父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain（通用16篇）

　　自從我懂事以來，爸爸為了我健康快樂成長，為了我學(xué)習(xí)的進(jìn)步，為了我道德修養(yǎng)的提高;他除了工作時(shí)間外，幾乎把所有時(shí)間都投入了我身上，春夏秋冬，風(fēng)雪下雨，十幾年如一日地關(guān)心著我，愛護(hù)著我。

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 1

　　Since I was sensible, my father has been growing up for my health and happiness, for my progress in learning and for my improvement in moral cultivation. Apart from his working hours, he has devoted almost all his time to me. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, its snowy and rainy. For more than ten years, he has been caring about me and cherishing me.

　　聽奶奶說：自打我生下來的那天起，全家人都在為我忙活，人家都說我媽媽辛苦，生下我來不容易，但爸爸在醫(yī)院里默默無聞的日夜奔波，為媽媽端茶送水，為我換洗尿片，一刻都沒有休息過，就是晚上也要等我們母女倆甜甜的進(jìn)入夢鄉(xiāng)，他才可以休息片刻，由于我常常鬧夜要抱抱，爸爸三個(gè)月沒有睡好覺。

　　Listen to Grandma: since the day I was born, the whole family has been working for me. They say that my mother is hard and its not easy to give birth to me. But my father has been running around the hospital day and night, carrying tea and water for my mother and changing my diapers. He hasnt had a rest for a moment. Even in the evening, we have to wait for our mother and daughter to go to sleep sweetly before he can have a rest I often have to cuddle at night. Dad hasnt slept well for three months.

　　長大以后，我獨(dú)自拿著小時(shí)候的照片在窗戶前發(fā)呆。一到三歲時(shí)，每天我都在爸爸媽媽的`百般的精心呵護(hù)下成長。看著照片上，爸爸媽媽帶我快樂的洗澡，自己一人睡在小推車上的模樣，就知道，我小時(shí)候一定很幸福。

　　When I grew up, I was alone in front of the window with my childhood photos. When I was one to three years old, I grew up with the care of my parents every day. Looking at the picture, mom and Dad took me a happy bath, sleeping on the trolley alone, I knew that I must be very happy when I was a child.

　　四歲到六歲時(shí)，我開始進(jìn)入我的幼兒園。每天，都是爸爸給我燒早飯，爸爸負(fù)責(zé)送我、接我，上學(xué)、放學(xué)。有一次，爸爸因?yàn)楣�司里有事，四點(diǎn)半了，他還沒有來接我。眼看天快黑了，我便大聲哭了起來，等爸爸來接我回家時(shí)，我一路上都不曾和爸爸說話，因?yàn)槲液軞鈶崳瑸槭裁窗职滞韥斫游摇；丶乙院螅瑡寢尵鸵恢钡呢?zé)怪爸爸，爸爸不斷跟我道歉。以后，就再也沒有出現(xiàn)過這樣的類似情況

　　From the age of four to six, I began to enter my kindergarten. Every day, my father cooks breakfast for me. My father is responsible for sending me, picking me up, going to school and finishing school. Once, my father didnt come to pick me up at 4:30 because of something in the company. Seeing it was getting dark, I cried loudly. When my father came to pick me up, I didnt talk to my father all the way, because I was angry. Why did my father come to pick me up late. After going home, my mother always blamed my father, and my father kept apologizing to me. In the future, this kind of situation has never happened again

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 2

　　I live in the poverty rural. My family is very poor, my family has two children and my brother. In my impression, my father always is very cold, I am very enthusiastic about your brother, just because I am a girl. It seems that your brother is his only one. Finally, I have taken a few kilometers from my family, and I can finally leave the fathers bodys loveless face, leaving this no equality, there is no warm home.

　　On the day of leaving home to school, my mother helped me pack my clothes, and sent me to the station with my father. The father stuffed a little crumpled money in my hand, and said coldly: "Save point to use money, nothing to run in the evening, take a few crogens." I also indifferent "Well", no Remember, turned to the bus. Every weekend, the school is calm down, my good friends have left the school one by one, returning to their warm home. I have been alone, I have also thought of the family, I thought of my parents, I thought of my brother, but I thought of my cold words when my father left, my heart was hard, I just didnt go back! I have passed a half a semester, I have really bone, I havent returned. Until the weather is turned cold, I think I want to go back to take some warm clothes. On Saturday, I found a classmate to borrow a bicycle, step by step. Suddenly, the sky is in the sky, the rain is ruthless, ruthlessly falls to my body, the rain is wet, my hair, my clothes, my shoes are wet, I am cold, but I still go home step by step. Set. When I returned home, it was already at night, but I only had a younger brother at home.

　　He told me that Mom and Dad have cultivated fields in Tianli, and now have not come back. Then he gave me a cup of hot tea, asked me: "Sister, how is you not coming back, Dad always go to the village every Saturday evening, wait until the night, our family wants you, especially Dad. Dad also said that if you dont come back in the next week, he said that the school gives you some clothes and money ... "I slammed, standing on the bench like a power, what? Father, he ...? I thought about it, rushing to the village, just is it too rushing, I didnt see my father? Sweat, rain is flowing together to my face ... Some people say that maternal love is like a mountain, mother loves like a sea. And I said that father love is a sea. We are just a ship, which will never go out of the harbor; Father love is the sky, we are just a bird, never fly the vast sky.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 3

　　People always say that father’s love is so quiet but grand that it seems like a mountain. They always bury their love to children deep in the bottom of their hearts and never show it. Father seldom says I love you to their children or does something show it.

　　Mother often tells us to eat more and put on more clothes, but father doesn’t. Father seldom asks your life in school or your relationship with your friends. When you are in trouble and ask suggestions from him, he would not tell you what you should do but help you to find solutions instead.

　　However, father still plays the most important role in your life. He is always the supporter of your life. Whenever you need, he is always by your side. This is the way he shows his love.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 4

　　People say that father’s love likes a mountain: heavy and silent. It’s heavy because he puts all his love to us and it’s silent because he does not know how to express. Faced his love, we accept it silently without saying a word to show our appreciation.

　　Before I was going to senior school, my father had never said a word to show his love to me, so that I thought he did not love me very much and sometimes I was upset about it. However, when I left home for senior school, he called me frequently and just asked me some simple questions like: how’s your study and life? When do you come home? or something like that.

　　Gradually, I realize that he misses me although he would never say it out. So this is father’s love, not so obvious but definitely deep.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 5

　　Motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. Mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.Unconditional love corresponds in one of the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of ones merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe I did not please the person whom I want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear. Furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. No wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults. The relationship to father is quite different. Mother is thehome we e from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. He has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be pared with that of mother. But while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. Father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. Fatherly love is conditional love. Its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." In conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. The negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. The positive side is equally important.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 6

　　有人說父愛如山。他會(huì)將所有的感情都默默地隱藏在他那偉岸的脊背上，隨著歲月流逝而積淀，偶而也會(huì)像休眠火山一樣爆發(fā)一次。父愛如山，愛得如山一般深沉。

　　Some people say that father loves like a mountain. He will hide all his feelings on the back of his great shore in silence. With the passage of time, he will accumulate, and occasionally erupt like a dormant volcano. Fathers love is as deep as a mountain.

　　而我卻要說：父愛似水。他將所有的愛都化做流水，從我心頭流過，伴我跋涉人生旅程。哪里有我，哪里就有流水的足跡。于是水充塞著我的生活。當(dāng)我悲傷憂郁時(shí)，有水歌唱的聲音；當(dāng)我歡欣狂喜時(shí)，又有水警示的話語在耳畔響起。來自天國的圣水，帶著智慧，帶著無私的愛，流淌在我心靈的'每一處空間，不時(shí)給我安慰，給我激勵(lì)，給我警示，不時(shí)地洗滌著我跳動(dòng)的靈魂，讓我在愛的呵護(hù)下健康并快樂地成長。

　　But I want to say: father love like water. He turned all his love into flowing water, flowing through my heart and accompanied me on my journey of life. Where there is me, there is the footprints of water. So the water fills my life. When I am sad and melancholy, there is the sound of water singing; when I am joyful and ecstatic, there are the words of water warning in my ears. Holy water from heaven, with wisdom and selfless love, flows in every space of my heart, comforts me, inspires me, warns me, washes my beating soul from time to time, and makes me grow up healthily and happily under the care of love.

　　金秋時(shí)節(jié)，田野里彌望的是黃燦燦的稻子，遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)望去，每一粒谷子都閃爍著收獲的喜悅。唯有我邁著沉重的腳步來到這曾經(jīng)向往過的江城，帶著幾分傷感，幾分失落，和父親并肩坐在一株緘默的桂樹下，桂香在我周圍飄溢著，而我卻分明感受到一種秋的蕭瑟。江南不是我夢想中美麗的江南，一切竟是那樣陌生，仿佛自己就像一片紅葉，可是秋過了，秋風(fēng)蕭瑟，便被誰隨手丟進(jìn)了江里，順流漂泊，沒有方向，一片茫茫。多么希望有人能將我揀起啊，最好是放進(jìn)詩集中連帶著那被遺棄的傷感，珍藏。

　　In the golden autumn, the fields are full of yellow rice. From afar, every grain of rice is twinkling with the joy of harvest. Only I came to this river city with heavy steps, with some sadness and loss. I sat under a silent osmanthus tree with my father, and osmanthus was floating around me, but I felt a bleak autumn. Jiangnan is not the beautiful Jiangnan in my dream. Everything is so strange, as if I were a red leaf. But after autumn, when the wind is bleak, who will throw it into the river, drift along the current, have no direction, and be boundless. How I wish someone could pick me up. Its better to put it into the poetry collection with the abandoned sadness and treasure.

　　第二天，我到車站送父親，即將檢票時(shí)，父親遞給我一本書，我打開一看，是徐志摩的詩集。令我為之驚喜的是，從書的第一頁到最后一頁都夾了桂花。父親意味深長地說：“孩子，用心仔細(xì)聞一聞吧！其實(shí)每一朵都是香的。”說完走向檢票口。

　　The next day, I went to the station to see my father off. When I was about to check in the ticket, my father handed me a book. I opened it and saw Xu Zhimos poetry collection. To my surprise, osmanthus was sandwiched between the first and last pages of the book. Father said meaningfully: "son, carefully smell it! In fact, each one is fragrant. " Then go to the ticket gate.

　　我呆立了許久，想像著曙光中父親一頁頁放桂花的情景，感動(dòng)得流下了滾燙的淚。

　　I stayed for a long time, imagining my fathers sweet scented osmanthus on one page in the dawn, and I was moved to tears.

　　再回首，原來榕城確實(shí)很美。

　　Looking back, it turns out that Rongcheng is really beautiful.

　　父愛似水，似水的柔和，似水的細(xì)膩，也有似水的那種浪花飛濺，海浪淘天的陽剛。父愛，這如詩的愛之水?dāng)y著陽光在我的生命之途上倘佯。

　　Fathers love is like water, like waters softness, like waters delicacy, also has like waters kind of spray splash, the wave washes the skys masculinity. Fathers love, this poetic water of love with the sun on the way of my life.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 7

　　父母的愛是無微不至的，記得小時(shí)候的'一個(gè)冬天，我的手很冷你便拿起學(xué)搓一搓握住我的手給我取暖。

　　Parents love is meticulous, remember one winter when I was a child, my hand is very cold, so you pick up and learn to rub my hand to warm me.

　　或是在下雨天，你總是把雨傘傾向在我這邊，生怕我淋到雨。

　　Or on rainy days, you always lean your umbrella on my side, lest I get caught in the rain.

　　無論在哪里，你總是對(duì)我那么好。爸爸，我愛你，雖然所有的父母都是這樣，但我還是覺的你是的父親!

　　No matter where you are, you are always so kind to me. Dad, I love you, although all parents are like this, but I still think you are the father!

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 8

　　On the way to Harbin,I felt so sick in the train.When I woke up at midnight,I found my Dad sitting by me with tired eyes.At this very moment,I felt deeply that my Dad was becoming older.Looking at his eyes,I burst into tears.

　　I really wondered how he felt when he returned home,just in the same train,taking 36hours for the long journey.Later on,I called him and asked this question.He just said："It doesnt matter.All of you have done a good job.As your father,I am so proud."

　　The love between family members is precious only when we are parted,maybe.The love between my father and me is clearer,only

　　when it is conducted by a three-thousand-kilometre-long phone line,and only then the bad time when we had some argument between us. These past few years,I felt regret for not understanding my Dad for so long.

　　If only I were a good boy!M y Dad didnt demand that I should be very good at studying,never.He just hoped that I could live creatively.In my life,he sets a good example for me and teaches me how to study,how to be a good man and how to live in the world!

　　This is a very well-structured and reflective account of the relationship between a young man and his father.It has few mistakes in word order. But the simple style suits the subject.There is good use of detail in small incidents such as the father carrying the boy on his shoulders and the train journey.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 9

　　I have a picture, picture of a family was having dinner. have a kind mother, naughty brother, have a beautiful sister, have a lovely sister, however, another, his seat in time and space. empty, let a person feel that is not a sweet home.

　　有一幅畫，畫上的一家人正在吃飯。有可親的媽媽，淘氣的弟弟，有漂亮的姐姐，有可愛的妹妹，但是，還有一位，他的位子時(shí)空的'。空蕩蕩的，讓人感到那并不是個(gè)溫馨的家。

　　My home, is an empty seat. seems it is always empty, since the childhood. i have often in it with vision. but, perhaps that day is far away, far cannot predict, is not acceptable.

　　我的家，就是空了個(gè)位子。似乎它永遠(yuǎn)都是空的，從小到大。我對(duì)它往往都懷著憧憬。可是，那天也許是很遠(yuǎn)很遠(yuǎn)，遠(yuǎn)的無法預(yù)測，無法接受。

　　Let you to accept a walking dead dad, will you? let you to accommodate a dad often dont go home, will you? let you love a often indiscriminate dad, will you? but dont want to, who would not want to, this is fate. i really want to change that.

　　讓你去接受一個(gè)“不存在”的爸爸，你愿意嗎?讓你去容納一個(gè)常常不回家的爸爸，你愿意嗎?讓你去愛一個(gè)常常不分青紅皂白的爸爸，你愿意嗎?不愿意，誰都會(huì)不愿意，但，這是命運(yùn)。我，很想改變。

　　I want to change, change into my home really.

　　我想改變，改變成我真真正正的家。

　　Waiting for you every day, i want to go home. help you said a cup, and chat with you. but, its not possible, because you have too much too much entertainment, you never wanted to "entertainment" with your family! id like to go on saturday, sunday and we share happy family. could not, however, because of your career. is to accompany you to eat dinner we are all very impatient, at that time, you really make me very chilling, cold to make me lose hope for you.

　　每天，我想等您回家。幫您倒杯說，和您說說話。但，這不可能，因?yàn)槟�有太多太多的�?yīng)酬了，您從來沒想過要“應(yīng)酬”下您的家人!我想在星期六、星期日和我們一起去共享家人的天倫之樂。可是，不可能，因?yàn)槟�的事業(yè)。就是陪我們吃頓飯您都很不耐煩，那時(shí)，您真的令我很寒心，寒到令我對(duì)你心灰意冷。

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 10

　　After Mom died,I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work.He was frail and moved slowly,but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me,along with an unsigned note reading,“Drink your juice.”Such a gesture,I knew,was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love.In fact,I remember,as a kid I had questioned Mom“Why doesnt Dad love me!”Mom frowned.“Who said he doesnt love you!”“Well,he never tells me,”I complained.“He never tells me either,”she said,smiling.“But look how hard he works to take care of us,to buy us food and clothes,and to pay for this house.Thats how your father tells us he loves us.”Then Mom held me by the shoulders and asked,“Do you understand!”

　　I nodded slowly.I understood in my head,but not in my heart.I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me.Dad owned and operated a small scrap.metall business,and after school I often hung around while he worked.I always hoped hed ask me to help and then praise me for what I did.He never asked.His tasks were too dangerous for a young boy to attempt,and Mom was already worried enough that hed hurt himself.Dad hand fed scrap steel into a device that chopped it as cleanly as a butcher chops a rack of ribs.The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors,with blades thicker than my fathers body.If he didnt feed those terrifying blades just right,he risked serious injury.

　　“Why dont you hire someone to do that for you!”Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment.“Why dont you hire a cook!”Dad asked,giving her one of his rare smiles.Mom straig htened and put her hands on her hips.“Whats the matter,Ike!Dont you like my cooking!”“Sure I like your cooking But if I could afford a helper,then you could afford a cook”Dad laughed,and for the first time I realized that my father had a sense of humor.The chopping machine wasnt the only hazard in his business.He had an acetylene torch for cutting thick steel plates and beams.To my ears the torch hissed louder than a steam locomotive,and when he used it to cut through steel,it blew off thousands of tiny pieces of molten metal that swarmed around him like angry fireflies.

　　Many years later,during my first daily visit,after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me,I walked over,hugged him and said,“I love you,Dad.”From then on I did this every morning.My father never told me how he felt about my hugs,and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.Then one morning,pressed for time,I drank my juice and made for the door.

　　Dad stepped in front of me and asked,“Well!”“Well what!”I asked,knowing exactly what.“Well!”he repeated,crossing his arms and looking everywhere but at me.I hugged him extra hard.Now was the right time to say what Id always wanted to.“Im fifty years old,Dad,and youve never told me you love me.”My father stepped away from me.He picked up the empty juice glass,washed it and put it away.“Youve told other people you love me.”I said,“but Ive never heard it from you.”Dad looked uncomfortable.Very uncomfortable.I moved closer to him.“Dad,I want you to tell me you love me.”Dad took a step back,his lips pressed together.He seemed about to speak,then shook his head.“Tell me”I shouted. “All right I love you”Dad finally blurted,his hands fluttering like wounded birds.And in that instant something occurred that I had never seen happen in my life.His eyes glistened,then overflowed.

　　I stood before him,stunned and silent.Finally,after all these years,my heart joined my head in understanding.My father loved me so much that just saying so made him weep,which was something he never,ever wanted to do,least of all in front of family.Mom had been right.Every day of my life Dad had told me how much he loved me by what he did and what he gave.“I know,Dad,”I said.“I know.”And now at last I did.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 11

　　Mother’s love wins people’s praises for its selflessness. In fact, father’s love is as great as that. They bury their love in the deep bottom of their hearts and will never show it. My father is of this kind. I remembered once I felt ill. Mother wasn’t at home at that moment. Father acted as a father and as a mother as well. When he came home from work, he would cook dinner for me first. The way he fed me made me think of my kind and tender mother. His eyes were full of love and expectation. I did feel a father’s love at that time.

　　母愛贏得人們贊美因?yàn)槟笎鄣臒o私。事實(shí)上，父親的.愛也是偉大的。他們把愛放在心底。我的父親就是這樣的。我記得有一次我生病了。那次媽媽不在家。父親又當(dāng)父親又當(dāng)母親。他下班回來后，他會(huì)先為我做晚餐。他喂我吃飯的樣子讓我想起了我善良的溫柔的母親。他的眼睛里充滿了愛和期待。我覺得當(dāng)時(shí)我感受到了父愛。

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 12

　　Motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. Mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.Unconditional love corresponds in one of the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of ones merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe I did not please the person whom I want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear. Furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. No wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults. The relationship to father is quite different. Mother is thehome we come from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. He has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be compared with that of mother. But while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. Father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. Fatherly love is conditional love. Its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." In conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. The negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. The positive side is equally important.

　　父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 13

　　fathers love

　　mothers love wi peoples praises for its selfle e . in fact, fathers love is as great as that. they bury their love in the deep bottom of their hearts and will never show it. my father is of this kind. i remembered once i felt ill. mother wa t at home at that moment. father acted as a father and as a mother as well. when he came home from work, he would cook di er for me first. the way he fed me made me think of my kind and tender mother. his eyes were full of love and expectation. i did feel a fathers love at that time.

　　motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.unconditional love corresponds in one of the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of ones merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe i did not please the person whom i want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear. furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. no wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults. the relationship to father is quite different. mother is the

　　home we come from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. he has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be compared with that of mother. but while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. fatherly love is conditional love. its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." in conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. the negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. the positive side is equally important. since his love is conditional, i can do something to acquire it, i can work for it; his love is not outside of my control as motherly love is.

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　　On the way to Harbin,I felt so sick in the train.When I woke up at midnight,I found my Dad sitting by me with tired eyes.At this very moment,I felt deeply that my Dad was becoming older.Looking at his eyes,I burst into tears. I really wondered how he felt when he returned home,just in the same train,taking 36hours for the long journey.Later on,I called him and asked this question.He just said："It doesnt matter.All of you have done a good job.As your father,I am so proud."

　　The love between family members is precious only when we are parted,maybe.The love between my father and me is clearer,only

　　when it is conducted by a three-thousand-kilometre-long phone line,and only then the bad time when we had some argument between us. These past few years,I felt regret for not understanding my Dad for so long.If only I were a good boy!M y Dad didnt demand that I should be very good at studying,never.He just hoped that I could live creatively.In my life,he sets a good example for me and teaches me how to study,how to be a good man and how to live in the world!

　　This is a very well-structured and reflective account of the relationship between a young man and his father.It has few mistakes in word order. But the simple style suits the subject.There is good use of detail in small incidents such as the father carrying the boy on his shoulders and the train journey.

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　　People always say that father’s love is so quiet but grand that it seems like a mountain. They always bury their love to children deep in the bottom of their hearts and never show it. Father seldom says I love you to their children or does something show it. Mother often tells us to eat more and put on more clothes, but father doesn’t. Father seldom asks your life in school or your relationship with your friends. When you are in trouble and ask suggestions from him, he would not tell you what you should do but help you to find solutions instead. However, father still plays the most important role in your life. He is always the supporter of your life. Whenever you need, he is always by your side. This is the way he shows his love.

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　　It is said that a mothers love of selfless, deep, broad, but the father loves the also is not small.

　　My father temper is a little irritable, angry is very strict, but sometimes he is very gentle, humor, old and Im kidding; Dad grow tall, long face, a pair of bright eyes.

　　Dad is very strict to my request, English or at least more than 95 points, whenever see English, returned home dad a inquiry, one heard my English achievement is not ideal, his mood is bad. So, English scores sometimes make me happy, sometimes make me suffer.

　　Once, when English examination paper hair down, how I want to can score over 95 points, I have a look, I only got 86 points, I cried, I every English exam 90 points, but this is only got 86 points, Im disappointed, at the thought of love home scolded, I am afraid. One time in the past, I was back home, heart pounding, also dare not face dad, I went to my room, but still didnt escape dads critical. Father asked: "daughter, English? I cant say, because I dont know dad hear my grades will be angry." Dad asked again, I cant, I have been said: "I... I... just... 86 points." Dad came over and I am very worried, seemed to jump out of the new pump, but dad said, "daughter, after careful study, got good or bad doesnt matter, the important thing is that you have seriously to learn, so long as the efforts." Dads attitude is I cant catch you at the moment. I want to; daddy not only dont scold me, but the education I, I will study hard, get good grades to repay my father, let my father live each day with a smile.

　　I for I have a kind and strict father proud.

　　都說母愛的無私的、深沉的、寬廣的，可是，父愛也不是渺小的。

　　我爸爸脾氣有點(diǎn)急躁，生氣起來就很嚴(yán)厲，但是他有時(shí)很溫柔、幽默，老和我開玩笑;爸爸長得高高的，長臉，一對(duì)明亮的眼睛。

　　爸爸對(duì)我的要求很嚴(yán)厲，英語成績至少也得95分以上，每當(dāng)看到英語成績時(shí)，回家后爸爸一追問，一聽到我的英語成績不理想，他的心情就不好。所以，英語分?jǐn)?shù)有時(shí)會(huì)讓我高興，有時(shí)會(huì)讓我遭殃。

　　有一次，當(dāng)英語試卷發(fā)下來時(shí)，我多么想分?jǐn)?shù)能在95分?jǐn)?shù)以上，我一看我只考了86分，我哭了起來，我每一次英語都考了90多分，可是，這是只考了86分，我很失望，一想到回家要愛挨罵時(shí)，我很害怕。時(shí)間一分一秒的過去了，我回到了家，心里砰砰直跳，也不敢面對(duì)爸爸，我悄悄走向自己的房間，可還是沒逃過爸爸的.火眼金睛。爸爸問：“女兒，英語成績怎么樣?我不敢說，因?yàn)槲抑�道爸爸聽到我的成績不好，就要生氣了。”爸爸又問了，我沒辦法，我斷斷續(xù)續(xù)的說：“我……我……只考了……86分。”爸爸走過來，我擔(dān)心極了，新泵的好像要跳出來，可是爸爸說：“女兒，以后要認(rèn)真學(xué)習(xí)，考得好壞無所謂，重要的是你有沒有認(rèn)真的對(duì)待學(xué)習(xí)，只要努力就行了。”爸爸的態(tài)度是我一時(shí)反應(yīng)不過來。我想;‘爸爸不但不訓(xùn)我，而是教育我，我以后一定會(huì)認(rèn)真學(xué)習(xí)，取得好成績來報(bào)答爸爸，讓爸爸笑著度過每一天。

　　我為我有一位即慈祥又嚴(yán)格的爸爸而感到自豪。

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