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英文伤感父爱篇一
《关于父爱的英文版》
英文伤感父爱篇二
《父爱英语文章》
Many years ago, a baby boy came into this world. But unfortunately, he didn't come with a cry, which was a big problem from the medical point of view. The doctor, tough and quick, turned the baby upside down and slapped his bottom sharply. The baby cried, and he survived. At that moment, the father yelled at the doctor, "Why did you hit my baby?" He did not realize that the doctor had saved the baby's life. The baby cried and cried, and the father smiled and
silently cried as well. He held the baby in his arms and did not allow the doctor to touch the baby anymore...
很多年前，一个男婴来到了这个世界。但遗憾的是他没有“呱呱落地”，从医学角度来说，这是一个很大的问题！好在医生现场反应很快，也很强悍，一下子把男婴倒提起来，对着屁股一阵狂打。男婴终于哭了，脱离了生命危险。当时在场的孩子父亲不干了，对着医生吼道，“你为什么打我的孩子啊？”他并没有意识到医生救了这孩子的命。男婴不停地哭，这位父亲面带微笑，高兴地默默流泪。他紧紧地把婴儿抱在怀里，再也没有让医生碰一下这个孩子…… Contest chair, ladies and gentlemen, that baby was me, and that man was my dad. Whenever my mom told people this story, I would always laugh aloud, and my dad would just shake his head and smile quietly.
大会主持人，女士们先生们，那个婴儿就是我，那个男的就是我老爸。每当妈告诉别人这个故事时，我总会放声大笑，而老爸则会一边摇头一边默默地微笑。
Dad never tried to hug or kiss me when I was a child. And of course, he never said "I love you" to me, either. Maybe it's a Chinese cultural thing, or maybe that's the way my dad was. But whenever I felt defeated, sad or lonely, dad was always there. Dad was a man of few words, but I always liked to talk to him, and I could always feel a very special connection to him.
我小的时候爸从来不抱我，从来不亲我，当然他也从来不说“我爱你”这三个字。也许这是中国文化的问题，也许爸就是这种人。但每当我受挫、伤心或孤独无助时，爸总会在默默地关心我。老爸话不多，但我总喜欢有什么话都给他说，同是我也总是能感到和老爸之间那种无法言喻的特殊关系。
As I got older, I had a huge crush on a girl. She was tall and beautiful, with long hair. One day, I walked up to her and blurted out, "you are so beautiful baby. I
love you so much. Please be my wife!" She was afraid and ran away with tears in her eyes. She told my teacher, and my teacher was so angry that she made me stay after school, and called my dad to take me home. My first love was over, and that year I was 7 years old.
等我大一些的时候我疯狂爱上了一个女孩子。她又高又漂亮，还有一头长发。终于有一天，我忍不住了，走到她面前，很快地说道，“亲爱的，你太漂亮了！我太爱你了！做我老婆吧！”没想到她吓坏了，抹着眼泪跑掉了，然后就告诉了老师。老师当时非常生气，放学后没让我回家，并给老爸打电话，让他过来领人。我的初恋就这样夭折了，那年我七岁……
On the way home, dad was very quiet. It seemed that nothing had happened. Finally I broke the silence and asked him, "Daddy, did I do something wrong?" Dad paused for a while as he always did and said quietly, "Son, you did nothing wrong, except that it's too early for you to pursue girls." "Daddy, do you think I could marry a tall and beautiful girl with long hair when I grow up?" I asked. Dad gave me one of his rare laughs and said, "Of course you could. You are so handsome! Just like your handsome father." For the first time, I realized that dad had a sense of humor, although he was always quiet.
回家路上老爸非常沉默，好像什么事都没发生。最后我打破了沉默，问道，“爸爸，我做错什么了吗？”和往常一样，老爸沉默了一下，轻轻地说到，“儿子，你没做错什么，只是你这个年龄追女孩子有点早。”“爸爸，你觉得我长大能娶一个又高又漂亮，头发很长的老婆吗？”我又问道。老爸听了很难得地大笑了一下，说道，“当然能了！你那么帅，跟你老爸一样帅！”我第一次感到，老爸虽然话不多，但还是有些幽默感的。
When I was in high school, dad retired and set up a food stand on the street near my school. Dad was very good at making fried noodles, and a lot of people liked his noodles. Every day when I finished school, my classmates and I would pass his food stand. But I really hated talking to dad in front of his food stand,
because I did not want my classmates to know that my dad was selling noodles on the street!
等到我上高中的时候老爸退休了，在离我学校不远的街边摆起了面摊儿。老爸很擅长做炒面，当时很多人都很喜欢他做的面。每天放学回家，我和我的同学们都要路过爸的面摊。但那时
候我真得很讨厌站在他摊前和他说话，因为我实在不想让我的同学知道我有一个在大街上摆摊的老爸。
One night, I couldn't stand it any more and shouted, "Dad, could you stop selling your stupid noodles? I don't need a father who sells noodles on the street!" At that moment, dad was shocked. He tried to say something but didn't. When he turned his head away, something happened that I had never seen and would never forget for the rest of my life. His eyes were filled with tears and sadness. It was the first time that I saw dad crying. My mom later told me that dad was selling noodles to save money for my college education. I was such an idiot, and even today I still feel guilty for that night.
一天晚上我再也忍不住了，朝老爸吼道，“你能不能不再去卖面条？我不需要一个只会在大街上卖面条的父亲！”在那一刻爸惊呆了，他想要说些什么，但最终没有说。当他扭过头的时候，我发现他的眼里含着泪水和哀伤。我从未见过老爸这个样子。妈后来告诉我，老爸摆摊卖面条是在为我上大学攒学费。我太蠢了！即使今天，我仍然为那天晚上的所作所为而感到内疚。
Time really flies. I finished college and then left my home city. For the past ten years, whenever I've visited home, dad was always there meeting me and seeing me off quietly at the railway station. Whenever he saw me off, he never tried to hug me or touch me, although I always expected a father's hug. When I was away from home, dad never wrote or called me, but he always pushed my mom to call me. Whenever mom was calling me, dad would sit beside her with a list of questions. He would instruct mom to talk to me for him. That's the way dad is, and that's how dad shows his love to me.
时间飞逝，我念完了大学，后来又离开了我所在的城市。在过去的十年中，每当我回老家，老爸总会默默地在火车站迎我然后再送我。每当他在车站送我时，他从来不会和拥别，也从来不会碰我一下，虽然我总是期待他能抱我一下。当我远在他乡时，老爸从来不会给我写信，也从来不给我打电话。但他总是会催妈给我打电话。每当妈给我打电话时，老爸就会坐在她身边，准备好一些问题，然后让妈帮他传话。
I was married three years ago. Dad was very happy for me. And now he likes to tell people that his daughter-in-law is tall and beautiful, with long hair...
三年前我结婚了，老爸很为我感到高兴。现在他喜欢告诉别人，他的儿媳妇又高又漂亮，还有一头长发……
Dad is still quiet, but I still feel a connection. Ladies and gentlemen, when a connection is deep and powerful, it lives in a place far beyond words, and it becomes something special---"a silent father's love."
老爸话仍然不多，但我仍然能感到和他之间的那种特殊的密切关系。女士们先生们，当这种关系变得如此深厚和强烈时，它会根植于某处，再也无法用语言表达；它会变成一种特殊的情感：一种无言的父爱。
英文伤感父爱篇三
《关于父爱的英文版》
英文伤感父爱篇四
《父爱 英语》
英文伤感父爱篇五
《父爱如山英语ppt》
英文伤感父爱篇六
《英语优美散文赏析——父爱无边》
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!
我父亲是个自学成才的曼陀林琴手，他是我们镇最优秀的弦乐演奏者之一。他看不懂乐谱，但是如果听几次曲子，他就能演奏出来。当他年轻一点的时候，他是一个小乡村乐队的成员。他们在当地舞厅演奏，有几次还为当地广播电台演奏。他经常告诉我们，自己如何试演，如何在佩茜?克莱恩作为主唱的乐队里占一席之位。他告诉家人，一旦被聘用就永不回头。父亲是一个很严谨的人，他讲述了他试演的那天，很多人在喝酒，咒骂，他不想呆在那种环境里。
有时候，父亲会拿出曼陀林，为家人弹奏。我们三个小孩：翠莎、蒙蒂和我，还有乔治通常会伴唱。唱的有：《田纳西华尔兹》和《海港之光》，到了圣诞节，就唱脍炙人口的《银铃》："银铃，银铃，城里来了圣诞节。"歌声充满了整个房子。父亲最爱的其中一首赞歌是《古老的十字架》。我们很小的时候就学会歌词了，而且在父亲弹唱的时候，我们也跟着唱。我们经常一起唱的另外一首歌来自沃特?迪斯尼的系列片：《戴维?克罗克特》。父亲只要听了两遍就弹起来了，"戴维，戴维?克罗克特，荒野边疆的国王。"那是我们家最喜欢的歌曲。他知道我们喜欢那首歌和那个节目，所以每次节目结束后，他就拿出曼陀林弹奏。我永远不能明白他如何能听完几遍后就能把一首曲子弹得那么好。我热爱唱歌，但我没有学会如何弹奏曼陀林，这是我遗憾至今的事情。
父亲喜欢为家人弹奏曼陀林，他知道我们喜欢唱歌，喜欢听他弹奏。他就是那样，如果他能把快乐奉献给别人，他从不吝啬，尤其是对他的家人。他总是那样，牺牲自己的时间和精力让家人生活得满足。父亲的这种付出是只有当我长大成人，而且是有了自己的孩子后才能体会到的。
我在1962年1月加入了美国空军基地。每当我休假回家，我都请求父亲弹奏曼陀林。没有
人弹奏曼陀林能达到像我父亲那样的境界，他在那古老的曼陀林上抚出的旋律能够触及你的灵魂。他弹奏的时候，身上似乎能发出四射的光芒。你可以看出，父亲为能给家人弹奏出如此美妙的旋律，他是多么的自豪。
父亲年轻的时候，曾在农场为爷爷工作。爷爷是农场使用者，要向农场所有人交纳谷物抵租。1950年，我们全家搬离农场，父亲在当地石灰石采石场谋得职位。采石场在1957年倒闭，他只好另觅工作。他曾在马里兰州登多克的欧文斯游艇公司上班，还在马里兰州的洛斯的托德钢铁公司上过班。在托德钢铁公司上班期间，他遇到了意外。他的工作是把有棱角的铁滚到搬运台上，这样焊接工才能作进一步加工来完成整个工序。在那个特殊的日子里，父亲的 左手第三个手指被缠在两片钢铁中。医生对手指施手术，但未能保住那只手指，最后父亲只好让医生把那手指的指尖给切除了。那个手指并没有完全丧失拿东西的能力，但是却影响了他弹奏曼陀林的能力。
事故后，父亲不太愿意弹奏曼陀林了，他觉得再也不能像以前弹得那么好了。我休假回家请求他弹奏曼陀林，他以种种借口解释不能弹奏的原因。最后，我们软硬兼施逼他就范，他终于说："好吧，但是记住，我拨弦再也不能像过去一样了。"或者会说："这个手指出意外后，我再也不能弹得像过去那样好了。"对于家人来说，父亲弹得好不好并没有分别，我们很高兴他终于弹奏了。当他弹起那把陈旧的曼陀林，就会把我们带回昔日那些无忧无虑的幸福时光。"戴维，戴维?克罗克特，荒野边疆的国王"就会再次响彻西弗吉尼亚州的贝克顿小镇。
1993年8月，父亲诊断得了不宜动手术的肺癌。他不想接受化疗，因为他想体面地过完他生命最后的时光。大约在父亲去世的一周前，我们请求他能否为我们弹奏曼陀林，他说了很多借口，最后还是答应了。他知道这可能是他最后一次为我们弹奏了，他为老曼陀林调弦，弹了几个音。我环顾四周，家人个个都泪水满眶。我们看见在我们面前是一个安静的、谦虚的人，以生命最后的力量，用爱的力量支撑着。父亲再也没有足够的力量弹奏，这使我们对那天的记忆更加强烈。父亲做着他一生都在做的事情：奉献。即使生命已走到了尽头，他却仍尽力为他人创造欢乐。没错，父亲一定还能弹奏曼陀林的。
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英文伤感父爱篇七
《父爱英语作文》
There are so many people talking about how much their mother love them, whereas seldom people realize how much love their father give them. In fact, father's love is as strong as mother's, but normally, fathers are not very good of expressing their feelings. Father's love is deep and silent, that's why most people think their father love them less.In my childhood memory,my father is always there when I need him, though he never said it out loud how much he love me, father's like a shelter when the storm coming, father's like a door when there is danger outside, father is someone no matter how you treat him, he will choose to bear all the pressure and let me free. So please cheer for the love of father!
英文伤感父爱篇八
《藏在心灵深处的父爱》
藏在心灵深处的父爱
提起父爱，在大多数人的心中都觉得自己没有感觉到父爱的存在，但在我的心中父爱无处不在，往事一幕幕的呈现在眼前。
记得小学时，有一次老师叫我们自由组合亲手做风筝，我对风筝的制作包括所用材料，可以说是一头雾水。就在我张皇失措时，爸爸的鼓励就像一条绳子伸进了深谷，给掉下深谷的我一线“生机”。在做风筝的线轴时，爸爸找来了所需的材料，并教我如何做，在爸爸的指导下，一只漂亮而又独特的风筝飞翔在比赛场上，让我的同学羡慕不已。记忆深处中飞翔的风筝，一直带着爸爸的鼓励鼓舞我前进。 读初一时，我在学校住宿，有一次半夜不知何故突然发烧，是爸爸深夜到学校接我并立刻送往医院，是他一直陪伴在我的身边。在药房领药时，爸爸的头发被微风吹起，乌黑的头发下掩盖的银发随风飘起，我心中扬起了阵阵伤感，我的眼眶湿润了，脑海里不断重现爸爸以前的种种片段，爸爸为我付出的太多太多了。 现在我是一个外宿生，因家所处的路段不太安全，所以无论春夏秋冬，严寒酷暑，在我晚上自习回家时，总能在路灯的映衬下，看到父亲的背影，他每天晚上都在那路灯下等候我放学。也许父爱不如母爱，也许父亲不像母亲那样，在你出门前嘱咐你要当心，也许不会在严冬叫你多穿些衣服……，但纵使有一万个也许，也改变不了他对你的爱。 当你呱呱落地来到世上，是谁最兴奋？是你的父亲。当你生病卧床时，是谁最担心你？是你的父亲。当你在学校成绩优异时，是谁最高兴？是你的父亲。当你功成名就时，是谁最为你感到自豪？是你的父亲。当你和我有一样的经历后，就会有和我一样的心得。你就会感觉到父爱是细微的、细致的，它无处不在。当你细细地回忆往事时，细细地品味生活时，你就会发现父爱的踪迹。 请记住，你和父亲在一起是万分之一的机会。体会、谅解、感激就是对父爱，对他的回报。 心灵深处的父爱是一生不断奋斗的力量源泉。
英文伤感父爱篇九
《父亲节英文ppt》
英文伤感父爱篇十
《父亲》
父亲
想想你的背影；我感受了坚韧；抚摸你的双手；我摸到了艰辛；不知不觉你鬓角露了白发；不声不响你眼角上添了皱纹；我的老父亲；我最疼爱的人；人间的甘甜有十分；您只尝了三分。。。。。。每每听到这首歌，我都潸然泪下，心里顿生伤感。老父亲犹如一棵大树，他将自己的树冠无限延伸、延伸，为我遮挡风雨，我们将在他的庇护下茁壮成长，稚嫩的小手攀爬在大树上汲取光和热，有一天小树苗周身发生了巨大的变化，它将挣脱这种无微不至的关怀，淘气的要到外面看看大自然的风光，它轻轻的将小脑袋探出了绿叶交织的树冠，一阵微风吹过，它惊恐的哆嗦了一下，它从来没有经历风的吹拂，它赶紧将脑袋缩了回了，埋在了树冠下，大树用粗大的枝条拍着小树的身体，语重心长的告诉小树，你要坚强，你要勇敢，你要冲出去看外面的世界。于是小树在大树的循循善诱之下怯生生的冲出树冠努力向上延伸，它看见了，看见了无比灿烂的世界，慢慢的它在风雨的洗礼之
下开始变得更加丰满坚强。这个场景在我生命的轨迹中不断反复出现。
父亲就犹如这棵参天大树为我遮风挡雨，可有一天老人家突发脑出血病倒了，一个铁人般的父亲就这样倒下了。我们一家人举手无措，家人在ICU监护室外日夜守候，盼望奇迹的的发生，盼望上天能眷顾这个顶天立地的男人。在医生的抢救中父亲坚强的从死神手中溜了回来，在短暂的神智清醒中他还是极力寻找我们一家人，看见我们一个也没少，他似乎得到了很大的安慰。可病情的严重是他再次陷入了深度昏迷。反反复复的清醒昏迷，让我们的心一次次被掏空，父亲呀父亲你要挺住。我们无数次在心里默默为老人家祈福。快、快、快。。。。。。病人不行了。医生护士忙碌的身影一次次匆匆掠过我们的身边，看见父亲间歇性呼吸暂停，医生护士不停的抢救，我们的心脏随之忐忑不安。我们期盼着，为了我们的父亲这个世界上唯一的“父亲”，一生吃尽无数苦的父亲。云卷云舒，斗转星移，沉重的气氛在空气中变得凝重而漫长。坚强的父亲在生与死之间徘徊，最终他以坚不可摧的毅力战胜了死神，恢复了意识。我又一次触摸到了他厚重而温暖的手，感受到了他脉搏的跳动。随着康复治疗的开始，父亲的苦难也就伴随他的全身瘫痪开始了，我们每天给他按摩，请大夫扎针、他还要不间断的喝中药，忍痛加强肢体锻炼，对于一个吃了一辈子苦的男人他都能忍受，可让他接受自己瘫痪的事实，父亲不干了，他咆哮着，怒吼着。用愤怒抵制一切康复锻炼。慢慢的他似乎觉得这一切都无济于事了，于是他顺从了，让我们参扶着他从零起点开始学习走路，刚开始他连腿都不会迈，我们要从婴儿开始训练他、教他。父亲学的也很认真，艰难的、沉重的迈着小碎步前行，因为是我们扶着他，迈步也是东倒西歪的，走两步他都会累的上气不接下气，豆大的汗珠顺着脸颊滚落下来，可好强的父亲总咬牙坚持着，汗水浸湿了衣背。他仍然坚持着一步、二步让我们帮他数着，一天、一天老父亲坚持着，无论刮风下雨，他就这样坚持着。从一步能扶着走一百米，虽然他的锻炼给我们了些许惊喜，但更多的还是遗憾，这麽一个坚强的人，好端端就倒下了，父亲呀父亲你给我们留下了太多的遗憾，我们只能在你生病的时候来报答你的恩情。每天下班我能看见你好好地躺在床上，我就很满足。我就会想：虽然我们没有办法治愈你的疾病，
但我们要让你快乐、幸福的生活。虽然我们不能像小时候你照顾我们一样，但我们要撑起
这家，为你挡风遮雨。
父爱啊父亲您就是一缕阳光，让我的心灵即使在寒冷的冬天也能感到温暖如春；父爱您就是一泓清泉，让我的情感即使蒙上岁月的风尘依然纯洁明净。 父爱您就是一座山峰，让我的身心即使承受风霜雨雪也沉着坚定；父爱您就是一片大海，让我的灵魂即使遇到电闪雷鸣依然仁厚宽容。父爱您就是一道光辉，让我的心灵即使濒临与黑暗也能看见光明大
道；父爱您就是一阵微风，让我的思想沾上肮脏的污垢也能焕
然。
一切拥有亲人的瞬间，是幸福的；拥有亲情的快意，是幸福的；拥有父爱更是幸福的。
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