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father’s love
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 e_press. 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.
父親的愛(ài)英語(yǔ)演講稿：father’s love
my father’s love
there is a saying that goes that if the mother"s love is like sunshine that makes you feel the considerate care,relatively speaking,the father"s love is like wind,which is invisible,but haunts you forever.
whenever i talk of my father,my eyes are full of tears.i even have no idea why i am so e_cited, maybe because of ties of love.
when i was little,i was fearful to stay with him.he was so strict with me that he often scolded me because of my wrongdoings.gradually,there was a gap between him and me.every time when i ran into some difficults,i asked for mother or others for help.i didn"t want to communicate with him.also he just sat on the sofa,watching tv,regardless of my feelings.it seemed that we were strangers just living under the same roof.
life is not a bed of roses.afterwards,he lost his job.in order to support our family,he left home and worked outside the hometown.i was gleeful then because i was reluctant to get along with him any more.everything seemed to go well.later,he rang me saying that i needed to take care of myself and study hard in preparation for the future.besides,he e_pressed his sorry that he couldn"t stay with me and care about me in person.in a flash,i was deeply touched by his words.it occured to me that my father loved me all the time just in another way that was different from the mother"s.
the time went on.in face of the entrance e_amination,i was under great stress.without consideration,my father came back.he felt that it"s his responsibility to stand together with me to fight for the future.every morning,he got up earlier than me only to prepare breakfast for me.every night ,he talked with me to ease stressful feelings.at the same time,he tried to create an atmosphere where i was not lonely and helpless.tough as it was,i still determined to stick it out,not only for myself,but for my father.though the result didn"t satisfy me,he was content with it,saying it was enough.
i appreciate all that my father has done for me.
my father is a common person,but his love is great.my dear father, happy father’s day!
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父親在女兒婚禮上的英語(yǔ)演講，幽默風(fēng)趣，字字句句都是一位父親對(duì)女兒的愛(ài)，以及給自己女婿的忠告。父愛(ài)母愛(ài)在很多人眼中都愛(ài)得深沉，給自己孩子許多心理負(fù)擔(dān)，但這位父親的愛(ài)卻讓女兒沒(méi)有任何負(fù)擔(dān)，看女兒在婚禮上笑得前俯后仰，會(huì)不會(huì)讓你忘記一個(gè)詞叫"莊重"。
父親的感人又幽默的演講詞中英對(duì)照：
philip, i wanna tell you a story. and like all good stories, it starts like this:
philip，我要跟你說(shuō)個(gè)故事。而就像所有的好故事一樣，它是像這樣子開(kāi)始的：
once upon a time, there was a father, and in case you can’t figure that out, that’s me. this father had a wonderful little boy. he was very happy.
從前從前，有一位父親，萬(wàn)一你搞不清楚，那個(gè)人就是我。這位父親有個(gè)很棒的小男孩。他非常開(kāi)心。
then one day, he found out that his wife was going to have another baby. so i prayed, "lord, if it’s your will, make her a little girl." and he did. i was the first person to hold her in my arms.
接著有一天，他發(fā)現(xiàn)他的妻子即將有了另一個(gè)寶寶。所以我祈禱：「老天爺啊，如果這是您的旨意，讓她是個(gè)小女孩吧。」而祂答應(yīng)了。我是第一個(gè)將她抱在懷里的人。
and i looked at her, and i said, "lord, make her like her mother." and he did. she was loving, giving, so good and so kind.
然后我看著她，我說(shuō)：「老天爺啊，讓她像她媽媽吧。」然后祂辦到了。她深情、奉獻(xiàn)、很好心又很仁慈。
but then i realized i was getting left out. so i said, "lord, make her like me." and he did. she could drive a truck and a tractor. she could load hay and chew tobacco. do you realize what you’re getting?
但接下來(lái)我了解到我給遺漏了。所以我說(shuō)：「老天爺啊，讓她像我吧?！谷缓蟮k照辦了。她能夠駕駛卡車(chē)和牽引機(jī)。她可以堆牧草還能嚼煙草。你知道你即將得到的是什么嗎？
but at the same time, she was opinionated, emotional and hard-headed. so i said, "lord, that’s enough of that! make her like you." and he did. he gave her the desire to serve people. she loves people. she gave her life to being a nurse. she’s brought people back from the dead. and she’s held the hand of people who have breathed their last breath. he gave her a heart for missions, and she’s trekked all over the world. pushed canoes up swollen rivers, laid on the floor while bullets whizzed outside so she could tell people about jesus.
但同時(shí)，她頑固、情緒化而且強(qiáng)悍。所以我說(shuō)：「老天爺啊，那樣足夠了！讓她像你吧?！苟k做到了。她給了她服務(wù)人群的渴望。她愛(ài)人們。她奉獻(xiàn)一生當(dāng)個(gè)護(hù)士。她曾把人從鬼門(mén)關(guān)給救回來(lái)。她曾握著那些咽下最后一口氣的人們的手。她給了她傳道的勇氣，而她曾艱苦跋涉了千山萬(wàn)水遍及世界。推獨(dú)木舟逆著漲水的河流而上、子彈呼嘯在外時(shí)臥伏在地，如此而能夠向人們傳播耶穌的福音。
but still something was missing, so i said, "lord, make her happy." and she met you. did you see that look on her face? i never saw that until she met you. and i’m grateful for that. today i’m giving you the best thing i have to give.
但仍然缺少某個(gè)東西，所以我說(shuō)：「老天爺啊，讓她快樂(lè)吧?！谷缓笏鲆?jiàn)了你。你看到了她臉上的那表情嗎？直到她遇見(jiàn)了你我才見(jiàn)到那表情。而我因此心懷感激。今天我要將我所擁有能夠施予最棒的東西交給你。
i just want you to know before i do that, how hard me and god has worked to get her ready. so philip, as i give her to you, i don’t think you’ll mind if i give you one more word of advice. me and god’s worked hard. don’t screw it up!
在我那樣做之前，我只是想要你知道，老天爺和我是已經(jīng)多么地努力將她給準(zhǔn)備好。所以philip，當(dāng)我將她交給你之時(shí)，我不認(rèn)為你會(huì)介意如果我多給你一句忠告。老天爺和我已經(jīng)很努力了。別搞砸了！
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who is using the arm of qiu jin, for us to put up a brilliant sky?
who is using the hard-working hands, happy for us to build a home?
are you, father, a great name but ordinary!
father of a mountain, broad-minded, the father of rivers to accommodate an umbrella for us so that we stay away from disaster
father of a vessel, carrying us, brave the wind and waves, love towards the harbor!
in the eyes of his daughter, the father is more like you are leaning against a tree in spring can love you like fantasy ganlu drop, moisten with my heart;
through the summer to enjoy your love, like bursts of breeze, the wind blowing softly beside him;
taught me to become ripe autumn, your love is to me is that the rich fruits of success
taught me to become a strong winter, you love the sun are continuously given me confidence and strength!
spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun traces of rotation time, quietly climbed up the wind and rain on your face honed, so that you vicissitudes
not forget, you earnestly to teach the scene
not forget, you sent her daughter to ride back to school is not to be forgotten, when the daughter of late in your sad eyes
is not to be forgotten, when the sick daughter on your face can not forget the scenes of fear, the father and daughter is not to be forgotten ... ... if the situation can be life-cycle the ne_t life, i also make your daughter!最新父親節(jié)英語(yǔ)演講稿
是誰(shuí)，用虬勁的臂膀，為我們撐起一片燦爛的天空?
是誰(shuí)，用勤勞的雙手，為我們構(gòu)建一個(gè)幸福的家園?
是您，父親，一個(gè)平凡而又偉大的名字!
父親一座山，胸懷寬廣，容納百川父親一把傘，為我們遮風(fēng)擋雨，使我們遠(yuǎn)離災(zāi)難
父親一艘船，載著我們，乘風(fēng)破浪，駛向愛(ài)的港灣!
在女兒的眼里，父親您更像是一棵樹(shù)春天能倚著幻想您的愛(ài)像滴滴甘露，滋潤(rùn)著我的心房;
夏天能靠著乘涼您的"愛(ài)像陣陣涼風(fēng)，輕輕地拂過(guò)身旁;
秋天教我變得成熟，您的愛(ài)是累累碩果讓我看到成功的希望
冬天教我變得堅(jiān)強(qiáng)，您的愛(ài)是縷縷陽(yáng)光賦予我自信和力量!
春夏秋冬，日月輪轉(zhuǎn)時(shí)光的痕跡，悄悄爬上您的臉龐風(fēng)雨的磨礪，使您飽經(jīng)滄桑
忘不了，您諄諄教導(dǎo)的情景
忘不了，您騎車(chē)載送女兒上學(xué)的背影忘不了，女兒遲歸時(shí)您目光中的憂(yōu)愁
忘不了，女兒生病時(shí)您臉龐上的擔(dān)心忘不了的一幕幕，忘不了的父女情……如果生命可以輪回，來(lái)生我還做您的女兒!最新父親節(jié)英語(yǔ)演講稿
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hi, everybody. sunday is father"s day. if you haven"t got dad a gift yet, there"s still time. just barely. but the truth is, what we give our fathers can never match what our fathers give us.
i know how important it is to have a dad in your life, because i grew up without my father around. i felt the weight of his absence. so for michelle and our girls, i try every day to be the husband and father my family didn"t have when i was young. and every chance i get, i encourage fathers to get more involved in their children"s lives, because what makes you a man isn"t the ability to have a child – it"s the courage to raise one.
still, over the past couple years, i"ve met with a lot of young people who don"t have a father figure around. and while there"s nothing that can replace a parent, any of us can do our part to be a mentor, a sounding board, a role model for a kid who needs one. earlier this year, i launched an initiative called my brother"s keeper – an all-hands-on-deck effort to help more of our young men reach their full potential. and if you want to be a mentor to a young man in your community, you can find out how at whitehouse.gov/mybrotherskeeper.
now, when i launched this initiative, i said that government can"t play the primary role in a young person"s life. taking responsibility for being a great parent or mentor is a choice that we, as individuals, have to make. no government program can ever take the place of a parent"s love. still, as a country, there are ways we can help support dads and moms who make that choice.
that"s why, earlier this week, we brought working dads from across america to the white house to talk about the challenges they face. and in a few weeks, i"ll hold the first-ever white house working families summit. we"ve still got too many workplace policies that belong in the 1950s, and it"s time to bring them up to date for today"s families, where oftentimes, both parents are working. moms and dads deserve affordable child care, and time off to care for a sick parent or child without running into hardship. women deserve equal pay for equal work – and at a time when more women are breadwinners for a family, that benefits men, too. and because no parent who works full-time should have to raise a family in poverty, it"s time for congress to follow the lead of state after state, get on the bandwagon, and give america a raise.
dads work hard. so our country should do what we can to make sure their hard work pays off; to make sure life for them and their families is a little less stressful, and a little more secure, so they can be the dads their kids need them to be. because there"s nothing more precious in life than the time we spend with our children. there"s no better feeling than knowing that we can be there for them, and provide for them, and help give them every shot at success.
let"s make sure every dad who works hard and takes responsibility has the chance to know that feeling, not just on one sunday, but every day of the year.
thanks everybody, happy father"s day, and have a great weekend.
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摘錄:my father was forced to let the bank take possession of most of the acreage6) of his farmlandone year when a crop failure meant he couldn’t make the mortgage7) payment. he was ableto keep one acre of the farmland where the small farm house was located.
my father’s hands
his hands were rough and e_ceedingly1) strong. he could gently prune2) a fruit tree orfirmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. what i remember most is the special warmthfrom those hands as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of ablue hawk, or a rabbit asleep in its lair. they were good hands that served him well and failedhim in only one thing. they never learned to write.
父親節(jié)英語(yǔ)演講稿：my father’s hands
my father was illiterate. the number of illiterates3) in our country has steadily declined, butif there were only one i would be saddened4), remembering my father and the pain heendured because his hands never learned to write. he started school in the first grade, wherethe remedy for a wrong answer was ten rule r strokes across a stretched palm.
for some reason, shapes, figures and letters just did not fall into the rig ht pattern inside hissi_-year-old mind. his father took him out of school after several months and set him to a man’sjob on the farm.
years later, his wife, with her fourth-grade education, would try to teach him to read. and stilllater i would grasp his big fist between my small hands and awkwardly help him to trace theletters of his name. he submitted5) to the ordeal for a short time, but soon grew restless andwould declare that he had had enough.
one night, when he thought no one saw, he slipped away with my second grade reader andlabored over the words until they became too difficult. he pressed his forehead into the pagesand wept. thereafter, no amount of persuading could bring him to sit with pen and paper. hedid still like to listen to my mother, and then to me, read to him. he especially enjoyedlistening to us read to him from the bible.
my father was forced to let the bank take possession of most of the acreage6) of his farmlandone year when a crop failure meant he couldn’t make the mortgage7) payment. he was ableto keep one acre of the farmland where the small farm house was located.
from the farm to road building and later to factory work, his hands served him well. his mindwas keen, and his will to work was unsurpassed. his enthusiasm and efficiency brought anoffer to become a line boss--until he was handed the qualification test.
years later, when mother died, i tried to get him to come and live with my family, but heinsisted on staying in the small house with the garden plot and a few farm animals close by.his health began to fail, and he was in and out of the hospital with two mild heart attacks. olddoc green saw him weekly and gave him medication, including nitroglycerin8) tablets to putunder h is tongue should he feel an attack coming on.
my last fond memory of dad was watching as he walked across the brow of a hillside meadowwith those big warm hands resting on the shoulders of my two children. he stopped to point outa pond where he and i had fished years before. the night, my family an d i flew back to ourown home. three weeks later dad was dead because of a heart attack.
i returned to my father’s home for the funeral. doc green told me how sorry he was. in fact, hewas bothered a bit, because he had just written dad a new prescription, and the druggist9)had filled it. yet the bottle of pills had not been found on dad’s person. doc green felt that apill might have kept him alive long enough to summon help.
i went out to dad’s garden plot where a neighbor had found him. in grief, i stooped to t racemy fingers in the earth where he had reached the end of his life. my hand came to rest on ahalf-buried brick, which i aimlessly lifted. i noticed underneath it the twisted and battered, yetunbroken, container that had been beaten into the soft earth.
as i held the container of pills, the scene of dad struggling to remove the cap and indesperation trying to break it with the brick flashed painfully before my eyes. with deepanguish i knew why those big hands had lost in their struggle with death. for there, imprintedon the cap, were the words：“child-proof cap--push down and twist to unlock. ”
the druggist later confirmed that he had just started using the new safety caps.
i knew it was not a rational act, but i went right downtown and bought a leather-boundpocket dictionary and a gold pen set. i bade dad good-bye by placing them in those big hands,once so warm, which had lived so well, but had never learned to write.
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父親節(jié)英語(yǔ)演講稿
his hands were rough and e_ceedingly
1) strong. he could gently prune
2) a fruit tree orfirmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. what i remember most is the special warmthfrom those hands as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of ablue hawk, or a rabbit asleep in its lair. they were good hands that served him well and failedhim in only one thing. they never learned to write.
my father was illiterate. the number of illiterates
3) in our country has steadily declined, butif there were only one i would be saddened
4), remembering my father and the pain heendured because his hands never learned to write. he started school in the first grade, wherethe remedy for a wrong answer was ten rule r strokes across a stretched palm.
for some reason, shapes, figures and letters just did not fall into the rig ht pattern inside hissi_-year-old mind. his father took him out of school after several months and set him to a man’sjob on the farm.
years later, his wife, with her fourth-grade education, would try to teach him to read. and stilllater i would grasp his big fist between my small hands and awkwardly help him to trace theletters of his name. he submitted
5) to the ordeal for a short time, but soon grew restless andwould declare that he had had enough.
one night, when he thought no one saw, he slipped away with my second grade reader andlabored over the words until they became too difficult. he pressed his forehead into the pagesand wept. thereafter, no amount of persuading could bring him to sit with pen and paper. hedid still like to listen to my mother, and then to me, read to him. he especially enjoyedlistening to us read to him from the bible.
my father was forced to let the bank take possession of most of the acreage
6) of his farmlandone year when a crop failure meant he couldn’t make the mortgage
7) payment. he was ableto keep one acre of the farmland where the small farm house was located.
from the farm to road building and later to factory work, his hands served him well. his mindwas keen, and his will to work was unsurpassed. his enthusiasm and efficiency brought anoffer to become a line boss--until he was handed the qualification test.
years later, when mother died, i tried to get him to come and live with my family, but heinsisted on staying in the small house with the garden plot and a few farm animals close by.his health began to fail, and he was in and out of the hospital with two mild heart attacks. olddoc green saw him weekly and gave him medication, including nitroglycerin
8) tablets to putunder h is tongue should he feel an attack coming on.
my last fond memory of dad was watching as he walked across the brow of a hillside meadowwith those big warm hands resting on the shoulders of my two children. he stopped to point outa pond where he and i had fished years before. the night, my family an d i flew back to ourown home. three weeks later dad was dead because of a heart attack.
i returned to my father’s home for the funeral. doc green told me how sorry he was. in fact, hewas bothered a bit, because he had just written dad a new prescription, and the druggist
9)had filled it. yet the bottle of pills had not been found on dad’s person. doc green felt that apill might have kept him alive long enough to summon help.
i went out to dad’s garden plot where a neighbor had found him. in grief, i stooped to t racemy fingers in the earth where he had reached the end of his life. my hand came to rest on ahalf-buried brick, which i aimlessly lifted. i noticed underneath it the twisted and battered, yetunbroken, container that had been beaten into the soft earth.
as i held the container of pills, the scene of dad struggling to remove the cap and indesperation trying to break it with the brick flashed painfully before my eyes. with deepanguish i knew why those big hands had lost in their struggle with death. for there, imprintedon the cap, were the words："child-proof cap--push down and twist to unlock. "
the druggist later confirmed that he had just started using the new safety caps.
i knew it was not a rational act, but i went right downtown and bought a leather-boundpocket dictionary and a gold pen set. i bade dad good-bye by placing them in those big hands,once so warm, which had lived so well, but had never learned to write.
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my father
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 didn"t have our own house and had to live in a shabby, small room rented from my father"s factory. the room was so small that there was little space for people to walk. i didn"t 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 other"s help.
so in this way my lovely, removable bed was born.
when winter came, this special bed obviously wouldn"t 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 didn"t want to leave. that garret was created with my father"s 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.
我的父親大學(xué)英語(yǔ)演講稿
