写父亲的英语汇集20篇

My father was born in 1962, in He Bei. He began working at the age of 22. He is good at English, Math,

Music and PE, but he doesnt do well in science. He likes sports very much. Volleyball is his favorite. He is an English teacher now. My father is outgoing and humorous that his students all like him very much. He is kind but strict. I love my father.

Ive been happily drifting for a lot of years, Dad, and I didnt 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 didnt 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.

Somewhere along the line, the generation gap evaporated. Age separates us now and little else. We agree on most everything, perhaps because weve learned there isnt much worth disagreeing about. However, I would like to mention that fly fishing isnt all youve cracked it up to be, Dad. You can say what you want about wrist action and stance and blah, blah, blah...

My father did a noble thing in World War II, and it may have saved his life…

Dad often spoke about the he had as a young man in World War II. He still remembered the time he and some other soldiers some German prisoners of war.

Dad was part of George Patton’s Third Army, which in Normandy on D-Day. A few days after that great , Dad and a few members of his unit were on patrol (巡逻) in a French . Walking along the path, they arrived at a top of a mountain, two German soldiers did at the same time. Quickly, Dad and his fellow soldiers their guns. The Germans and turned in their weapons.

“We should them right now,” said one member of Dad’s unit. After what he’d seen at Normandy, Dad didn’t . This was war, and these were enemy soldiers. But Dad . He ordered the soldiers to empty their . One of the Germans held out a picture of a young woman and a baby.

Dad took them from the soldier. The of the photo made him think twice. He them to the man. Dad knew how to speak German, so he spoke to the man. “Pray for the war to be over, so we can all go home,” Dad said. The German was . “You are not going to kill us?” Dad shook his head. “If so, of us want to surrender (投降),” the German said.

Dad and the other American soldiers stood as German after German came out of their place on the other side of the mountain. 37 in all. They their weapons: machine guns. In fact, all of them were ready for . If they’d killed the first two men, Dad and his buddies would have been gunned down on the spot.

[英语作文:父亲和两个德国兵

Dear father,

This Sunday is Father’s Day. I am very happy. I’m writing a letter for you now. But my classmates are playing games.

Today is rainy. Please take care. Do you know? My study is good. There fore, don’t worry about my study. I have a good news to tell you. I have won the second award at the piano competition. Are you happy ?

On the weekend, I usually go hiking on the Song Shan Lake. We are very happy. But after we walk for a long time, we feel a little tired. When the sun goes down, we return home. I like going hiking. What about you?

Happy Father’s Day to you!

Yours

Shiqi

My father always stands in the center of my life, from past till now and possibly in the future.

My family was rather poor when I was in my childhood. We didnt have our own house and had to live in a shabby, small room rented from my fathers factory. The room was so small that there was little space for people to walk. I didnt have my own bed and had to sleep with my parents. This is terrible both for my parents and me.

But father made this all different! Since the room was on the third floor, namely, the top floor in that old style building, the roof was quite high above the floor. So father got an idea.  He bought two thick ropes and a flat wood that later was planed smooth, painted and drilled two holes on both ends.

Then he hung the ends of ropes up to the roof. During the daytime, these two ropes would be tied up so that people down could walk freely! When night came, father would loose the ropes and tied them to the two holes of that flat wood.  The length of these ropes was just long enough for me to sit or sleep on the board without others help.

So in this way my lovely, removable bed was born.

When winter came, this special bed obviously wouldnt be able to make me feel warm enough. But father always had his so lution! He built a garret using some flat wood and iron sticks right above the bed. With some used iron tubes, he made an iron ladder for us to climb up to the garret. Besides, he made a wood en desk for me to do my homework, and some simple furniture for my clothes, books and something else  he had in fact made a small bedroom for me.

At first, my mother and I dared not climb for fear that it might collapse. But father climbed it everyday to prove its safety. The garret looked simple even shabby and the ladder seemed to decline soon. But later when I got used to it, I found it as solid as those made by professional carpenters.

I carried all my personal things onto that garret. My father and I pasted red papers on the wall and painted the ugly furniture red. So the garret became the first "room" that belonged to me.When I was about to move to my new house, I just didnt want to leave.  That garret was created with my fathers love and sweat and intelligence, beautified with my hand and filled with so many sweet memories of my family! That hard but sweet life time would live in my memory forever with father stands in the center of it.

When I was young,my father ,who always taught me how to be a true man,told me that it is essential to be tolerant in your life whatever happens.

And that remains the most valuable present he gave me,I think To be tolerant, I need to keep calm when great trouble lies in front of me,however difficult it is to overcome it; To be tolerant ,I need to resist the temptation of all kinds of the outside world,even if it is so attractive; To be torlerant, I need to pull myself(控制自己情绪) in times of extreme sorrows and joys, no matter how they affect me.

[父亲送我的礼物英语作文

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 xx.

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。

xx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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My father’s name is Wang Yaohan. He has an English name, Jack. He is thirty-eight years old.

My father is a worker. He works in a factory. He has two big eyes and two big ears. He has short hair. My father is very thin. He is only fifty kilograms. He likes learning English very much. He learns English everyday. My father likes watching TV. His favorite television channel is CCTV-10, because he can learn a lot English from the program Outlook English at that channel.

English is my father’s good friend. I am my father’s friend, too.

Dear Dad，

Today is fathers day， for so many years Ive been seekig a way to express my heartfelt thanks for all you have done for me. Here comes it!

Thank you for always being there sharing my life when I need you most. Whenever I encounter difficulties， I never feel alone and vulnerable， because you will keep me on the right path. Im blessed to have you.

Thank you for offering me education and teaching me how to be a man. You always inspire me not by words， but by what you have done! Your efforts in the work， your loyalty to your friends， your responsibility for the family and your persistence in the life have already set me good examples in my own life.

Thank you for always appreciating my work， no matter how tiny it is! You have made me realize that its capacity not scores that really counts.

Dad， I love you and I will love you forever!

Yours beloved，

Li Ming

In my eye, my father is so adorable, because he can give me advices and help me to make the best decision. My father experienced a lot. When he graduated from college, his first job was to work in the office, then he found life was boring to sit in the office all the day, so he decided to quit and then started his trip to many places. My father had been traveled to many places, he opened his vision and then went back home to find another job he liked. When he met my mother, he thought it was time to settle down. I was so interested in his life experience, I couldn’t help thinking what if I go with him. I must will meet many new persons and then see the beautiful scenery. I want to live as my father, when the time comes, I will travel too.

在我眼里,我的父亲是如此的可敬,因为他能给我建议和帮助我做出最好的决定。我父亲经历了很多。当他从大学毕业时,他的第一份工作是在办公室里工作,然后他发现生活是多么的无聊，整天坐在办公室里,所以他决定辞职,然后开始他去很多地方。我父亲已经去过很多地方,他开阔了视野,然后回到家找到另一个他喜欢的工作。当他遇见了我母亲,他认为是时候安定下来。我对他的生活经验很感兴趣, 忍不住想如果我和他一起去会怎么样。我一定会遇到很多不认识的人,然后看到美丽的风景。我想像我父亲那样活着,当时机成熟的时候，我也会去旅游。

My father is a kind man. He is not very tall but he is a man of perseverance. He works very hard and his services are highly appreciated.

My father is a man of devotion. Every morning he gets up the earliest to make breakfast for us. In the evening, he is always the late to come back home. At weekends, he always takes us to go outing in his car. He is a man of few words, but he often says to me "A little learning is a dangerous thing". I will always remember these words.

I love my father very much.

Dear Dad,

Long time no see, I do miss you. Well, let me tell you something about my life here.To tell the truth, i live a normal life just as anywhere i can live.(我过着一个在任何地方都普通的生活) My life is revolved on work and work.(我的生活除了学习还是学习)Frankly,i feel tired sometimes(老实说，我有时候觉得很累).But i see, studying is the whole life to students like me.(但是我知道，学习是像我这样的学生的全部) So no matter how difficult, i will do my utmost .所以不管多艰难，我都会尽自己最大的努力。

Best wishes for you .

My father has small eyes,Wear a pair of glasses,looking more gently,the daddys hair are not many, he said "the intelligent head does not grow hair"，daddy does the management, but daddy usually ever not talk bureaucratically to others, therefore his personal connection is specially good,is the same as me.daddy speaks always extremely temperately,never say hit the person,curse at people are also few,calculated scolded people not to be big, although sometimes also can be angry for a longtime,but just only about one day,could no surpass in one day-long.

He usually educate me that the person must to be honestly,friendly to other,and working diligently.This is my father, I love him forever.

My dad is a great mathematician, what questions are difficult to fail him, of course, everybody knows him. High bridge of the nose, with a black frame glasses, a look, and I knew he is a doctor. Today, he is a face of serious drop packing, he have what important thing? Find out just know, he was to go to see the teacher. I doubt asked my father: "what do you have a teacher?" Dad is patted me on the map, said: "these are the secret," "I asked dad took me to meet his teacher, father to consider for a moment, said:" ok." But you want to quietly, not nonsense... I promise all his request, we hit the road.

I thought that he would take me to which universities, however, we came to what I study in primary school and came to the class I attended a (3), at this moment, I finally met my dads teacher, the teacher is my math teacher, is my dad once the teacher. Teacher patted my dads shoulders, and said: "you over the years, achievements in mathematics is really great, we all are proud of you!" Father is modestly said: "I want to thank the teacher you, are you people I learned more knowledge."

At this moment, I realized, dad is a mathematician, but he also had a grade teacher.

我的爸爸是位大数学家，什么题都难不倒他，当然，谁都认识他。高高的鼻梁上，架着一个黑框眼镜，一看，就知道他是一个博士。今天，他一脸严肃滴收拾东西，他有什么重要的事?一打听才知道，他原来是要去看望老师。我疑惑地问爸爸：“您怎么还有老师?”爸爸则拍拍我的图，说：“这些都是秘密》”我请求爸爸带我去见见他的老师，爸爸考虑了片刻，说到：“那好吧。”不过你要安安静静的，不能胡闹……我答应了他所有的要求，我们便上路了。

我本以为他会带我去哪个大学里，可是，我们居然来到了我所就读的小学并来到了我曾上过的一(3)班，这时，我终于见到了爸爸的老师，这个老师竟然是我的数学老师，也是爸爸曾经的老师。老师拍拍爸爸的肩膀，说：“你这些年，在数学是上成就确实很大，我们全校都以你为荣!”爸爸却谦虚地说：“我要感谢老师您，是您人我懂得了更多的知识。”

这时，我才明白，爸爸虽然是数学家，可是他也有一年级的老师。

父亲节那天，你和父亲有没有发生什么温情故事？下面是与父亲一笑泯恩仇英语作文，欢迎阅读。

My dad has a pair of big eyes appalling, and a dense mass of messy eyebrows pressure on the eyelid. Whenever he wanted to teach me something, he would suddenly caught off guard close, increase the volume, dancing his eyebrows, his eyes wide open. Reminded me that I have entered the realm of his anger and strength range. Of course, technically, my dad never officially beat me, but he invented a method of mischievous violence, his hand is raised high, looking down at me, slapped position to make an instant style Pushan fan palms down, and their results just another palm slap in my ear to create a huge sound. I was scared flick, my dad laughing incessantly. This trick has been throughout my poor baby and toddler stage, but I never really cracked and immune meaning. Whenever slap tall shadow fell on me, I will huddle, still trembling. This fear is built on uncertainty - do not know when his fathers amnesty will fail. However, when the father of old that day, his mighty collapse, his threat will be released. Chang is a writer in Taiwan, "Listen to Your Father", he told a story of his father bathe. Chang is the first time I saw his fathers body was in the stadium bathroom, "That is a matter how you know you can not compare the body. Big, what a great body. Pit hit soap, crashed red water, call call ah ah yelling Body "- Kafka also wrote that when he was a boy and his father bathe together, he ashamed to dare out of the bathroom. Changs father to give a bath, is already a father accidentally fall, after spinal cord injury, when the father can only lie in bed, "even require people to take a bath." When I Puff shock his head bursts acid gas body, he always said: "God punish me." "Why God punish you," "It is fine me." In that moment, a sentence collision came towards me:?. "This old man collapsed" That year, My dad sent me to Beijing university. I found our conversation all the time dangerous cold field. I asked him: "Beijing how?" My dad said:. "Beijing big wow," I asked: "how was school?" My dad said:. "College big wow", "big", became the father of he is not familiar with all the things that adjective. In a cold market can not continue the conversation, I realized that excited and nervous and anxious: foreign objects are big, his father naturally small. Mother was one begins to grow old, his father was an instant aging. We struggle throughout childhood enemy, himself disarmed. Father of a childs life to be punished, punished his fathers life by years. Are losers, it simply sympathetic, Hardship it.

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我爸爸有一双骇人的大眼，还有黑压压杂乱的浓眉压在眼皮上。每当他想传授给我什么的时候，他就会突然猝不及防地靠近，提高音量，舞动他的浓眉，圆睁着眼睛。提醒我，我已经进入了他的怒气领域和力气范围。当然，技术上，我爸从未正式打过我，但是他发明了一种恶作剧的施暴方法，就是高高扬起他的巴掌，低头瞪着我，做出要掌掴的姿势，刹那间蒲扇式的手掌扇下来，结果只是和自己的另一只手掌拍击，在我耳边制造出巨大的声响来。我吓得一抖，我爸大笑不已。这个拙劣的把戏一直贯穿我的婴儿和幼儿阶段，然而我却从未真正意义上破解和免疫。每当高高的巴掌的阴影落在我身上，我还是会瑟缩，还是会发抖。这种恐惧建立在不确定性上——不知道什么时候父亲的大赦会失效。然而，当父亲老去的那一天，他的强大崩塌，他的威胁也将解除。在台湾作家张大春的《聆听父亲》里，他讲了一段他为父亲洗澡的故事。张大春第一次见到父亲的身体就是在球场的浴室里，“那是一具你知道再怎么你也比不上的身体。大，什么都大的一个身体。吧嗒吧嗒打肥皂，哗啦啦冲水，呼啊呼啊吆喝着的身体。”——卡夫卡也写过，当他小时候和父亲一起洗澡，他自惭形秽地不敢走出浴室。张大春再给父亲洗澡，已经是父亲意外摔倒，脊椎神经受伤之后，那时父亲只能躺在病床，“连洗个澡都要求人。”当我用蓬蓬头冲击他那发出阵阵酸气的身体，他总是说：“老天爷罚我。”“老天爷为什么罚你?”“它就是罚我。”在那一刻，一个句子朝我冲撞过来：“这老人垮了。”那年，我爸送我来北京上大学。我发现我们的交谈时时都具有冷场的危险性。我问他：“北京怎么样?”我爸说：“北京好大哇。”我又问：“学校怎么样?”我爸说：“大学好大哇。”“好大”，成为爸爸对一切他所不熟悉的事情的形容词。在谈话无法继续的冷场中，我又惊又急地意识到：外物都大了，父亲自然就小了。母亲是一寸寸变老的，父亲是瞬间变老的。我们斗争了整个童年的敌人，自己缴了械。孩子的生命被父亲惩罚，父亲的生命被岁月惩罚。都是输家，那就干脆就惺惺相惜，一笑泯恩仇吧。

[与父亲一笑泯恩仇英语作文

Dear Daddy,

亲爱的爸爸，

Thank you very much for your letter written to me. In your letter , you not only expressed your expectation to me , but also showed all your love to me . I was deeply moved . Thanks again ,Daddy .You said ," I hope you get bravery and perseverance, and can quickly grasp living skills like a lion ". Now I want to tell you that I will try my best to do everything well and live up to your expectations . Dear father , you are a great lion in my mind .

谢谢你给我写信。在信中，你不仅仅表达了你对我的期望，还展示了你对我所有的爱。我深深感动了。再次谢谢你，爸爸。你说，“我希望你能够变得勇敢和有耐心，并且能像狮子般快速的掌握生活技能。”现在我想说我会尽我最大的努力把所有事情都做好来达到你的期望。亲爱的爸爸，你是我心中的狮子。

When I am absent mind , when I am depressed, you , my dear father is always there . Your advice and encouragement guide me through many difficulties . Thank you , Dad, for your help and understanding. I love you , Dad ,forever!

当我茫然、绝望时，是你，我亲爱的爸爸永远都在我身边。你的建议和勇气引导我克服许多的困难。谢谢你，爸爸，谢谢你的帮助和理解。我永远爱你，爸爸。

My father has small eyes,Wear a pair of glasses,looking more gently,the daddy＇s hair are not many, he said "the intelligent head does not grow hair"，daddy does the management, but daddy usually ever not talk bureaucratically to others, therefore his personal connection is specially good,is the same as me.daddy speaks always extremely temperately,never say hit the person,curse at people are also few,calculated scolded people not to be big, although sometimes also can be angry for a longtime,but just only about one day,could no surpass in one day-long.

He usually educate me that the person must to be honestly,friendly to other,and working diligently.

This is my father, I love him forever.

那么在我们同学们的眼里，自己的父亲是什么样子的呢？是不是也是一位绅士呢？

[我的父亲是一位绅士英语作文

花是大自然最美妙的礼物。每个人都喜欢它们。花象征着爱，幸福，欢乐以及所有积极的情感。而那些古老悠久的花已经成为所有仪式和节日中最主要的部分。

但现在人们对花产生了一个误解。大多数时候人们把花与女性联系在一起。人们忘记了男性对花也有温情的一面。在父亲节给你的父亲送上一束鲜花，他保证会欣喜若狂的，尤其是具有建筑风格的，大胆而狂野的热带花朵，它们具有男性的特质，生命力持久，高大而强健，和父亲 的角色往往很相似。白玫瑰和红玫瑰是公认的父亲节节花。白玫瑰象征纪念已故的家严，而红玫瑰象征着赞美健康尚在的父亲。

男人喜欢明快，炙热，大胆以及斗志高昂的颜色，像是黄色，橙色，紫色和红色。他们布置花的时候绝大多数情况下 会与他们有组织的，善于计算的头脑保持一致。他们还喜欢自然的，富有现代感的，时尚新潮的花束。只要他心中有谱，他可能会选择玫瑰，雏菊或其它充满异域风 情的花朵。鲜艳生动的红玫瑰与黄色的雏菊深受大多数男人的喜爱，从而也成为父亲节最理想的鲜花礼物。

Flowers are a wonderful gift of nature. Everyone likes them. Flowers portray love, happiness, joy and all the other positive emotions. Since time immemorial flowers have been an integral part of every celebration and festival.

But there has been a misconception. Flowers are mainly associated with feminine gender. It is forgotten that men to have a soft side to them. Gift your father a bouquet of flowers on Fathers Day and he surely will be overjoyed. Flowers, especially architectural and bold like tropical flowers, which are masculine, long lasting, tall and sturdy like the fathers usually are, can be

given. White and Red Rose are known to be the official flowers of Fathers Day. People wear a white rose to honor a father who has deceased and a red rose for a father who is living.

Men love bright, hot, bold and aggressive colors like yellows, oranges, purples and reds and the arrangements that they go for are mostly the linear ones that are in sync with their organized, calculating mind. They also love the natural and contemporary floral bouquets that are stylish and trendy. One may opt for roses, daisies or exotic flowers, if only one keeps the color theme in

mind. Vivid red roses and yellow daisies are loved by most men and thus make ideal flowers to be gifted on Fathers Day.

That rough hands, the land was plowed in Springfield yesterday also kiss one day in March. But water is still there, otherwise, how can I write ah effort in that land, you can see the solid play of strong vitality; in the rough hands, you may feel the warmth of life. I think we are in a pair of rough hands on the child, as ed in the welcoming song on Huangshan, like raw cactus in the desert, like a long in those three acres of ground corn. This is the father.

父亲的爱

The only thing on my husband‘s description would be the word fun written in big red letters along the top. Although he is a selfless caregiver and provider, our children think of him more as a combination of a jungle gym and bozo and clown.

Our parenting styles compliment each other. His style is a nonstop adventure where no one has to worry about washing their hands, eating vegetables, or getting cavities. My style is similar to Mussolini. I‘m too busy worrying to be fun. Besides, every time I try, I am constantly outdone by my husband.I bought my children bubble gum flavored toothpaste and I taught them how to brush their teeth in tiny circles so they wouldn‘t get cavities. They thought it was neat until my husband taught them how to rinse by spitting out water between their two front teeth like a fountain.I took the children on a walk in the woods and, after two hours, I managed to corral a slow ladybug into my son‘s insect cage. I was cool until their father came home, spent two minutes in the backyard, and captured a beetle the size of a Chihuahua.

I try to tell myself I am a good parent even if my husband does things I can‘t do. I can make sure my children are safe, warm, and dry. I‘ll stand in line for five hours so the children can see Santa at the mall or be first in line to see the latest Disney movie. But I can‘t wire the VCR so my

children can watch their favorite video.I can carry my children in my arms when they are tired, tuck them into bed, and kiss them goodnight. But I can‘t flip them upside down so they can walk on the ceiling or prop them on my shoulders so they can see the moths flying inside of the light fixture.I can take them to doctor appointments, scout meetings, or field trips to the aquarium, but I‘ll never go into the wilderness, skewer a

worm on a hook, reel in a fish, and cook it over an open flame on a piece of tin foil.

I‘ll even sit in the first row of every Little League game and cheer until my throat is sore and my tonsils are raw, but I‘ll never teach my son how to hit a home run or slide into first base.

As a mother I can do a lot of things for my children, but no matter how hard I try--I can never be their father.

用英语写一件事不简单，欢迎阅读我给父亲打欠条英语作文，从中学会事件类英语作文的写作技巧。

To buy a house, we come up with all their savings, leaving a shortfall of fifty thousand down payment. Wife said: "Where your parents first borrow some of it, and so we have money on them." I was reluctant.

In my mind, my father does not like me, I do not like his father, and even some hate him.

Thirty years, I have rarely seen his father smile. His face was overcast all day, and told me to do this or that. Stubbs ragweed, for cooking ...... let me do anything live, as long as a tired, his father scolded: "! Little bastard, I think you are lazy, fast work."

Thirty years, and Ive never heard him praise me. Have time to participate in the citys math contest, I won the second prize, holding a certificate excitedly ran home. But the father casually glance at, disdain and said: "how not to test a prize home ah?" "But ......" I want to tell him that I was the only school prize. But the father interrupted me: "! Not nothing to be proud of the first prize on" My heart burst of sad, tears in his eyes. Mother came to comfort me: "Do not cry, Mom gave you eat boiled eggs, incentives to reward you." But the father shouted: "?! Not have any prize can not cook worth celebrating," I was so angry bite root Rattle, vowed to test one of the first to give him a look.

Thirty years, he rarely cared about me. High school years, I have been in residence, living only in the home when it runs out. Then I go to college, to report that day, I thought my father would accompany me to go, he said the family is busy, get away. I was unhappy, but did not say anything, carrying out a few simple things far door. In the newborn reported everywhere, see other students escorted by parents to the school newspaper that I envy a long time, and then a man quietly do the admission procedures. At that moment, my heart sour, his father had a trace of resentment.

After graduation, I got a job in the city, a few years later their home. I was relieved - as far away from his father and happy. To my headache is always in my fathers rest day phone call, let me go home to work, I refuse, will provoke meal swearword.

The father to borrow money, I think he would flatly rejected the. However, to live in a new house, I decided to try. I came home and the mother said quietly this thing. Mothers difficult to say: "This matter was and talk to your dad, I Zuobulezhu." No way, I had to bite the bullet to his father to tell their own ideas, but did not think his father readily agreed. I was delighted, his father said: "But you have to give me a sheet IOU." I felt very bad, it is necessary to do so, but I think between father and son needed money, I had to depend him?.

Since then, I resent father. Weekends can not go home do not go home, even though home and his father rarely spoke. All this mother in the eyes. Once while the father was not at home, she asked me: "You are not hate your dad?" Biting my lip, do not speak. The mother said: "In fact, your dad loves you, he often boast behind you honest, hardworking he makes you work, because you are poor health, make you exercise more; well you score, he more than anyone else happy for him. know youre prone to pride, deliberately belittle you; him not send you to school, want you to learn to be independent; he let you go home to work on rest days, you want to see your money to buy a house, your dad and I have a good discussion. , and is given to you, deliberately let you play IOUs, is to make you feel a pressing debt, good thrifty live ...... "

So that! Dawned on me, my fathers love is a deep love, a great love, the fathers love is our intention to sentiment.

译文：

为了买房，我们拿出所有积蓄，首付还缺五万。爱人说：“先到你父母那里借一点吧，等我们有了钱就还他们。”我心里很不情愿。

在我的印象里，父亲不喜欢我，我也不喜欢父亲，甚至有些怨恨他。

三十多年了，我很少看到父亲微笑。他整天阴着脸，吩咐我干这干那。拔猪草、烧火做饭……什么活都让我干，只要一喊累，父亲就骂：“小兔崽子，我看你是懒，快干活!”

三十多年了，我从没听到他夸奖过我。有一次参加市里的数学竞赛，我得了二等奖，拿着奖状兴冲冲跑回家。父亲却漫不经心地瞄了一眼，不屑地说：“怎么没考个一等奖回家呀?”“可是……”我想告诉他，我是全校唯一得奖的。父亲却打断我：“不是一等奖就没什么好骄傲的!”我心里一阵难过，眼泪在眼眶里打转。母亲过来安慰我：“别哭，妈给你煮鸡蛋吃，奖励奖励你。”父亲却吼道：“不是一等奖有什么值得庆贺的?不许煮!”我气得牙根咬得咯咯响，发誓一定要考个第一给他看看。

三十多年了，他很少关心我。高中三年，我一直住校，只有在生活费用完的时候才回家。后来我考上大学，去报到那天，本以为父亲会陪我一起去，他却说家里忙，走不开。我心里不悦，但没说什么，背着简单的行囊出了远门。在新生报到处，看到其他同学都由家长护送来校报到，我羡慕了很久，然后一个人默默地办了入学手续。那一刻，我心里酸酸的，对父亲有了一丝怨恨。

毕业后，我在城里找了工作，几年后又安了家。我松了口气——为远离父亲而高兴。令我头痛的是，父亲却总在我的休息日打来电话，让我回家干活,我一推辞，就会招来一顿臭骂。

这次向父亲借钱，我想他会一口回绝的。但为住新房，我决定还是试一下。回到家，我悄悄和母亲说了这事。母亲为难地说：“这事得和你爸商量，我做不了主。”没办法，我只好硬着头皮向父亲说出了自己的想法，没想到父亲却爽快地答应了。我正窃喜，父亲却说：“不过你得给我打张欠条。”我心里很不是滋味，父子之间有必要这样吗?但一想到急需用钱，我只好依了他。

从此以后，我更怨恨父亲了。双休日能不回家就不回家，即使回家也很少和父亲说话。这一切，母亲都看在眼里。一次趁父亲不在家，她问我：“你是不是恨你爸?”我咬着嘴唇，不说话。母亲说：“其实你爸很喜欢你，他常在背后夸你老实，能吃苦。他让你干活，是因为你体质差，让你多锻炼;你成绩好，他比谁都开心，他知道你容易骄傲，故意贬低你;他不送你去学校，是想让你学会独立;他让你休息日回家干活，是想看看你们。你们买房的钱，你爸和我商量好了，是送给你们的，故意让你打欠条，是想让你们感觉有债压着，好勤俭过日子……”

原来如此!我恍然大悟，父亲的爱是一种深沉的爱，是一种博大的爱，父亲的爱是需要我们用心去感悟的。

[我给父亲打欠条英语作文