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父爱如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 篇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.
听奶奶说：自打我生下来的那天起，全家人都在为我忙活，人家都说我妈妈辛苦，生下我来不容易，但爸爸在医院里默默无闻的日夜奔波，为妈妈端茶送水，为我换洗尿片，一刻都没有休息过，就是晚上也要等我们母女俩甜甜的进入梦乡，他才可以休息片刻，由于我常常闹夜要抱抱，爸爸三个月没有睡好觉。
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.
长大以后，我独自拿着小时候的照片在窗户前发呆。一到三岁时，每天我都在爸爸妈妈的`百般的精心呵护下成长。看着照片上，爸爸妈妈带我快乐的洗澡，自己一人睡在小推车上的模样，就知道，我小时候一定很幸福。
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.
四岁到六岁时，我开始进入我的幼儿园。每天，都是爸爸给我烧早饭，爸爸负责送我、接我，上学、放学。有一次，爸爸因为公司里有事，四点半了，他还没有来接我。眼看天快黑了，我便大声哭了起来，等爸爸来接我回家时，我一路上都不曾和爸爸说话，因为我很气愤，为什么爸爸晚来接我。回家以后，妈妈就一直的责怪爸爸，爸爸不断跟我道歉。以后，就再也没有出现过这样的类似情况
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
父爱如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 篇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.
父爱如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 篇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.
父爱如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 篇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.
父爱如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 篇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 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.
父爱如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 篇6
有人说父爱如山。他会将所有的感情都默默地隐藏在他那伟岸的脊背上，随着岁月流逝而积淀，偶而也会像休眠火山一样爆发一次。父爱如山，爱得如山一般深沉。
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.
而我却要说：父爱似水。他将所有的爱都化做流水，从我心头流过，伴我跋涉人生旅程。哪里有我，哪里就有流水的足迹。于是水充塞着我的生活。当我悲伤忧郁时，有水歌唱的声音；当我欢欣狂喜时，又有水警示的话语在耳畔响起。来自天国的圣水，带着智慧，带着无私的爱，流淌在我心灵的'每一处空间，不时给我安慰，给我激励，给我警示，不时地洗涤着我跳动的灵魂，让我在爱的呵护下健康并快乐地成长。
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.
金秋时节，田野里弥望的是黄灿灿的稻子，远远望去，每一粒谷子都闪烁着收获的喜悦。唯有我迈着沉重的脚步来到这曾经向往过的江城，带着几分伤感，几分失落，和父亲并肩坐在一株缄默的桂树下，桂香在我周围飘溢着，而我却分明感受到一种秋的萧瑟。江南不是我梦想中美丽的江南，一切竟是那样陌生，仿佛自己就像一片红叶，可是秋过了，秋风萧瑟，便被谁随手丢进了江里，顺流漂泊，没有方向，一片茫茫。多么希望有人能将我拣起啊，最好是放进诗集中连带着那被遗弃的伤感，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，我到车站送父亲，即将检票时，父亲递给我一本书，我打开一看，是徐志摩的诗集。令我为之惊喜的是，从书的第一页到最后一页都夹了桂花。父亲意味深长地说：“孩子，用心仔细闻一闻吧！其实每一朵都是香的。”说完走向检票口。
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.
我呆立了许久，想像着曙光中父亲一页页放桂花的情景，感动得流下了滚烫的泪。
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，原来榕城确实很美。
looking back, it turns out that rongcheng is really beautiful.
父爱似水，似水的柔和，似水的细腻，也有似水的那种浪花飞溅，海浪淘天的阳刚。父爱，这如诗的爱之水携着阳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.
父爱如山 Fathers love is like a mountain 篇7
父母的爱是无微不至的，记得小时候的'一个冬天，我的手很冷你便拿起学搓一搓握住我的手给我取暖。
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，你总是把雨伞倾向在我这边，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.
无论在哪里，你总是对我那么好。爸爸，我爱你，虽然所有的父母都是这样，但我还是觉的你是的父亲!
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!
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