我父亲的一个学生用英语怎么说（实用19篇）

Our English teacher, Ms Huang, came to our school in 1980. She has been an English teacher for more than 30 years. She works hard and has been a model teacher for many years.

She is kind and friendly to us after class, but She is rather strict with us in class. She always encourages us to speak and read more English. She often says,"Practice makes perfect." She is good at teaching and tries her best to make every lesson lively and interesting. She often gives us slide shows, teaches us English songs and helps us to put on short English plays. She is not only our teacher but also our friend. We all respect and love her.

Tomorrow she is going to attend an important meeting, at which she will be given a medal for her advanced deeds.

黄老师是我们的英语老师，她1980年来到我们学校，已经当了30多年的英语老师。她工作努力，多年来一直是模范教师。

课下，她对我们很友善，但课堂上却对我们要求很严。她经常带鼓励我们多说多读英语，常常说“熟能生巧”。她教得很好而且尽可能使每节课都上得生动有趣。她常给我们放幻灯片，教我们唱英语歌曲，还帮助我们排演英语小话剧。她不仅是我们的老师，同时又是我们的朋友，我们都尊敬和爱戴她。

明天，她将出席一个重要会议，在会上她的先进事迹将受到表彰。

单位或集体向有关单位或上级机关和领导，就某项工作提出某种建议时使用的一种常用书信。以下是小编整理的英语老师给学生的建议书，欢迎阅读！

在新的学校呆了近两个月，不久刚举行了一次月考，学生都反映成绩不理想。借分析试卷的机会，我布置学生对我两个月的初一语文教学提出自己的意见，学生们踊跃参与，各抒己见。现归纳如下，并加上自己的感悟，以期指导今后的教学。

1、 上课速度要放慢，课文讲解要详细些。

感悟：中学的学科增加了，学习任务也加重了，可学生还停留在小学的阶段，要求老师咀嚼慢磨可见与小学的接轨工作没有做好。

2、上课要让学生把手放在书桌上，以防学生在下面做小动作。

感悟：还是小孩子的思维，或者说小学的许多做法在学生心中留下了深刻的印象，甚至是一些错误的做法也被学生视为法宝，习惯的力量大得吓人！

3、 上课不能接电话，请假也不能耽误课程。

感悟：曾经有两次在课堂接电话，后来我不再带手机进教室了，不想学的记忆那么棒。老师实在是一个高标准的职业！

4、学校的图书馆要对学生开放，允许学生借阅图书，开拓学生的视野。班级要办图书角，争取成立班级图书馆。

感悟：学生的知识来源渠道太窄，尤其是农村的学生。他们对知识充满了渴望。可惜学校图书馆暂时没有办法满足他们的要求。“书香校园”的建设任重道远！

5、 多布置作业，甚至抄作业做，对未完成作业的同学要严厉惩罚。

感悟：对最后一点我赞成，可前两点我有自己的看法。大概是小学的“题海

战术”功勋“卓著”，小学毕业考试的成绩让学生们体会到了它的巨大功能，令她们念念不忘。到初中之后学习的难度增加，他们又想起来对自己用这一狠招。我的可怜的学生！

6、 多讲课本上的课后习题。

感悟：自己的确对课后的“研讨与练习”关注不够，大部分是要求学生自己

完成，事后的检查也没有。学生是在提醒我不能丢了教材！

7、不能拖课，要将课间十分钟还给学生。

感悟：以后无条件执行！

8、上课声音洪亮，多讲普通话。

感悟：自己是外乡人，普通话有时讲的不标准，带有很重的地方口音。本来一进新学校，我自己格外注意这个问题，不想还是出问题。还是要加强普通话训练，“说”是教师的重要基本功之一！

9、多写正楷字，一笔一画的写！

感悟：本来自认为自己的字写得不错，周围同事也是这么说的，可在学生面前却行不通了。究其原因是，自己的字连笔多，有时字多或者一急，就显得潦草。这真是一个不应该出现的意见。

10、课堂上多训练朗读。

感悟：与自己的想法不谋而合。在教学中我一贯主张读中感、读中悟，甚至仿照韩军的名文写了《没有朗读，语文教学找不到回家的路》一文，表达自己的观点。可能问题出在自己的朗读水平不高，对学生朗读指导不到位上。

11、多举行如书法、朗诵等形式的竞赛。

感悟：以赛代练，以赛代学，在丰富多彩的活动中学习语文，是大家的一致追求。我在今后要多动脑筋，丰富他们的学习与生活！上次的“这就是我”语文实践活动，以“赛”的形式，鼓励学生全程参与，气氛热烈，学生的热情十分高涨！

12、多用多媒体和扩音器。

感悟：现代化的东西大家都喜欢！

13、平时测验要写作文，可以训练学生作文的速度，提高写作水平！

感悟：有两次单元检测，我考虑到时间的关系，就不要求他们作文，没有想到他们自动请缨。我的感觉是：喜从天降，何乐而不为！写作是语文教学的重点和难点，次数训练是基础，所谓量变导致质变嘛。学生都懂这个道理！

14、抓好预习，利用多种机会养成学生自学的习惯。

感悟：教学的最高境界就是：教是为了不教。好的学习习惯会让他们受益终生！“地球人都知道”！

15、不准对学生瞪眼睛，不准大声批评学生，不准打断学生的发言，不准拐弯批评学生。

感悟：学生是聪明和敏感的，我们每个老师都要当心呀！

Ever since colleges started to charge the students for the education they receive, there has always been a problem for some students, especially for those from remote rural regions, to get the money for it. So the government offers them an option of borrowing money from banks. Surveys show that the number of students financing his education in this way is increasing.

However, some students, although not many, failed to pay back the loans as they had promised in the contract. The banks have a very hard time coping with this problem. And the government can do nothing effective to help the banks.

I think there is more than one reason for this. Dishonesty may be one but not the major one. As is known, we are experiencing a particular phase of economic development where the supply of human resources is much bigger than the demand for it. So many students are not able to find a well-paid job. How can they pay the loans back? To solve this problem, I think the government should make efforts to get the whole economy go smoothly, creating more job opportunities.

do you mind being called a bad student? of course not. so far as i know,everybody intends to be (become) a model student.

however,to be a model student is by no means an easy thing. first,he must do his best to obtain knowledge. a man without sufficient knowledge will not succeed. secondly,he must remember to improve his health. only a strong man can do great tasks. thirdly,he should receive moral education. if his conduct is not good,no one will consider making friends with him.

你价意被称为坏学生吗?当然不。就我所知，每个人都打算做模范学生。

然而，做模范学生却不容易。第一，他必须尽力获得知识(求知)。一个没有足够知识的人是不会成功的。第二，他必须记住促进健康。只有强壮的人才能做大事。第三，他应该接受道德教育。如果他品行不好，没有人会考虑和他交朋友的。

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

“小时候，常坐在父亲肩头，父亲是那登山的梯，父亲是那拉车的牛……”每当听到这首深情的歌，我的眼前便会出现一个又黑又瘦的男人。他个头不算高，脸上布满饱经风霜的皱纹，那一道道深深地皱纹，是他四十多年沧桑的见证。长满双手中又厚又硬的老茧，是生活压力的痕迹。全身瘦的没有一丁点油脂，似乎小小的微风就可以将他吹到在地，在我心中，他——我可敬的父亲，却是高大无比。

正是这样一个男人，给了我全家的幸福，生活中无论多么巨大的灾难降临，他都会为我们顶住，当生活中狂暴的风雪吹来，会有他强健的臂膀为我们阻挡，他为我们全家，撑起一把大伞，我们在雨伞下成长，他却在拼命的支撑着。我可敬的父亲！我伟大的父亲！生活的一切，都是你无私地为我们提供。

在这广大的世界上，你为我开天辟地；在这布满荆棘的道路上，你又为我披荆斩棘。

农村的五月，正是丰收的黄金季节，村外的麦田，处处洋溢着麦香，这个令所有人繁忙的季节，你却坐在我的床头边，给我喂药。当夜幕降临，四处一片蛙声的时候，你还在我床头静静的守护着我。那一刻，我真想哭，你那出自心底的无私父爱，让你变得伟大，慈祥。

自我长大以后，很少在得到你的陪伴，但我在时间的鞭策下，总是能够感受你对我的点点关爱。正如你对我的希望，我会努力去奋斗，去拼搏，在风雨的磨练下，茁壮成长。

父亲，我敬爱的人，你是高大、无私/慈祥，处处都是你的爱与奋斗，在我心中，您是巨人，为我撑着一切，在我的眼中，谁也无法将您替代，我最敬爱的人。

[我眼中的父亲学生作文

父母对我的爱，是无法言表的。父亲如火，旺盛热烈；母亲如油，细腻柔和；我则是将被煮熟的菜肴，在父亲与母亲的呵护下，我逐渐走向。

母亲是个很细心的人，每次打扫卫生从不留死角，家总是一尘不染。母亲很简朴，自己舍不得吃也舍不得穿，但母亲会满足我一切物质上的需求。母亲还会很多针线活，小时我贪玩，裤子经常撕破，母亲便很耐心地替我缝补好。即便我现在这么大了，衣服扣子掉了或有衣服撕破，母亲还是会很耐心地替我缝补好。可是在不经意间我发现了母亲的白发，我有一种很心疼的感觉。母亲为了我也生了不少气，我的生命来源与母亲，我的性格，乃至我所有的所有，大部分也取决于母亲，我爱母亲。

我的父亲是明亮的灯塔，他是家庭的脊梁，他是精神的支柱，他是我背后无私的支持者。父亲是个朴实的中层领导，在我还在接受教育这个年纪，父亲却独自一人在外打拼；在我还在享受家庭的温暖的这个年纪，父亲却肩负起支撑家庭的沉重责任。父亲为了我，他和我同步学习，父亲虽然年纪大了，但还是为了我和我一起学几何。为了我，父亲与我学习到深夜；为了我，父亲与爱好挥手而别；为了我，父亲辞去了许多酒宴……看到父亲斑白的两鬓，我的心在哭泣。

父亲和母亲为了我，为了这个家付出了太多的爱。夜晚，躺在床上，看着皎洁的月光，想起父母亲的皱纹，想起父母亲的白鬓，我的眼泪不禁顺着眼角流了下来。父亲、母亲，我想深深地说一声：“您们辛苦了！”

我一天天的成长，知道了要感恩父母，我会好好学习，用好成绩来回报父母亲对我的关爱，我有个好的父母，他们照亮了我前行的人生之路。

Please allow me to introduce myself fou you. My name is xx, my 20-year-old, was born in Qinghai Province. Very honored to have this opportunity to come here to interview. Now I will briefly introduce themselves. I graduated from the Qinghai first vocational schools My specialty is computer software applications. In the past year I have the basic expertise. I like reading books, watching movies, listening to music, and so on. I think I am an honest and optimistic, can also work under great pressure. This is probably, thank you。

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

父亲的教导是我一生的指南。有时对父亲的教诲毫不在意，却尝了不在意的苦头；有时不服气，可事实总是叫我五体投地，；有时常因自己的聪明才智去轻视，没想到中了自己的诡计。也许人就这样，可怜的鼻子碰不了壁就领悟不出一定的道理。...

沙沙的春雨渐渐地停了，它洒在校园里，也洒在我的心里。我推开教室的窗户，一股馨香的空气扑了进来。梧桐树叶上还挂着的水珠，闪闪烁烁。那条通往校门的大路被春雨浸润后，再经行人一踏，留下了一行行清晰的脚印。

窗外，鸦雀无声，树木们无精打采地蹲着。一片闷气笼罩着整个宿舍，大家都光着膀子，不敢轻举妄动。这鬼天气，只要稍微动一下就会一身大汗。但我却一点都不觉得闷，得意得傻笑着。

那天，无意中翻到一张老照片，泛黄的画面上，父亲抱着年幼的我，脸上的笑容是那么的灿烂！犹记得那时的父亲，是那么年轻，高大挺拔，充满了活力。为人和善又很有风趣，他幽默的话语，常常逗得我们哈哈大笑。

小时候老师总爱出的作文题目是：一件最难忘的事，我已经好久都没有写过了，在今天这个特别的日子里，我经历了一件难以忘怀的事，今天恰好是父亲节，在我心里似乎一直没有这个节日，情人节，妇女节，圣诞节，我几乎每天都在过节，但唯独落...

亲爱的老爸：这几天工作还顺利吗？天气越来越热了，您也别贪凉，晚上开空调睡觉记得盖好被子。这些话您一定很熟悉吧，因为这些都是您平时在电话里叮嘱我的，尽管您几乎每个周末都会回家，但你一天至少要打两个电话给我，说的内容无非就是...

今天是父亲节了，晚上一定要打个电话回家问候一下老爸。不知道他现在还好吗？退休后的生活是否还习惯，离开了三十年的工作岗位肯定也会舍不得的，如同即将要离开华工的我们，一种别样的情思在心头。

初中学英语family这个单词时老师跟我说：爸father和and妈mother我i爱love你you爸妈我爱你=家庭爸爸是排第一位的把一个单词拆开来讲，解释的有板有眼，家--包含了我爸爸妈妈．家是休息的港湾。而爸爸是我的导航。

A Letter to My Dear Father

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

作者：李一哲

不同于传统父爱的严厉，你的爱是温和的像冬日的融光，照在心里暖洋洋一一致父亲

你给我的爱是捧在手心里的珍视。记得前几年家里因投资失败经济不好，我吵着要去超市，你无奈之下借了钱塞给我让我去买零食当别人说你胡闹说你都这样情况了还任性时我深刻的记得，你说自己的闺女自己不宠谁来宠。你说只要闺女想要的砸锅卖铁也会给，设错，就是这简短有力的话，它在我心里挥不去，抹不掉，我今年18岁，它在我心里已7年！它让年幼的我懂得了爱的意义。谢谢你这棒在手心里的珍视。

你给我的爱是永远鼓的赞美，随着学业的繁重，压力的增加，内心难免焦虑。你就像一碗心灵鸡汤端在我面前，你告诉我我有多优秀，你告诉我有我这个闺女你有多自豪。你也是我救世主，是母亲责骂时我的背锅侠。在你心里，我是公主，打不得也骂不得的那种，在你这里，我是女王，万丈光芒皆照我。

父亲，你对我的爱是如此的视若金宝，可是你知道我对你的爱吗？我多想告诉你我有为心疼你，我多想分你忧。我为想分你苦。

我不知道那种一下跌荡谷底的感觉有多糟我不知道投资矢败对你打击有多大，我不知道你放下你高傲的自尊去给我借钱需多大的勇气，我什么都不清。什么也不楚，可，可我多想清我又多想楚。我多想了解你从头再来的勇气我多想分担你的劳，我多想解决你的忧，我多想和你一起撑起这个家。

我不想看到你英俊的脸庞一次次布满岁月的痕迹，我不想望你坚实的背梁一次次被压得背影。你不善言辞，因为我会听到你说你是真的爱我，可我也是真的爱你，我想你，我想你多表达你的苦与劳。

顶起这个家的是你，唱白脸的是你，做避风港的依旧是你，佛曰：“前世五百次回眸才可换得今生的一次擦肩而过。”多幸运前世的回眸换得今生做你的“小情人”

父亲，我想对你说：我想解你忧，我想分你劳，我想做你贴心小棉袄。我也会努力，努力成为你的骄傲，和你一起撑起这个家！

不同于他人的隔阂，我对你的爱就像漫天炸裂烟花，藏也藏不住——致父亲。

My father is about forty years old. He graduated from Shanxi University. He is a manager now, and works in a computer company.

My father likes his work very much. Hes good at English, and he writes some books on computer every year and all of them are popular.

In his spare time, he goes swimming or plays the piano. Sometimes he watches TV with my mother.

Ithink he is hardworking and successful. I admire him.

Dear Lily:

I think you had better feed a hamster,the trediest kind of pet these days is the small hamster. People like them because they are quiet and clean. I have a hamster named Tom,it’s very cute and easy to take care of,and it’s cheaper than rabbits or cats,so I bought it. She’s my best company,because she reads books and litens to music with me every night.However,life with a hamster isn’t always perfect,she sometimes noisy at night ,she love sleep all day,too. So,sometimes she is very boring! How do you think?

作者：栾希芸

父亲，我是你悉心呵护的芽儿，浸泡在你的汗水中，汲取盐和水分，逐渐成长。

爱哭的孩子的背后一定有一个纵容的，无私包容的，撑起一切麻烦的靠山。我的背后站着您，您总是包容着我的任性，宽容我的无理取闹。我的生活一路平坦，但实际却面临过无数次歧路，是您每次不经意间鼓励的话语，无微不至的呵护，又或者是稍加修饰的怒视，让我得到父爱的启发，在歧路道口缩回一脚。有惊无险地度过。

同许多人不一样，大多数的父亲给予孩子的爱是理智而又克制的，而您，却把满腔的爱都给了我。很多人会说，拿以前的事情来抒情是幼稚又矫情的，但往往那些稚嫩却甜蜜的回忆更值得珍惜。总有人跟我说：你真是你爸的心头宝，捧在手里怕摔着，含在嘴里怕化了。每听到这样的话语，我的心里就忍不住得泛甜，整个人都飘飘然的。累了就抱着，走不动了就背着，在平日里不打不骂，好吃好喝总是第一个，小小的我就这样被宠着长大。

每个孩子心里都住着一个英雄，他叱咤风云，无所不能，所有困难他都冲锋在最前方。这样的英雄最好的诠释或许就是父亲了，他不会计较得失，不会明明白白地划分界限，他把世界上最好的，他所认为最好的，毫不保留地带给孩子，父亲，我的英雄他不曾变过。

我亲爱的父亲，您把所有的爱毫不保留地给予我，您不拿我同别的孩子比较，您的注意力也时刻都是我的，绝不让我委屈求全，哪怕是我做的有不妥，您也坚定地站我一边，不妥协。

我最敬爱的父亲，我学着您的脚步蹒跚走路，随着您的背影向前奔跑，撑着您的掌心一往无前。我总是很任性，可我突然明白我不该再任性了，我想陪着您去看海阔天空，想陪着您领略拂面春风，我想让您感到骄傲，父亲。

Hi， boys and girls， good morning， it is my plearsure to take this change to introduce myself， my name is ***， i am 10 years old。 About my family， there are 4 people in my family， father， mother， brother and me， my father and mother are all very kind， welcome you to visit my family if you have time！

I am a very outgoing girl（boy）， I like reading、playing games and listening to music， of course， I also like to make friends with all the people in the school， I hope I will be your best friends in the sckooe life。

嗨，男孩和女孩们，早上好，很荣幸能有这个机会来介绍我自己，我叫***，我今年10岁。关于我的家庭，我的家庭有4个人，爸爸，妈妈，弟弟和我，我爸爸妈妈都是很友善的，欢迎你来我家玩如果你有时间！

我是一个很外向的女孩（男孩），我喜欢阅读、玩游戏和听音乐，当然，我也喜欢与学校里所有的人交朋友，我希望我会在sckooe生活是你最好的朋友。

It was the Eve of the Spring Festival.

Dusk was just falling as I slurped up the last bit of rice and laid down my chopsticks.

“Theyre starting!” cried my friend excitedly. “Quick! Quick!”

Outside, children were running everywhere. Their happy voices and faces made me warm inside, despite the cold wind that greeted me. My friend thrust a bundle of straw in my hands. “Come!” he cried. I giggled as I ran to catch up to him; the childrens excitement was a fever that spread to even the big kids like us.

I soon joined a rowdy bunch of children and teenagers who were building a bonfire in the middle of a path that ran through the wheat fields. “Here,”said my friend, handing me a long bamboo pole. “Put some of your straw in the fire. Then tie the rest onto your pole like this.” He demonstrated with his own materials, and I followed his example. Then he thrust both our torches into the fire and handed me mine. “Now run!”

And run I did----we all did. For miles and miles around, as far as I could see, there were small orange specks scattered about, and I could hear the distant screaming and laughing of other children running up and down the rice field path. For several hours into the night I helped build fires and keep an eye on the younger children. Occasionally I, too, lit a torch and ran around like a mad man, screaming and waving a flaming bamboo pole.

This festival, which occurred six days before Chinese New Year, was just one of the experiences during the visit to my friends over the Spring Festival. As it was explained to me, the purpose behind this festival was to allow the children to have fun burning up all the straw leftover after the harvest. Later, the ash is used for fertilizer.

Before, how much I dont understand, always cut class, make you angry, still fight with people, to do this, you hold a lot of heart for me, although you hit me, scold me, but I still love you. Because I know it is my own fault, you dozen I scold me, just to put my back into the right direction. Whenever someone asked me "what do you like your mom or dad?" I would not hesitate to tell him "I like all parents, but I like my father." Others asked "why do you like my dad? Your father hit you, punish you, you should not hate him, isnt it?" I can honestly tell him "I the fight with person, father will be scold me, sometimes will scold me, but at night he would quietly coated for me several times, I still see him touch my wounds tears, then I will tell myself, I must not let dad sad so sad."

Now I wont fight, dont skip class, I am much better than before. These are all  dads credit. No longer make my father angry, no longer get bothered by dad. Dads mood than they used to be happy, I also feel very happy.

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...

Speaking of patriotism, we can think of many patriotic heroes at once. Qu Yuan embraced a patriotic passion to vote in the MI Luo river, which became a thousand ancient songs; Yue Fei backed the thorns of "faithful to the country", and let the world praise them; Wen Tianxiang "lament the lonely ocean in the lonely ocean" and "leave the heart to take the heart of the Qing Dynasty"; Liu Hulans knife before the knife is not low, and Huangs eye is not afraid in front of the eye of the gun. They stand up in front of the achievements, major issues issues of right and wrong, shaking heaven and Earth Spirit of patriotism. Read their stories, often let us respect, admiration and reverence arise spontaneously.

Today, I read the "the most tender, the most pure patriotic heart" in "the Beidou star of the change of life", I deeply feel that the original spirit of patriotism can also be interpreted so. Yes, the 8 year old Xin Yues greatest wish before leaving the world was to stand in front of the Tiananmen to see the flag raising ceremony and listen to the national anthem. Who can say that this is not the most sacred love of patriotism? Are those 119 volunteers just willing to fulfill Xiao Xins wish? Is this not the most real expression of their patriotic feelings?

Patriotism is not necessarily vigorous. In fact, it is not far away. It is around us. Every time the flag raising ceremony, we stand upright and respectfully salute, this is patriotism; the teacher is a hard gardener, we respect the teacher, listen to their teaching, and let oneself become a useful talent for the future construction of the motherland, this is patriotism. We respect our elders and care for them. This is patriotism. Perhaps someone will be surprised: "are these simple behaviors patriotic?" Yes！ From the start, the simple side of things, we can be in front of major issues issues of right and wrong.

Students, let us down from the trivial little things, for the love of the motherland and contribute our utter innocence! Let the Beidou star guide us and illuminate our direction.

Sarah Liang Liang1 Mrs Fu

College Writing 123

November 5, 2014

My family portrait

Are you seeing that picture of my familyThe sun was shining brightly! My parents sat together in sofa. My mother hugged my brother, and I stood beside on my father. We were smile sweetly to the camera. All we us look like very happy although we were a poor family at that time.

My mother is not tall, not short but slim. She has a round face, two big eyes, a small nose and small mouth. She’s beautiful. She is forty-three years old, but she looks so young! She is my dear friends .

You must feel very strange to my father because he having full-white hairs, just look like a old man. My parent’s relationship is old husband and young wife. He is older than my mother 20 years. He can as my grandfather at his age.

You can see that my father wear a long sleeve shirt and look like a gracious man to camera. In my daily life, he is a bad-tempered man. He looks up to boy and down on girl. So he is very strict to me because I am a girl. He takes particular care for my brother. Well , his finger is long and thin. He often uses finger to tooth my ears as I was a child , wow!

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My father has a bad habit that he likes smoking very much. I hate it. See, the house is full of smoke. I know it bad for his health as well as my mother, brother and mine. We advise him to give up smoking. I’m sure he will follow my advice some day.

My father like to reading newspapers after meals. He also likes reading in his spare time. He told me reading little by little. I like books, because they help me in many ways.

I ever upset that my father having white hairs before I enter to college as I would always compared him to my friend’s young father. You know, I rebelled when I was in high school. Well, I am very respecting him now. I am having the feelings of important to my family. I love my parents and brother. They are plays an important roles in my whole life.

Such is my family, I am proud of having such a good family!