开始害怕了。
不得已，我只能向周围的人求助了。我看见旁边有个老婆婆，我便上前攀谈。我用英语有点胆怯的说：“你能帮我吗”老婆婆用英语问：“怎么了？年轻人”我用英语说：“我找不到我的父母了”老婆婆用英语说：“你在哪走丢的”这恰好点醒了我，妈妈说过：“如果走丢了，待在原地，爸爸妈妈会来找你的”所以，我立刻返回到原地，等待父母。
在等待的过程中，我开始幻想。我会不会真的走丢了。那我要去警察局，去大使馆。那就危险了。
就在我还在幻想的时候，远处跑来两个人，我定睛一看，正是我的父母。我兴奋的不得了，马上跑了过去。
这次经历告诉我，遇到危险一定要保持冷静，细心思考，这样才能化险为夷!
新年英语祝福语（1）：给父母亲的祝福语
新年英语祝福语（2）：给教师的祝福语
新年英语祝福语（3）：给上司/长辈的祝福语
新年英语祝福语（4）：给朋友的祝福语
新年英语祝福语（5）：给爱人情人的祝福语
新年英语祝福语（6）：其它祝福语
敬爱的父母：
对于您永无止尽的爱，我无已回报，或许这篇文章的所有内容就是回报您的第一份礼物。在深圳发生了一起事件，身为公务员的他竟然残打自己亲生父母，难道
这就是人人口中所谓的“孝”？“孝”亦谓何？单单只是等到父母老的时候给他们钱，给他们一点富贵？父母没有那么贪慕荣华富贵，只不过想你们给那么一点微不足道的爱。
在英语中，父母的英文单词为什么叫“Parents”那是因为父母赐予我们七份礼物：生命、人生、理想、道德、快乐、关爱、呵护融成一个字两个词——爱，幸福！周杰伦也曾经唱过《听妈妈的话》，妈妈爸爸的所有的唠叨和严厉都是埋藏在柴米油盐中的智慧。
记得一位同学曾经给我说过这样一个故事：一个妈妈和他的儿子去上山捡柴火，回来时候遇见了一只母狼和一只小狼，母狼把妈妈的孩子叼在嘴里，妈妈拿着捡回来的木棍向母狼挥打去，可母狼并没有丝毫放下儿子的意思。无奈之下，妈妈只好想小狼下手了，母狼一看，便放下叼着的猎物，妈妈小心翼翼地走到儿子身边，背着儿子就往山下跑，母狼并没有追上去，而是用温柔的眼光看着受伤的小狼。动物之间都有那么浓厚的亲情，人，这种自认为最高贵的动物连低级动物能做到的，人不能做到吗？
“谁言寸草心报得三春晖”，你身上穿的衣裳是母亲手中的线缝做的呀，临行时让我把这衣裳缝得密密的，怕的是在外日子久会破损。谁说做儿子的这颗象小草一样稚弱的心，能报答得了母亲像春天阳光一样的慈爱呢？一百年、一千年、一万年，母爱永远都像一缕春天的阳光，照射着寒冷的心灵。
孟子的母亲为了能让自己的孩子可以得到最好的学习，曾经三次选择邻居，这就是“孟母择邻”，母亲是甘甜的泉水，浇灌枯萎的父母。
在失败的时候，父亲总是一座巍峨的泰山，他总有泰山的雄伟之美，令我向往的仙境。父亲的严格要求总是让我们走向成功的道路。父亲没有母亲的温柔，也没有母亲的耐心。但是父亲也是望子成龙。望女成凤的，对于父母亲的爱与唠叨，我们无论如何都要理解，理解他们的一片苦心。
在写这文章时，我听到了我姐夫的一句话“世界上只有一个爹，一个娘。如果连爱他们都做不到，你还有什么资格爱你身边的人？”。是啊，连你的父母都不能爱，你没有资格爱你身边的人。
最后，我对我父母唯一的爱，唯一爱我的父母有一种感激和抱歉，感激您对我的爱，请父母原谅我的无理取闹。
这篇文章不算多，但是我希望看过我这篇文章的人会想到父母的辛苦与苦心。
2011年12月31日
代表天下所有儿女对父母的心！
重庆市江津区西湖中学13.3年级初二:施佳启
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
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