One day more than a decade ago, our parents with tears, smiles and happiness to greet our arrival. But when we came to the world at the moment, the parents have more of a heavy work - to take care of us. Although this is a heavy burden, but the parents have no complaints and I grew up raising. In order to give us a comfortable living environment, they are always so hard, then the effort. Small, I always treat this issue as a matter of course, because I do not understand the hard work their parents do not know. Now, I grew up, and I know with a heart of Thanksgiving to appreciate their parents, should take care, the responsibility of your parents.
Sun is just past my 20th birthday that day, I would first think of Thanksgiving is to parents, because my parents have only gives me the opportunity to savor the world of colorful and well-being of life, enjoy life happiness and well-being, is that they gave me life, gave me the care of in every possible way. With sons and daughters happy, happy most of the parents, children with depression, it is most concerned about the parents. Licking the calf love, parental love, deep as the sea. Therefore, no matter the social status of parents, level of knowledge and other qualities, they are our greatest benefactor this life is worthy of our love of the people forever.
Students might say nothing of their own blessings, but for parents, this sound a better blessing than anything, are unforgettable, are sufficient to enable them to tears!
十多年前的某一天，我们的父母用泪水和幸福的笑容迎接了我们的到来。但当我们来到世上的那一刻起，父母们却多了一项繁重的工作——照顾我们。尽管这是一种沉重的负担，但父母们却毫无怨言地抚养我长大。为了给我们一个舒适的生活环境，他们总是那么辛苦，那么努力。小的时候，我总把这当作天经地义，因为我不了解，也不知道父母的辛苦。现在，我长大了，我知道该怀着一颗感恩之心去体谅父母，应该担当起，照顾、孝敬父母的责任。
刚刚过去的星期天是我20岁的生日，那天，我首先想到的就是要感恩父母，因为有了父母才有了我，才使我有机会在这五彩缤纷的世界里体味人生的冷暖，享受生活的快乐与幸福，是他们给了我生命，给了我无微不至的关怀。儿女有了快乐，最为之开心的是父母，儿女有了苦闷，最为之牵挂的也是父母。舔犊情深，父母之爱，深如大海。因此，不管父母的社会地位、知识水*以及其它素养如何，他们都是我们今生最大的恩人，是值得我们永远去爱的人。
同学们，或许一声祝福对自己算不了什么，但对父母来说，这声祝福却比什么都美好，都难忘，都足以使他们热泪盈眶!
But somehow those three little words
但不知道为什么这小小的三个字
Are the hardest ones to share.
却最难与人分享
And fathers say I love you
而父亲说我爱你
In ways that words can‘t match--
用言语没法比拟的方式
With tender bed time stories
或是温和地在床头讲故事
Or a friendly game of catch!
或是一场友好的捉迷藏游戏
You can see the words I love you
你可以看到我爱你这些字
In a father‘s boyish eyes
从父亲孩子起的眼睛里
When he runs home,all excited,
当他兴奋地跑回家
With a poorly wrapped surprise.
脸上带着难以掩饰的惊喜
A father says I love you
父亲说我爱你
With his strong helping hands
用他强有力的援助之手
With a smile when you‘re in trouble
用他的微笑帮你度过难关
With the way he understands.
用他所理解的方式
He says I love you haltingly.
他踌躇地说我爱你
With awkward tenderness--
带着笨拙的温柔
It‘s hard to help a four-year-old into a party dress!
帮一个四岁小孩穿上派对礼服实在是不容易!
He speaks his love unselfishly
他无私地表达他的爱
By giving all he can
付出他的全部
To make some secret dream come true.
让心底的梦想成真
Or follow through a plan.
或追求一个计划
A father‘s seldom-spoken love
父亲很少说出口的'爱
Sounds clearly through the years--
随着光阴流逝变得清晰
Sometimes in peals of laughter,
有时在响亮的笑声中
Sometimes through happy tears.
有时在欢乐的泪水中
Perhaps they have to speak their love
可能他们表达他们的爱
In a fashion all their own.
只能用自己的方式
In the beginning, love is always sweet.As time is slipping away, boredom, be used to, abandonment, loneliness, despair and cold smile will come gradually.Once being eager to stay with someone forever, later, we would felicitate ourselves on leaving him/her. During those transient days, we thought we loved him/her dee*.Then, we got to know it is not love but a lie by which we comfort ourselves.
开始的开始总是甜蜜的。后来就有了厌倦、*惯、背弃、寂寞、绝望和冷笑。曾经渴望与一个人长相厮守，后来，多么庆幸自己离开了？曾几何时，在一段短暂的'时光里，我们以为自己深深的爱着的一个人。后来，我们才知道，那不是爱，那只是对自己说谎。
It is turned out that those who you thought you could not lose, actually, it is not very hard to forget them. You drained up your tears, there will be another one pleasing you. You had plunged yourself into a depression, finally, you found those who do not love you are not worthy of your sadness. Recalling those unhappy things, is it a comedy? When your wrong love stops its steps, a brand-new world will be shown to you. All sadness will become history.
你以为不可失去的人，原来并非不可失去。你流干了眼泪，自有另一个人逗你欢笑。你伤心欲绝，然后发现不爱你的人，根本不值得你为之伤心。今天回首，何尝不是一个喜剧？情尽时，自有另一番新境界，所有的悲哀也不过是历史。
For love, imagination is often more beautiful than reality. The same with meeting, also with separation. We thought we would have a deep love toward somebody. Incoming days will let you know in fact it just is very shallow, very shallow. The most deep and heaviest love must grow up with days.
爱情总是想象比现实美丽，相逢如是，告别亦如是。我们以为爱得很深、很深，来日岁月，会让你知道，它不过很浅、很浅。最深最重的爱，必须和时日一起成长。
With love, two strangers can suddenly be familiar with each other that they sleep on the same bed. However, this two similar people,
While breaking up, say,“I think you are more and more strange to me” It is love that has two strangers become acquaintances, then turning the two acquaintances into strangers again.Love is such kind of game which makes two strangers become lovers, then return them into the original situation.
因为爱情的缘故，两个陌生人可以突然熟络到睡在同一张床上。然而，相同的两个人，在分手时却说，我觉得你越来越陌生。爱情将两个人由陌生变成熟悉，又由熟悉变成陌生。爱情正是一个将一对陌生人变成情侣，又将一对情侣变成陌生人的游戏。
I believe, love can change you, which is the advantage of youth as well as its sorrow. What has men changed perhaps comes from God’s love or the mercy of Budda, but they are never changed by women. The prodigal are the most unsuitable person for getting married, meanwhile, the most suitable one for marriage as well. It is not women who change the prodigal, she just appear in the very time when the prodigal want to be changed.
相信爱情可以令一个人改变，是年轻的好处，也是年轻的悲哀。浪子永远是浪子。令男人改变的，也许是上帝的爱或者佛祖的慈悲，但绝对不会是女人。最不宜结婚的是浪子，最适宜结婚的也是浪子。往往不是女人改变一个浪子，而是女人在浪子想改变的时候刚好出现。
人们经常赞美母爱的无私。其实，父爱同样是伟大的。他们把爱深藏在内心，而不轻易显露。我的父亲就是这样的。有一次，我病了，妈妈又不在家，爸爸又当爸又当妈。他下班回家的`第一件事就是给我做晚饭。他喂我吃饭的样子让我想起了善良温柔的妈妈。他的眼中充满着爱怜和期待。彼时彼刻，我真的感受到了父爱。
father's love
mother's love wi people's praises for its selfle e . 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 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 father's 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 one's 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 ***ysis, not loved at all but used. no wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as *s. 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.
我们班有一个女孩子，她有一双明亮的大眼睛，乌黑的头发短短的，*时活泼开朗，谁见了都会喜欢她，她学的英语是最好了，大家都称她“英语高手”！
她的英语已经学到了六册，明年学*《新概念》，她从二年级暑假就开始补*英语，现在是四年级4班的学生，她每个星期六和星期日都会去学*英语，学*的时候非常用功，所以也常常得到老师的表扬。虽然她的字写的不是很好，但也有进步，还有她的手抄报也不是很好，不过还是在一点一点地努力增强，包括画画的能力，不过最好的还是英语，补*班的老师常表扬她，夸她练*口语时声音洪亮，学*英语的'速度很快，夸赞她写的英语字母非常标准。虽然，每次都得到老师的表扬，但是她不骄傲，因为她知道“谦虚使人进步，骄傲使人落后”。
最后，你要认识这位“英语高手”吗？那我就告诉你吧！她就是我——高欣然。
Love is an art which involves deep emotion. It is a pure and lofty desire in ones innermost heart. Real love means not only a pleasure, but also loyalty and obligation. To love is to give and sacrifice. One who can not create happiness, even make sacrifice for his beloved, cannot be counted as a true lover.
To be loved you have to love. True lovers are willing to sacrifice themselves for each others sake. True love needs no expression in words. One glance is enough to make each other understand. A handshake, a gentle touch inspired by respect and admiration, will leave you intoxicated and remain in your memory. Even when you are old you will recall and cherish it with deep emotion.
Real love is unforgettable. With the development of science and technology, love becomes more noble, rich, fine and subtle. As is known to all, everyone is born with the right to love and also the right to refuse to return love. Human love exists with human beings. Wherever there are people, there is love.
Let us draw courage, confidence and happinessfromlove.
I found half of the day to visit a flower show and had my long hair cut. coming out of the show, i walked along until i came to a park bench. i sat down to allow myself some leisure for the first time since i started learning french two months before.
Then a book lying in the grass nearby caught my eye. i picked it up. it was a french book in ecellent binding①. as i turned the pages quickly, a young couple came up to ask if i had seen a book in german. wrongly understanding my epression on my face, the young man, who seemed well-educated, added that it was a book in literature.
I held out the book and eplained it was a french book on education. the man was so troubled by what i said that he took it away from my hand in a hurry.as they turned to go away, i heard the man speaking: “what do you epect? a guy② with long hair and in bell-bottom trousers③ cant tell german from french.”
The girl nodded in agreement, but i was wondering if she would ever find out what was going on.
My introverted nature was quite a stumbling block with my parental relationship. In fact, my dad is also a introvert, we rarely communicate with each other. As a paternal figure, I dont have any complaints about my father. Even though he doesnt have high education nor good advice for me nor a nexcellent example for my life, but one thing I am sure is that he loved me. Hes not a good cook, but he cooks for me when moms working. He doesnt have a car, but he picks me up with his bike under the great heat of summer in elementary school. He could be the shield defends against my mom when I wasdisobedient. I really believed he was my hero back then. Despite all his other flaws, I truly think hes a great father.
在世界上有许多爱，父亲对我的爱，是我一辈子都忘不了的。我的父亲是一个十分疼爱我的人。
There is a lot of love in the world. My fathers love for me is something I will never forget. My father is a very loving person.
记得一个夏天的晚上，我正在写作业，忽然停电了。借着烛光写作业，头上的汗珠一滴滴的往下流，实在热得难以忍受。爸爸看在眼里连忙找来一把扇子，用他粗糙的双手帮我扇风，一阵阵微风吹过我全身，使我神清气爽。
I remember one summer evening, I was doing my homework, and suddenly there was a power failure. Writing homework by candlelight, sweat drips down my head, which is too hot to bear. Dad looked in his eyes and quickly found a fan. He used his rough hands to help me with the fan. The breeze blew all over my body, making me feel refreshed.
虽然爸爸的手又黑又粗，但它给我了许多温暧，也充满了父爱。爸爸，我真想对您说："爸爸我爱你"。
Although my fathers hand is black and thick, but it gives me a lot of warm, also full of fathers love. Dad, I really want to say to you, "Dad, I love you.".
——爱英语作文6篇
There is no doubt that parents love us the most in the world, they give us lives and nurse us to be an independent people. No matter what difficulties we face, they are always behind us and offer support. The way they love us is different and we can feel love is around.
毫无疑问，父母是世界上最爱我们的人，他们给了我们生命，把我们养育成为独立的人。无论我们面对什么困难，他们总是在我们身后支持我们。他们爱我们的方式是特别的，我们可以感受到他们的爱无处不在。
My mother is a housewife. She sacrifice so much when I was born. Nowadays, women are advocated to be a career woman, and they treated to be successful if they can manage the family chores well at the same time. My mother gave up her career. In my eye, she does the most great job in the world. The house she cleans and the food she cooks, all of these work require so much patience and only the one with strong will can do it.
我妈妈是一个家庭主妇。在我出生时，她牺牲了很多。如今，大家都提倡职业女性，而且她们要是可以同时处理家庭家务就会被认为是成功的。我妈妈放弃了她的事业，在我眼里，她做着最伟大的工作。房子是她清扫，饭菜也是她做，所有这些工作都需要很多耐心，只有有坚强的意志才可以做到。
My father doesn’t talk much, but he will never miss every important moment of me. Every night before I sleep, he will check my homework and ask me the latest situation. The comfortable thing is that he never puts me hard and I am so pleased to talk with him.
我爸爸话不多，但他永远都不会错过我的每一个重要时刻。每天晚上在我睡觉之前，他都会检查我的作业，了解我*况。让我觉得很舒服的是他从来都不给我施加压力，跟他说话我觉得很开心。
Love from parents makes me stronger and I will fight for my future.
来自父母的爱使我更加强大，我要为我的未来而战。
人们经常赞美母爱的'无私。其实，父爱同样是伟大的。他们把爱深藏在内心，而不轻易显露。我的父亲就是这样的。有一次，我病了，妈妈又不在家，爸爸又当爸又当妈。他下班回家的第一件事就是给我做晚饭。他喂我吃饭的样子让我想起了善良温柔的妈妈。他的眼中充满着爱怜和期待。彼时彼刻，我真的感受到了父爱。
father's love
mother's love wi people's praises for its selfle e . 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 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 father's 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 one's 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 ***ysis, not loved at all but used. no wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as *s. 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.
Occasionally, without warning, the drunken wreckage of my father would wash up on our doorstep, late at night, stammering, laughing, reeking of booze. Bang! Bang! Bang! Beating on the door, pleading to my mother to open it.
有时候，在毫无预兆的情况下，父亲会半夜醉醺醺地出现在我们家门口，结结巴巴地讲着酒话，时而大笑几声，满嘴酒气。砰！砰！砰！大力敲着门，恳求母亲为他开门。
He was on his way home from drinking, gambling, or some combination thereof, squandering money that we could have used and wasting time that we desperately needed.
他要么刚刚喝完酒回来，或赌了几把，要么两者皆有。他挥霍着我们本可以用于日常开销的血汗钱，还浪费了我们迫切需要的时间——和父亲在一起的时间。
It was the late-1970s. My parents were separated. My mother was now raising a gaggle of boys on her own. She was a newly minted schoolteacher. He was a juke-joint musician-turned-construction worker.
那是20世纪70年代末。我的父母离婚了。那时，母亲独自一人抚养着我们几个儿子。她是一位新上任的老师。父亲原本是一名乡间酒馆的驻场乐师，后来成了建筑工人。
He spouted off about what he planned to do for us, buy for us. In fact, he had no intention of doing anything. The one man who was supposed to be genetically programmed to love us, in fact, lacked the understanding of what it truly meant to love a child—or to hurt one.
他喋喋不休地说自己计划为我们做什么、买什么。事实上，他根本不打算做任何事情。一个在血缘关系上本应该爱我们的人，实际上并不懂得对孩子而言什么才是真正的爱，也不知道什么是伤害。
To him, this was a harmless game that kept us excited and begging. In fact, it was a cruel, corrosive deception that subtly and unfairly shifted the onus of his lack of emotional and financial investment from him to us. I lost faith in his words and in him. I wanted to stop caring, but I couldn’t.
对他来说，这是一种并无恶意的游戏，它让我们时而兴奋，时而觉得像在乞讨。但这实际上是一种侵蚀性的残酷欺骗，它巧妙却又不公*地将他对我们缺乏感情和物质投入这一责任转移到我们身上。我不相信他的话，对他完全不信任。我想不去在乎他，但我做不到。
Maybe it was his own complicated relationship to his father and his father’s family that rendered him cold. Maybe it was the pain and guilt associated with a life of misfortune. Who knows. Whatever it was, it stole him from us, and particularly from me.
也许是他与自己的父亲及其复杂的家庭关系，使他变得冷酷。也许是他生活的不幸所造成的痛苦和内疚使然。谁知道呢。不管是什么，反正它把他从我们这里偷走了，特别是从我这里。
While my brothers talked ad nauseam about breaking and fixing things, I spent many of my evenings reading and wondering. My favorite books were a set of encyclopedias given by my uncle. They allowed me to explore the world beyond my world, to travel without leaving, to dream dreams greater than my life would otherwise have supported.
当我的兄弟们没完没了地谈论怎样拆解破坏再重修东西时，我却在许许多多个晚上潜心阅读和思考。我最喜欢的书是我叔叔给的一套百科全书。这些书让我探索超越我成长天地以外的大世界，足不出户随心旅行，做那些远非我生活所能承载的美梦。
But losing myself in my own mind also meant that I was completely lost to my father.
但沉醉在自我意识里，也意味着在父亲眼中我变得完全陌生了。
He could relate to my brothers’ tactile approaches to the world but not to my cerebral one. Not understanding me, he sim* ignored me—not just emotionally, but physically as well. Never once did he hug me, never once a pat on the back or a hand on the shoulder or a tousling of the hair.
他能明白我兄弟们那种打打闹闹闯世界的方式，却从不懂我心田开智慧的那一套。他不理解我，就干脆无视我——不仅情感关怀欠奉，对我根本视若无睹。他从来没有拥抱过我，从没拍过我的后背，也不会搭我的肩膀或拨弄一下我的头发。
My best memories of him were from his episodic attempts at engagement.
他留给我的最美好回忆是他时不时地尝试和我们接触。
During the longest of these episodes, once every month or two, he would come pick us up and drive us down the interstate to Trucker’s Paradise, a seedy, smoke-filled, truck stop with gas pumps, a convenience store, a small dining area and a game room through a door in the back.
这些插曲中持续时间最长的是，每隔一两个月，他会来接我们，沿着州际公路驱车把我们带到卡车司机乐园。这是一个破烂、烟雾缭绕的载货汽车停车场，有加油站、一家便利店、一个小小的用餐区，还有穿过背后一扇门即可到达的一间游戏室。
My dad gave each of us a handful of quarters, and we played until they were gone. He sat up front in the dining area, drinking coffee and being particular about the restaurant’s measly offerings.
父亲给我们每个人一把硬币，我们一直玩到输光硬币才停下来。他就坐在用餐区前面，一边喝咖啡，一边挑剔着餐厅里食物的份量太少。
I loved these days. To me, Trucker’s Paradise was paradise. The quarters and the games were fun but easily forgotten. It was the presence of my father that was most treasured. But, of course, these trips were short-lived. And so it was. Every so often he would make some sort of effort, but every time it wouldn’t last.
我喜欢那些日子。对我来说，卡车司机乐园的确是一个天堂。硬币和游戏充满了乐趣，只是容易被遗忘。最宝贵的是父亲能来。但是，当然了，好景不长。事实的确如此。时而，他会努力挤出时间，但每次都不会持续很长时间。
It wasn’t until I was much older that I would find something that I would be able to cling to as evidence of my father’s love.
直到年龄渐长，我才找到一些可以体现其父爱的证据。
When the Commodore 64 personal com*r debuted, I convinced myself that I had to have it even though its price was out of my mother’s range. So I decided to earn the money myself. I mowed every yard I could find that summer for a few dollars each, yet it still wasn’t enough. So my dad agreed to help me raise the rest of the money by driving me to one of the watermelon farms south of town, loading up his truck with wholesale melons and driving me around to sell them.
当Commodore 64型个人电脑上市时，我下定决心要买一台，即使它的价格超出了我母亲的支付能力。于是我决定自己赚钱。那年夏天，我给能找到的每一个庭院割草，每家赚几美元，但钱还是不够。于是父亲答应帮我去筹集剩下的钱。他驱车带我去镇上南面的一家西瓜农场，把批发买来的西瓜装上卡车，带着我去附*的地方把西瓜卖出去。
He came for me before daybreak. We made small talk, but it didn’t matter. The fact that he was talking to me was all that mattered. I was a teenager by then, but this was the first time that I had ever spent time alone with him. He laughed and repeatedly introduced me as “my boy,” a phrase he relayed with a palpable sense of pride. It was one of the best days of my life.
天亮前，他来接我。我们闲聊了一会儿，但这不是重点。重要的是他和我聊天。那时我已是一个青少年，但那却是我第一次与他独处。他笑着，并多次在向别人介绍 “这是我的儿子，”这样四个字，被他用一种明显的自豪语气传达着。那是我生命中最美好的时光。
Although he had never told me that he loved me, I would cling to that day as the greatest evidence of that fact. He had never intended me any wrong. He just didn’t know how to love me right. He wasn’t a mean man.
虽然他从未说过他爱我，但我会认定，那天是他爱我这一事实成立的最大证据。他从没想过对我造成任何伤害。他只是不知道用什么方式来爱我。他并不是一个坏心肠的人。
So I took these random episodes and clung to them like a thing most precious, squirreling them away for the long stretches of coldness when a warm memory would prove most useful.
所以我拾起这些偶然出现的片段，并坚持认为它们是最珍贵的东西。我将它们珍藏着，在冷漠的记忆长河中，这些温暖的片段最为窝心。
It just goes to show that no matter how estranged the father, no matter how deep the damage, no matter how shattered the bond, there is still time, still space, still a need for even the smallest bit of evidence of a father’s love.
我的经历只是表明：不管父亲曾经与你如何疏远，无论他对你造成了多深的伤害，无论你们之间的纽带是如何破裂的，你仍有时间、有空间，并且有必要去找寻哪怕是能证明父爱的最小的证据。
“My boy.”
（正如）“我的儿子。”
A Parable of a Child
一个孩子的寓言
by Steve Goodier
父母说：“我有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名……”
孩子说：“我是你们的孩子，我将来会成为一名……”
省略号的内容由你决定！教育与经验之间是有区别的`。教育就是从阅读文字所得到的，而经验是从不阅读而得到的。看一个故事，你就会明白“伟大的学*来自于教育和经验的结合”。
一名青年教师梦见天使出现在他面前，对他说：“你将会有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名世界领袖。你得让她意识到自己的智慧，增长自信心，开发她果断不失细腻，虚心而又坚韧的性格特质，你会如何为她做准备呢？”
梦醒时，青年教师一身冷汗。他从没经历过这种事情。照梦中所说的，他现在或将来的学生之中的任何一个人都有可能有成为他梦中听到的那个人物。他准备好了要去帮助他们实现每一个志向吗？他默默想：“既然知道了某一个学生会成为那个人物，那么我的教学方式该怎么改变一下呢？”一步一步地，他已经开始暗自筹划了。
这名学生不仅需要有经历，而且需要有人指导。他的教学方式改变了。对他而言，每一个走过他教室的年轻人都有可能成为未来的世界领袖。他看这些学生时，不是看他们曾经是什么样子，而是看他们将来可能成为什么样子。他以一种*和的心态期盼学生发挥最大的潜力。他在教育学生时，仿佛世界的未来完全掌握在他的教导中。
多年以后，他所认识的一名女子成为举世瞩目的人物。这时他才悟出，她就是那晚梦中天使所说的那个女孩。只是，她不是他的学生，而是他的女儿。在女儿一生所遇到的老师之中，他是最棒的。
我听过这样一句话：“孩子是我们给自己无法预见的某个时间、某个地点所发送出去的活信息。”可这并不仅仅是一则有关一个无名教师的寓言，而是有关你我的寓言——不论我们是为人父母，还是为人师表。而这个故事——我们的故事，其实是这样开始的：
“你将有一个孩子，他/她将来会成为一名……”你来填完这个句子吧，如果不填“世界领袖”，那么“绝世好爸”也行；再要不“优秀教师”？“妙手神医”？“不按常理出牌的问题克星”？“鼓舞人心的艺术家”？或是“慷慨无私的慈善家”？
你会在何地、如何遇见这个孩子，那是一个谜。可是，你要相信，一个孩子的将来很有可能就取决于你给他/她所造成的影响；也要相信，孩子会出人头地的。对你来说，任何孩子都是不*凡的，你也因此脱胎换骨。
A young school teacher had a dream that an angel appeared to him and said, “You will be given a child who will grow up to become a world leader. How will you prepare her so that she will realize her intelligence, grow in confidence, develop both her assertiveness and sensitivity, be open-minded, yet strong in character？”
The young teacher awoke in a cold sweat. It had never occurred to him before——any ONE of his present or future students could be the person described in his dream. Was he preparing them to rise to ANY POSITION to which they may aspire？ He thought, “How might my teaching change if I KNEW that one of my students were this person？” He gradually began to formulate a plan in his mind.
This student would need experience as well as instruction. His teaching changed. Every young person who walked through his classroom became, for him, a future world leader. He saw each one, not as they were, but as they could be. He expected the best from his students, yet tempered it with compassion. He taught each one as if the future of the world depended on his instruction.
After many years, a woman he knew rose to a position of world prominence. He realized that she must surely have been the girl described in his dream. Only she was not one of his students, but rather his daughter. For of all the various teachers in her life, her father was the best.
I’ve heard it said that “Children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.” But this isn’t sim* a parable about an unnamed school teacher. It is a parable about you and me——whether or not we are parents or even teachers. And the story, OUR story, actually begins like this:
“You will be given a child who will grow up to become…” You finish the sentence. If not a world leader, then a superb father？ An excellent teacher？ A gifted healer？ An innovative problem solver？ An inspiring artist？ A generous philanthropist？
Where and how you will encounter this child is a mystery. But believe that one child’s future may depend upon influence only you can provide, and something remarkable will happen. For no young person will ever be ordinary to you again. And you will never be the same.
父爱
人们经常赞美母爱的无私。其实，父爱同样是伟大的。他们把爱深藏在内心，而不轻易显露。我的父亲就是这样的。有一次高中优秀作文 原创分享 ，我病了，妈妈又不在家，爸爸又当爸又当妈。他下班回家的第一件事就是给我做晚饭。他喂我吃饭的'样子让我想起了善良温柔的妈妈。他的眼中充满着爱怜和期待。彼时彼刻，我真的感受到了父爱。
Father’s Love
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.
it is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. but it is no different from any other day in this nazi concentration camp. i stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. i am just a young boy. i should be playing with friends; i should be going to school; i should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. but those dreams are for the living, and i am no longer one of them. instead, i am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since i was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other jews. will i still be alive tomorrow? will i be taken to the gas chamber tonight?
back and forth i walk net to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. i am hungry, but i have been hungry for longer than i want to remember. i am always hungry. edible food seems like a dream. each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and i sink deeper and deeper into despair. suddenly, i notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. she stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why i am here. i want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but i cannot tear my eyes from hers.
then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. a beautiful, shiny red apple. oh, how long has it been since i have seen one! she looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. i run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. in my world of death, this apple is an epression of life, of love. i glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.the net day, i cannot help myself-i am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. am i crazy for hoping she will come again? of course. but in here, i cling to any tiny scrap of hope. she has given me hope and i must hold tightly to it.and again, she comes. and again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.this time i catch it, and hold it up for her to see. her eyes twinkle. does she pity me? perhaps. i do not care, though. i am just so happy to gaze at her. and for the first time in so long, i feel my heart move with emotion.
for seven months, we meet like this. sometimes we echange a few words. sometimes, just an apple. but she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. she is feeding my soul. and somehow, i know i am feeding hers as well.one day, i hear frightening news: we are being shipped to another camp. this could mean the end for me. and it definitely means the end for me and my friend.the net day when i greet her, my heart is breaking, and i can barely speak as i say what must be said: "do not bring me an apple tomorrow," i tell her. "i am being sent to another camp. we will never see each other again." turning before i lose all control, i run away from the fence. i cannot bear to look back. if i did, i know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face.months pass and the nightmare continues. but the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. over and over in my mind, i see her face, her kind eyes, i hear her gentle words, i taste those apples.
and then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. the war has ended. those of us who are still alive are freed. i have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. but i still have the memory of this girl, a memory i carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as i move to america to start a new life.years pass. it is 1957. i am living in new york city. a friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. reluctantly, i agree. but she is nice, this woman named roma. and like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common."where were you during the war?" roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions those years."i was in a concentration camp in germany," i re*.roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something painful yet sweet."what is it?" i ask.
"i am just thinking something from my past, herman," roma eplains in a voice suddenly very soft. "you see, when i was a young girl, i lived near a concentration camp. there was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, i used to visit him every day. i remember i used to bring him apples. i would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy."
roma sighs heavily and continues. "it is hard to describe how we felt each other-after all, we were young, and we only echanged a few words when we could-but i can tell you, there was much love there. i assume he was killed like so many others. but i cannot bear to think that, and so i try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together."
with my heart pounding so loudly i think it wil1 eplode, i look directly at roma and ask, "and did that boy say to you one day, do not bring me an apple tomorrow. i am being sent to another camp?""why, yes," roma responds, her voice trembling."but, herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?"i take her hands in mine and answer, "because i was that young boy, roma."for many moments, there is only silence. we cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped remembering.
finally, i speak: "look, roma, i was separated from you once, and i dont ever want to be separated from you again. now, i am free, and i want to be together with you forever. dear, will you marry me?"
i see that same twinkle in her eye that i used to see as roma says, "yes, i will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. now, nothing ever will again.
almost forty years have passed since that day when i found my roma again. destiny brought us together the first time during the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise.
valentines day, 1996. i bring roma to the oprah winfrey show to honor her on national television. i want to tell her infront of millions of people what i feel in my heart every day:
"darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when i was hungry. and i am still hungry, for something i will never get enough of: i am only hungry for your love."
我早上起床晚了，所以没来得及喂猫就上学去了。当我下午放学回家时，猫都快要饿死了。它们围着我“喵喵”地叫着要饭吃。我拿出一条鱼扔过去。我想看看谁先抢到鱼。只见猫妈妈一口叼住鱼，迅速跑开了。它没有吃，而是放下鱼，回头召唤它的孩子们。四个小家伙狼吞虎咽地吃着鱼，而它们的妈妈就在一旁温柔地看着，一口也没吃。我想起了我的.妈妈。她也是这样无私地对我的。这就是母爱了，我想。
I got up late this morning and went to school without feeding my cats.When I came home in the afternoon, the cats almost starved to death. They circled around me and crying for food. I took one fish out and threw it to the cats. I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didnt eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit. On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mothers love, I think.
——爱英语作文10篇
The greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. I've been bathing in the sunshine of my mother's love since I was born. However, my mother's love for me seems different.
世界上最伟大和最高尚的爱是母爱。我从出生起就沐浴在母爱的阳光下。然而，我母亲对我的'爱似乎不同。
I remember when I was a child, my family went out for a walk, and they saw other children of the same age withdraw from their mother's arms. They were very envious, because my mother always encouraged me to walk with my own feet. At that time, I thought my mother was too unreasonable, and even asked my father, "did I come from my mother?". However, now I find that when there are many girls in my class who are bothered by the 800 meter endurance run, I can easily reach the standard. Because of my mother's unique education, I am better at self-care and self-reliance than girls of my age. This also made me understand the profound meaning of Lu Xun's saying that "the road is the way people come out".
我记得小时候，我的家人出去散步，他们看到其他同龄的孩子从母亲怀里缩了出来。他们很羡慕我，因为我妈妈总是鼓励我用自己的脚走路。当时，我觉得妈妈太不讲理了，甚至问爸爸：“我是从妈妈那里来的吗？”。然而，现在我发现当班上有很多女生为800米耐力跑而烦恼时，我很容易达到标准。因为母亲独特的教育，我比同龄人更善于自理自立。这也让我明白了鲁迅“路是人出来的路”这句话的深刻含义。
A little older, I like to pester my mother to tell stories. But my mother asked me to tell her a story or retell her story in exchange for every story I heard. Now it seems that my oral expression ability is strong and my composition is easy to write, which is related to coax!
年纪大一点，我喜欢缠着妈妈讲故事。但是我妈妈让我给她讲个故事或者复述她的故事来交换我听到的每一个故事。现在看来，我的口语表达能力很强，作文也很容易写，这与哄有关！
But mother's love has something in common with others. When I am ill, my mother will accompany me and take care of me until I recover. When I encountered setbacks in my study and life, my mother encouraged me, gave me courage and confidence. "Fall down and get up!" This is what my mother often said to me, and this sentence accompanied me through more than ten spring, summer, autumn and winter. It gives me strength and promotes my progress. For this reason, I sincerely thank my mother for her love.
但母爱与其他人有共同之处。当我生病的时候，妈妈会陪着我照顾我直到我康复。当我在学*和生活中遇到挫折时，母亲鼓励我，给了我勇气和信心。”跌倒起来！”这是妈妈经常对我说的话，这句话陪伴着我走过了十多个春夏秋冬。它给我力量，促进我的进步。为此，我衷心感谢母亲的爱。
Time passed by us without mercy, unconsciously I have passed 16 years. In every inch of time, I know my mother didn't worry about me. Her silver thread and fishtail pattern proved all this. Everyone can get a great maternal love. Although I don't know how great it is, I dare to say that what I mean by maternal love is what I think is the greatest maternal love - the maternal love that gives me care, encouragement, confidence and strength!
时光无情地流逝，不知不觉地我已经走过了16年。在每一寸时间里，我知道我妈妈并不担心我。她的银线和鱼尾纹证明了这一切。每个人都能得到伟大的母爱。虽然我不知道这有多伟大，但我敢说，我所说的母爱是我认为最伟大的母爱——母爱给了我关爱、鼓励、信心和力量！
All the people often say:"mother's love is the greatest in the world! "Yes, mother's love is very great.We mother give us very too much love. But a big number of us, don't know our mother give us too much love. Mothers are very tired. We don't realize that we should make them to rest. Mothers are thirsty. We don't realize that we should give them a cup of tea. When we beacome father or mother. We will know our parents have gave us much love .So,at this moment. We must reture a good grades to our parents.
人们常常说：“母爱是世界上最伟大的！”是的，母亲的爱是非常伟大。我们的妈妈给我们带来很大太多的爱。但是，我们中的大多数人，都不知道我们的.母亲给了我们太多的爱。母亲是非常累的。我们没有意识到，我们应该让她们休息。母亲们是渴的。我们没有意识到，我们应该给她们一杯茶。当我们成为父亲或母亲。我们才会知道我们的父母已经给了我们太多的爱。所以，在这一刻。我们用好的成绩来报答我们的父母。
i found half of the day to visit a flower show and had my long hair cut. coming out of the show, i walked along until i came to a park bench. i sat down to allow myself some leisure for the first time since i started learning french two months before.
then a book lying in the grass nearby caught my eye. i picked it up. it was a french book in excellent binding①. as i turned the pages quickly, a young couple came up to ask if i had seen a book in german. wrongly understanding my expression on my face, the young man, who seemed well-educated, added that it was a book in literature.
i held out the book and explained it was a french book on education. the man was so troubled by what i said that he took it away from my hand in a hurry.as they turned to go away, i heard the man speaking: “what do you expect? a guy② with long hair and in bell-bottom trousers③ can't tell german from french.”
the girl nodded in agreement, but i was wondering if she would ever find out what was going on.
Hello！What is your name ? My name is Li Fulei. I am an active girl.
我喜欢英语。自从三年级开始学英语，我就爱上了它。英语已经成了我的语言，见面问好说“hello”，点头可以说“OK”,甚至吃饭的时候我都要说上一句“This is my favourite food！”哈哈！我的英语水*不错吧！
同学们都发现了我的这个特点，在课下，还给我起了个外号叫“外国小老头”，因为我的性子像男孩嘛！不过，我也挺喜欢这个外号的，“小老头”显得我知识广呀。
同学们都发现了我，爸爸妈妈怎么能发现不了呢？这不，现在呀，只要我在家的时候，爸爸妈妈在电视上看到一句英语，就要问我什么意思。这样久而久之，我的英语就记得更牢了，这要归功于我的爸爸妈妈。
我现在上五年级了，英语也学得更多了。我是我们班的英语委员，虽然很忙，但是我还是学得不错。我要继续加油，把英语学得更好！
I love you ! 英语！
人们经常赞美母爱的无私。其实，父爱同样是伟大的。他们把爱深藏在内心，而不轻易显露。我的父亲就是这样的。有一次，我病了，妈妈又不在家，爸爸又当爸又当妈。他下班回家的第一件事就是给我做晚饭。他喂我吃饭的样子让我想起了善良温柔的妈妈。他的眼中充满着爱怜和期待。彼时彼刻，我真的感受到了父爱。
father's love
mother's love wi people's praises for its selfle e . 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 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 father's 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 one's 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 ***ysis, not loved at all but used. no wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as *s. 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.
my son brendan cried his first day of school. even mrs. phillips, a kind, soft-spoken master of the si-year-old mind, could not coa him to a seat. his eyes streamed, his nose ran and he clung to me like a snail on a strawberry. i plucked him off and escaped.
it wasnt that brendan didnt like school. he just didnt like being apart from me. wed had some good times, he and i, in those preschool years. we played at the pool. we skated on quiet morning ice. we sampled half the treat tray at weekly neighborhood coffee parties. now in grade 1, brendan was faced with five hours of wondering what i was doing with my day.
brendan always came home for lunch, the only one of his class not to eat at his desk. but once home, fed and hugged, a far-away look of longing would crease his gentle brow—he wanted to go back to school to play! so i walked him back, waited with him until he spotted someone he knew, then left. he told me once that he watched me until he couldnt see me anymore, so i always walked fast and never looked back.
one day when i took brendan back after lunch, he spied a friend, kissed me goodbye, and scampered right off. i went, feeling pleased for him, celebrating his new independence, his entry into the first-grade social loop. then—i didnt know why—i glanced back. and there he was. the playground buzzed all around him, kids everywhere, and he stood, his chin tucked close, his body held small, his face intent but not sad, blowing me kisses. so brave, so unashamed, so completely loving, brendan was watching me go.
No book on mothering could have prepared me for that quick, raw glimpse into my childs soul. my mind leaped 15 years ahead to him packing boes and his dog grown old and him saying, "dry up, mom. its not like im leaving the country." in my mind i tore up the card every mother signs saying shell let her child go when hes ready. i looked at my brendan, his shirt tucked in, every button done up, his toes just turned in a bit, and i thought, "ok, youre si for me forever." with a smile i had to really dig for, i blew him a kiss, turned and walked away.
人们经常赞美母爱的无私。其实，父爱同样是伟大的。他们把爱深藏在内心，而不轻易显露。我的父亲就是这样的。有一次高中优秀作文 原创分享 ，我病了，妈妈又不在家，爸爸又当爸又当妈。他下班回家的第一件事就是给我做晚饭。他喂我吃饭的样子让我想起了善良温柔的妈妈。他的眼中充满着爱怜和期待。彼时彼刻，我真的感受到了父爱。
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.
One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyers office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce. Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story.
This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over years of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.
They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, theres nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce.
Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 years of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still wants a divorce.
While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband. "I really love you, but I really cant carry on anymore, Im sorry."
"Its OK, I understand." said the husband. Looking at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just three of them, wife thought, why not, since they are still going be friends.
At the dining table, there was a silence of awkwardness(尴尬，笨拙).
The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick(鸡腿) for the old lady. "Take this, its your favorite."
Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer. "This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that I hate drumsticks?”
Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husbands favorite.
Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drumsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.
That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn(辗转反侧), toss and turn. After hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her, "I love you."
He picks up the phone, started dialing her number. Ringing never stops. He never stop dialing.
On the other side, she was sad, she couldnt understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it any- more. Phones ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him. "Whats the point of talking now that its over. I have asked for it and now. I want to keep it this way, if not I will lose face. "She thought. Phone still ringing. She has decided to pull out the cord.
Little did she remember, he had heart problems.
The next day, she received news that he had passed away. She rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone. He had a heart attack when he was still trying to get thru her phone line.
As sad as she could be. She will have to clear his belongings. When she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, beneficiary(受益人) is her. Together in that file theres this note.
"To my dearest wife, by the time you are reading this, Im sure Im no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that I have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know I will always be around, by your side. I love you."
Tears flowed like river.
Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. when the island was almost sinking, love decided to ask for help. richness was passing by love in a grand boat. love said, richness, can you take me with you? richness answered, no, i can t. there is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. there is no place here for you.
Love decided to ask vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, vanity, please help me! i can t help you love. you are all wet and might damage my boat. vanity answered.sadness was close by so love asked for help, sadness, let me go with you. oh....love, i am so sad that i need to be by myself! happiness passed by love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when love called her!suddenly, there was a voice, come love, i will take you. it was an elder. love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. when they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.
Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked knowledge, another elder, who helped me? it was time, knowledge answered. time? asked love. but why did time help me? knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, because, only time is capable of understanding how great love is.
——爱如作文9篇
结婚时，一位朋友送了一对瓷器给我，是两个正在亲吻的男女，做工精细，瓷身光洁照人，造型也很有趣。妻子对这对瓷娃娃爱不释手，她说：“你这位朋友很懂得爱情的道理。”我不太明白，妻子说：“傻瓜，这还看不出来，爱如瓷器，要小心轻放才是。”
我笑了起来，这个道理我是懂的。我和妻子之间的爱情一开始并不顺利，两个人性格差异较大：我喜静，她好动；我做事有条有理，而她却随心所欲；我有一点点洁癖，而她却不拘小节……我们因此经常有些矛盾。但因为爱着对方，彼此就多了小心，有矛盾时尽量大事化小，小事化了，甚至还学会了迁就、容忍和退让。也正因为如此，最后我们才携手走进了围城。
新生活已经开始，我和妻子都忍不住松了一口气，原来藏着掖着的一些毛病多多少少流露出来，两个人常常为这样那样的事争执一番。但每到关键时刻，我们都会适可而止。通过一段时间的磨合，妻子提出了几条建议，即，两人尽量不要争吵，如果争吵，不得说伤感情的话，更不得做伤感情的事。因为爱如瓷器，一不小心就会摔碎。“你总不至于想和我离婚吧？”妻子问。
离婚当然没有想过，再说，儿子都已经出生了……
日子就像流水一样悄悄逝去，仿佛是一眨眼的功夫，我和妻子都已经是老夫老妻了，再没有当年的卿卿我我，也没有了最初的争争吵吵，我们已经彼此熟稔，也互相认同。现在，儿子是我们生活的中心，至于我和妻子之间，谁也离不开谁了。
双休日，妻子闲着无事，心血来潮，要我和她一起把家具重新摆布一下，说这样有新鲜感。我们开始收拾，突然，妻子叫了起来：“这是什么东西？”我扭头一看，妻子从我书橱的最上一层拿出来一对瓷器，是那对亲吻的男女瓷娃娃。不知什么时候被我随手放到书橱里去的。时间一长，瓷器身上落满了灰尘，已经看不出颜色。妻子用一块布轻轻地擦着它，不一会，又现出了它的本来面貌，色泽艳丽，光洁照人。
妻子把那对瓷器拿在手上看了半天，不语，这时，她流下了泪水。而我，惊愕之后，轻轻地把她揽在了怀里。
爱如瓷器，应该小心轻放。然而，这一句话还有一层涵义，那就是，爱也要经常擦试，不然，时间长了沾上灰尘，爱的光芒会被遮蔽，我们就不能看见它的绚烂与荣华。
在我三年级的时候，爸爸经常送毛巾去我的学校。
我从小就体质差，抵抗力弱，经常生病，感冒、发烧可以说是家常便饭，最严重的一次，竟然一连得了三次肺炎，并且每次都很严重。特别是第三次的时候，既发烧，又咳嗽，还哮喘。弄的爸爸心神不宁，每到晚上他都是静静地看着我，帮我盖被子。
因此，我后来的'体质仍然不好，而且经常出虚汗，出汗后一焐干，便感冒、发烧起来。爸爸为了不让我出过汗之后焐干，在我三年级的时候，他每天中午都会“千里迢迢”为我送来毛巾，垫在我的背后，不管是刮风下雨，还是寒冬酷暑，爸爸都会来送毛巾。
有一次，天上的太阳火辣辣的，仿佛一滴水掉在地上立刻就会化成一缕烟似的，望着那穿梭的人流，我失望的地以为爸爸不会来了，谁知一个熟悉的身影映入我的眼帘，“哦！是爸爸！”我激动极了。爸爸来到我的身边我抬起头，只见爸爸的头发上挂满了晶莹闪烁的汗珠，脸上流淌着汗珠，衣服几乎全都被汗水浸湿了，看着爸爸大汗淋漓的样子，我的眼前仿佛出现了一幅幅画面：爸爸骑着车，不顾满脸的汗水，飞快地赶到我的学校，来为我送毛巾……我的眼睛不禁湿润了。
爸爸的爱是无私的，是伟大的，爸爸爱我，我也爱我的爸爸。
品一口清茗，那第一口必然是苦的，是涩的，但是只要你仔细一品，你就会发现：茶的余味，必然是甘甜的，必然是清爽的。父爱，亦是如此！
父爱便如那第一品，永远是苦的。
我的父亲对我很严厉。他总是不苟言笑，甚至，在我面前也不会表现出过多的喜乐来。但是，只要涉及到原则性的问题，他总是会坚持到底，毫不退让。暑假里，我爸爸为了我的身体健康，便与我约定：每天陪他操场上跑两圈。这不，我才坚持了几天，就想退缩了。又到每天跑步时，尽管爸爸已经催了我几次，但是我仍然缩在沙发里玩着手机。爸爸一把把我拉起，大声喝斥道：“做人要言而有信，做事要坚持到底。答应了的事情就要做到，倘若你做不到，不能坚持，当初又何必答应？再者说，你都坚持下来几天了，再多跑几天又有何妨？”我只能不情不愿的起身，来到操场，仿佛把那满腔的怒火发泄到了跑道上，我狠狠地踏着，跑着，仿佛与跑道有什么深仇大恨。两圈跑完后，我们便回家了，一路，无言！
父爱又如那第二品，苦中带甜。
跑完步回家，身上一身臭汗，便想要洗个热水澡。我刚向浴室走去，便看到了那个在浴室中为我放洗澡水的、宽大的、值得我依靠的背影，心里泛起一阵暖意。之前对他的那点小“仇恨”也早已烟消云散，他转身从浴室中出来，看也不看我一眼，但浑厚的声音却已在耳边响起：“水马上就要放好了，快洗个澡吧！”虽然他自始至终都没有看过我一眼，但听到那样的话，我还是很高兴的。
父爱是茶的余温，不似之前般滚烫，却也香甜。
自那以后的一天晚上，我们一家人去吃火锅，点菜时，我便大声叫嚷道：“我爱吃大白菜。”然后又在白菜那一栏里填了2。我自己甚至都没有对这个举动上心过但是我爸爸却将这一个小细节记在了心里。这以后，每个礼拜，我爸爸都会至少让我心心念念的白菜以不同的面貌出现在餐桌上一次。他嘴上虽然什么也不说，但是我知道，他听见了，他用心听见了。
父爱不如母爱那般热烈、明显，它甚至不易被察觉，但它又是浓重的，像品茗一般，刚开始总是很苦，但只要细细地去品味，就会尝到苦后的甘甜，本身散发着淡淡的清香。
啊！爱如清茶。是的，爱如清茶！
静谧的乡间小路，铺满了粉红的丁香和白色的蔷薇，一直延伸到家门口，每年的夏天，她们都是这么热烈的迎接着我的脚步，每次回家，我都要打点好俗世的尘念，安静的舒展纯美的思绪。
小的时候，我就精心铺就这条小径了，其实，这是一条清幽的小径，来的人并不多，也许因了光秃的视线，感到了疲惫，才懒得来此，那时，在幼小的心灵中，我寻觅着人生的属相花，母亲说过，丁香是洁净的天使，而我家窗台下的那棵白色蔷薇，更是我的最爱。于是，接下来的日子里，丁香和蔷薇整齐的'布满了小径两边的空地。
这片静灵的花海，一如回首儿时的记忆，沾满了泥巴双手的单纯。当我被红尘积淀的只剩苍老时，坐上车，回到久违的故里，裹藏在花香里，一任毛孔吐纳圣洁的芬芳，然后，沐浴出一个全新的自我，依然脚步轻快的背起行囊，去爱一个世界，爱一个人，爱如夏花。
丁香和蔷薇蓬勃的开放着，每到的夏天，她们都这样诠释自我，因为她们知道，每年，只有一个夏天，每个夏天，只有一次开放，要好好珍惜，而她们更感谢上苍给她们相遇的眷顾，不是吗，虽然只有朝露，但能在无穷花海中，比肩相伴，也算是缘分吧。无需束缚，给你自由，曾经以为我们是一株木棉上的两朵，当闪电过后，才明白，孤独的是其中一枝。那么，爱就应该像花，既然来到了夏天，就找个开放的理由，好好的展现一次，没有自卑，不去猥琐，要记住，我们是花，爱就爱的热烈，不期望明天怎样，也许太阳落入地*线的时候，那就是永别。
你是我生命中的过客，相伴是短暂的，有时是苛刻，无论怎样，我们曾经度过了夏天，在这个夏天中，彼此敞开了心门，把岁月的烙痕幻化作誓言，印刻在深蓝的苍穹，你留，或者不留，我就在那里，在无限的空间中，我们相遇了，不早不晚，让你我赶上了，并肩了，那还奢求什么呢，想想吧，在无穷的花海里，我们遥望到彼此的，有几个呢，我们依然这样顽强的站着，根在脚下相连，你要舍弃，我不挽留，我会在这个披着露珠的夜晚，为你祈祷，为你守候，也许下一次见面，我们还要等上五百年。
其实，爱在这个夏天，何不像花一样。爱其实就是这样的，想来，爱本来就是这样，如花，似火。
梳子是一个很普通的东西，但是对我来说件很珍贵的东西，因为那是“爱”。——题记
每当我没有什么事情干时，我都会拉开抽屉，拿出那把梳子，梳我的头发，并开始回忆当年的事情。
在我上一年级的时候，本来我有很长的头发，可是妈妈怕我的头发挡住眼睛，把我的长头发剪成蘑菇头了，我的同学们都嘲笑我。
我邻居乐乐是我的好朋友，在我剪蘑菇头后第一次来见我时，她就做出非常吃惊的表情，还说了一句话：“你怎么会……”说完她就跑回家了，我顿时感觉整个世界都黑暗了，虽然阳光照进了屋里，窗外有两只小鸟一直在叽叽喳喳好像在嘲笑我，泪水从我的眼睛里流下来落在地板上。
突然，门铃响了起来，我擦干眼泪跑去开门，是乐乐，她手里拿着一把崭新的梳子，我带她进了房间说：“薇薇，这把梳子不是一般的梳子，这可是一把有魔力的梳子，只要你每天用这把梳子梳一下头发，你的头发慢慢地就会变长！”我微笑的点了点头，虽然这不可能有魔力，但是我知道这是善意的谎言，她是为了让我别难过才骗我的，我们两个互相拥抱了一下，我笑着说：“你是我最好的朋友！”她也笑了笑说：“你也是！”我们两个笑了起来。
不久她搬家了，我并没有那么伤心，因为有那把梳子陪伴，就像以前她陪伴我一样。
那把梳子静静地躺在抽屉里，虽然有点破旧，但我对它的感情不会破旧。
夏来了，空气弥漫着阳光和苦艾的味道，我的眼睛看不到，却清晰地嗅到你的味道。
季节转眼就开始了另一个轮回。屋外的槐树深色般沉静，在蓝色的天空下生长着，茂盛的把一串串枝桠伸到窗前。空气中开始满着炎热的气息，眼睛看不到，睫毛边上是颤动着一滴滴光亮。
那是一个落雨天，空气中氤氲着潮湿的味道，我伴着忧伤的旋律，静静整理者那些曾经属于我们的东西。
一件咖啡色的毛衣，那是你在师范读书时我精心为你挑选的毛线，厚厚的软软的，是当时最流行的时尚颜色。为了给你打织这件毛衣，我特意回到乡下老家，和母亲学了整整半月，开始的时候总织不好，于是拆了织，织了拆，夜夜挑灯密织，花了多半年，终于织成了。那件毛衣是我的精致之作，不禁针脚匀称，花纹鲜艳，而且把我对你的欢喜和爱慕统统织进了去。心有千千结，无论你走到哪里，都会有我注视你的目光，无论天寒地冻，都会温暖着你的心。
记得你曾经对我说，你穿上毛衣感到好温暖，你说你一直穿下去，一直到老。把它当做传家宝，告诉我们未来的宝宝，这是你妈妈为我精心编织的定情之物……
那温暖的话语还萦绕在耳边，你就不穿毛衣了，因为你住进了豪华别墅，出入做高档轿车，一年温暖如春，哪里还需要着厚厚的毛衣？
再翻，是一件白色衬衣，因为旧，白色已经褪的差不多了，呈现出一种淡淡的黄，就像我们的婚姻，不知不觉没了颜色。那件衬衣是我用第一个月的薪水为他特意卖的，那是他二十八岁的生日。当时我们除了爱情，什么都没有。
那么多的情书没有想到静静压在箱底。是你写给我的，每天不管你多么累，都要写给我一句温馨的话，一只温暖着我的心：“我没有惊天动地的爱情宣言，也没有海枯石烂的爱情承诺。但是我想告诉你：我比上一秒更爱你！”你说：“我是一个天使，在那懵懂、青涩的季节，带着一双纯洁的翅膀，穿过了雨季的纷飞，却飞不出你编织的经纬。”你说“自从拥有了我全心全意的爱，你就成了世界上最富有的人，因为你拥有你全心全意的爱，它比全世界还贵重，所以全世界给你你也不交换。”你说“我笑一次，你就可以高兴好几天；可看我哭一次，你就难过了好几年……”
到此时，我的眼泪终于落下来了。昨天还在耳边的情话，今天已经冷到疏离。我对你说的最后一句话是，我永远不想看到你。
直到有一次街上偶然和你邂逅，你挽着一个笑靥如花的妩媚女子，和我是那么的何曾相似。你伸出手去，替那女子挡住过往的行人和头顶的一片艳阳。我忽然落泪，那个动作，你曾经为我做了不止千遍万遍。
也许是越容易得到的越不珍惜，那个时候，年少的我一个劲儿忙着证明爱情，所以一次一次要你在我身边缠绵，而并不知道，越是这样，你离我越来越远。等我明白你应该是我手里的风筝时，你已经飞走了。那线，已不在我的手中掌握。
抽屉里，是你为我精心挑选的茉莉花茶。忙碌的我，居然没有耐心坐下来心*气和地喝上一杯。上好的茉莉花香，不曾开启。我慢慢打开，清新的茶香扑面而来，你说你喜欢茉莉，你说有时间一定和我坐下来慢慢品尝。
可是，我们竟从没有坐下来，喝一杯芬香四溢茉莉花茶。
我为自己砌上了一杯。
慢慢轻酌一口，发现满嘴的清苦之后是如此的唇齿留香。那样的香气让我有了流泪的冲动。苦茶香，是在离开以后才知道的，就想明白了爱情，但已经远去了。
可，还是谢谢你，在我最好的年华里遇见你，我一心一意坐在阳台前轻轻喝着茶，那淡淡的'香气，让我刹那间温暖起来。
妈妈拿着一块巧克力放在了我的桌子上说：“吃吧！它很甜的。是你爸爸想起来你喜欢吃，所以去买的。”于是妈妈轻步走出门去。这时我含着泪撕开糖纸，将巧克力填进嘴里，顿时，眼泪刷的一下落下，伴着无声的抽泣。嗯！巧克力可真香甜。
今天已是放假的第三天了，也就是说我与爸爸已经三天没有说话了，那是因为自从爸爸替我开完家长会后，看到我糟糕的成绩说了我几句，于是我就成天把自己关在房里（除三餐之外）。其实我明白这都是我的错，老天对我惩罚的时候到了。到现在为止，我仍在埋头写作业，用心写作业，我要让爸爸知道我是在学*，每天都在用心的学*，而不是像他说的每天心都不在学*上。
1月22日，离过年仅有一周的时候了，父母都在准备年货。两人忙的一会儿包饺子，一会儿去**节必需品。此时，我的心底受到了谴责，为什么我会让他们这样忙碌，这样担忧。深夜1点了，我躺在床上，翻来覆去，久久不能入睡，良久，我听到了轻轻地脚步声，听声像是朝我这间房走来，于是我迅速闭上眼睛，这人停留了约摸两分钟，就轻轻的关上门走了，我知道这人就是爸爸，因为我从眼睛的缝隙中看到了那双超大码的拖鞋。我又哭了，因为我让他这样担心，这样加速变老，这样……
第二天，爸爸和妈妈又去买东西了，我心想着东西不都已经买齐了吗？还要去买什么呢？不论买什么，我一定要克制住自己的好奇心，不去乱翻。想着，我又去埋头写作业了。咚——咚——咚，好沉重的脚步声，爸妈回来了，但我仍继续写着作业，就当一切都那样*静。爸爸用自己的钥匙打开了门，两人进了屋，紧接着，我房屋的门缓缓推开了，就如我开头所写，是妈妈为我拿来了一个巧克力，当时我不敢抬头，因为我的眼里已经储满了泪水，生怕一抬头，泪水就由于惯性哗哗落下，再让妈妈心酸。记得妈妈以前说过，爸爸是一个不知道怎么讨好别人，更不知道怎么安慰别人的人。所以说我何必跟一个这样憨厚，老实的父亲较劲呢！
伟人狄斯耐曾说过，“当少年出了严重麻烦的时候，有过失的往往并不是少年本身，而是他们的父母。当一件使人不愉快的事件发生的时候，如果你观察的比较深刻一些，便会发现通常是在家庭方面有些问题。在太多的事例之中，问题都在父母，需要纠画龙点睛的也是父母。”而这次我确实错了，问题都在于我，需要纠正的也是我。我决定，这篇作文结束之时就是我向父亲道歉的时候。
爸爸，对不起。我又让您伤心了。您就像荧火虫一般，无时无刻不在照亮着我成长的小道，我知道您是为了让我少走些曲折之路，并且有质量的走远人生的第一个阶段。我会加倍努力，让您觉得您对我的付出是值得的。
我妈妈喜欢喝咖啡，但我不喜欢喝，也许是不*惯那股苦味吧。
小升初第五次模拟考试，我由于生病缺考了。
“苏贝贝，你上个星期是不是没参加月考？”收假返校后，教数学的向老师问我。
“对呀。”我回答。
“唉，你不用考了，现在已经没有那些试卷了。”向老师有些遗憾。
耶，不用考数学！我喜不自胜。
后来，教英语的张老师也告诉我同样的情况，我真是太开心了，真希望语文也不用补考！
正所谓“希望越大，失望越大”。果然不出我所料，教语文的朱老师很细心，帮我留了一张考卷。唉，我自叹命苦！我无奈地在朱老师的办公室里补做了这张试卷，朱老师还为我批改出了分数。
放学回到家中，我看见妈妈在喝咖啡，一闻到那股味我就想吐。
“贝贝，这次在学校补考没有？”妈妈喝了一口咖啡，立马问我。
“数学和英语没试卷，语文没考好。”我一边吃着面包，一边漫不经心地回答。
“把试卷拿给我看看。”
——爱作文9篇
“山固然高，也不如母爱高；海固然深，也不如母子情深。”看了这篇报道，我的内心给震颤得久久不能*静。
这是一个感人肺腑的故事，当母亲只需1秒钟向外挪动1米就可以毫发无损厉害火场时，是一种能够战胜本能、战胜恐惧的力量――母爱，促使她冲进火海，冲进了火势最凶猛的着火点，一直冲到儿子身边，将儿子护在怀里，拼命抱着儿子往外跑，还不听地呼唤着“明明，你回答妈妈呀”。令人心痛的是从院内着火点到她倒下的最后几十米留下了血红的足印，每两个足印之间几乎有3米远，那时人体跨越一步所能达到是极限。在母亲生命最后的日子里，家里支付不起医药费，母亲说“俺不治，给明明治。”母亲最后用颤抖的声音叮咛：“儿子，好好活下去，妈妈爱你！””读到这儿，我不忍心再读下去，泪水模糊了我的眼睛。我再一次深切地感受到母爱的`伟大。
“母爱是石，敲出星星之火，母爱是火，点燃熄灭的灯，母爱是灯，照亮夜行的路，母爱是路，领你走向黎明……”这不是诗篇，而胜是诗篇，这不是赞歌，而胜是赞歌。有多少位名家文人对母爱的赞美。是呀！一位*凡普通的母亲给了儿子第二次生命，我又一次感受到人间母爱的无私、崇高和伟大！
爸妈是我最好的加油站，还记得我以前曾经因为考试考的不理想而伤心、难过，回家时就会在房间里偷偷哭泣，骂自己怎么这么傻、这么笨。爸妈知道我是个很注重成绩的人，而且两个哥哥都得到*奖，使我压力很大，深怕没得到*奖，会被哥哥们嘲笑，所以他们都会跟我说：“别担心，尽力就好。”听到这句话总会让我很安心，虽然不能持久，可是我还是很感谢他们对我的关心。
朋友也是我的加油站，他们经常鼓励我，叫我别灰心，人生没有失败怎么能有成功，尽管人生里有多少挫折，都是要去面对、解决的，听完了这句话，我终于可以抛开心中的巨石，并向胜利女神吶喊：“我不会认输的！”说完这句话，我感到身心舒畅，任何压力都没有了。
家人和朋友都是我生命的加油站，要是没有他们，我可能早就对自己丧失了自信心，也是因为他们，我现在才拥有这么美好的生活，我要说的是：“谢谢你们一直陪着我，为我加油！”
谁都有老的那一天，每个人都避免不了，所以我们每个人都要对待老人，有一种关爱，孝顺的义务，因为我们每一个人，也是后代子女们的榜样，我们做的不好，将来我们的子女就有可能会效仿我们。
我们经常能够看到电视机中，或者是报纸上，或者是杂志上报道，关爱老人的文章或者是视频。因为现在的社会风气，不是特别端正，所以在全国各地，乃至全世界，都出现了一些对老人不好，甚至虐待老人的现象。其实大家想一想，我们每个人都有老人，每个人也都会变成老人，为什么不从我们自己做起，关心老人，给后人树立一个好的榜样呢？
昨天看到电视上，报道一篇新闻，在一个家庭中，一位老人拥有6个子女，可是6个子女谁都不管老人，老人的生活无依无靠，就连最简单的吃饭睡觉，都不能够得到保障，6个子女都嫌弃老人，试问一下这6位孙女，如果你们没有这位老人，你们6个人是如何生活到现在的？这不仅仅是关于孝顺，这也是一个关系到做人品德的问题。
关爱老人，人人有责，而且要从我做起，每个人都有关爱老人的义务，每个人也必须要关爱老人，家有一老，如有一宝，老人是我们家庭中幸福的核心，也是保障我们家庭幸福美满的重要角色。
希望我们每个人都能够关心老人，呵护他们，给予他们一些爱，让他们的晚年过得幸福。
*凡的11年中，有许多酸甜苦辣，酸是尴尬、甜是快乐、苦是辛酸、辣是气愤……在人生道路中还有太多太多我们没有经历过的苦难，但是只要我们用心去付出‘就一定能克服巨大的困难。
那年夏天，我8岁，天特热，可是天似乎偏偏想跟我作对，我想凉它却偏想热，炙热的阳光似乎想熔解大地，就连最活跃的知了也趴在树上乘凉休息了，而人呢？就更别说了，都在家开着空调，吃着冰棒，惬意极了，可是我们这条街竟然在那么热的天气里停电了，你说我抱怨不抱怨，要不是我涵养高一点，早就破口大骂了。爸爸不在家，妈妈为我摇着蒲扇一边抹着汗水说：“瑞瑞，天这么热你不如去学个游泳，这样不仅可以不热了还可以再多添一项技能，你说呢？”我无奈地点了点头，我是典型一个旱鸭子，但是天又这么热只能去学了。说完妈妈立马带我去报了个游泳班。第二天，来到游泳班，那里的老师一个个都“凶神恶煞”，我看到了都“不寒而栗”，第一节课是憋气，老师连讲也没讲，就一手卡住我脖子把我按到水里，我吓得差点从游泳池里蹦出来，但是老师手卡的很紧，我动弹不得，肚子似一个灌水机，“咕嘟咕嘟”，喝了好多水，便从水里爬出来躲在墙角流泪。
妈妈看见我这个样子跑进来安慰我：“瑞瑞，我知道你很害怕水，但是名已经报了，你就坚持下去吧，俗话说得好“坚持就是胜利”，只要你把游泳想成是你最喜欢干的事就行了。”短短几句话，激起了游泳的勇气，我再一次跳入了水中，终于在水里憋了好一会，老师也夸奖我了，渐渐地，游泳再也不是我的一个坎了，我越学越熟练，再也不对水害怕了，面对荡漾的碧波，我不再胆怯，勇敢地跳下去，从这头游到那头，再从游到这头，虽然我现在不怕水了，但是我在游泳中还有许多缺点，要么是一换气时头就猛地抬起来，要么就是游泳时姿势不正确，我现在学的是蛙泳，要像青蛙一样把手臂、大腿展开，这样水的压力会较大，游得也比较快，可是我又不是小女孩，腿和手能压那么直，每天老师让我们做的20个劈叉，对我们男生来说就是活受罪，妈妈见我练劈叉那么困难，便减小了我的难度，他只要我压腿50次，虽然压腿对我来说较轻松，但是50次可不是说着玩的，我就这样练呀练，一直练到第10天，妈妈才让我练20个劈叉，我以为又像当初那么受罪，刚压下去腿竟然一点也不疼了，练完后腿也没有抽筋，原来妈妈让我练压腿是让我逐步适应劈叉的疼痛，过了一段时间老师开始考试，考试的内容是游100米中途不可以站立，但是可以换气，虽然游100米对我来说不是很吃力，但是不准站立游泳我还是第一次听说，但是考试开始了，再不想游也得游呀，考试开始了，我纵身跳入水中，利用强大得惯力冲了一节然后用尽全力游泳，可是没一阵，我就快没劲了，这时，妈妈在一旁给我加油鼓劲，我立马有了十足的干劲，50米、60米，70、80、90米了，最后我一个冲刺一下冲到了终点，“万岁！！考试通过了”我欢呼起来，妈妈也在一旁笑。
妈妈在我困难时给了我帮助，在我失败时给了我鼓励，在我骄傲时让我懂得了谦虚……我爱妈妈！
高尔基曾说：“书是人类进步的阶梯。”我就是一个不折不扣的小书迷。每天放学写完作业，我就会跑去看书。甚至看得连饭都不想吃，觉都不想睡了。下面就让我来给你们说说我读书的经历吧！
在我刚刚认识几个字的时候，就抱起了家里的那本童话书。书里的各个人物使我有不一样的心情。一会儿为他绝望，一会儿新中有燃起了一线希望，一会儿失望的心情有回来了。就说《丑小鸭》吧！它 因为长的太丑，所以被鸭子们赶出了鸭群。读到这的时候，我为它而绝望。但几经磨难只后，他终于变成了一只美丽的白天鹅。这里又让我从绝望的深渊中爬了出来。渐渐的，这些童话书不能满足我读 书的需求了。书架上的名著仿佛磁铁一样吸引住了我。
曾几何时，我读懂了《西游记》中斩妖除魔的孙悟空、贪吃好色的猪八戒、老实憨厚的沙和尚 “话说天下大势，分久必合，合久必分 ”的`《三国演义》也给我留下了极其深刻的印象。描写“官迫民反 ”的《水浒传》里着力描写的人物，如林冲――林教头风雪山神庙一回，看了使我气愤填胸。武松、鲁智深等人，都有自己极生动的风格。“满纸荒唐言，一把辛酸泪。都云作者痴，谁解其中味。”《 红楼梦》让我尝到了一个朝代和家庭的兴旺盛衰的滋味。
这就是我的读书经历，我也做到了冰心奶奶所说的一句话：“读书好，多读书，读好书。”
读书亦美妙，我爱读书！
我小学二年级时，爸爸带全家去外地旅游。去的时候一路顺风，但回来却非常不顺利。因为天气原因，我们一直在机场。在飞机上及回家的路上，爸爸一直抱着足有五十斤的我，我就像躺在一个超大号摇篮里，舒服极了。
没想到一到家，爸爸就把我叫醒，边抚摸着我的头边用厚重的声音轻声说：“宝贝儿，该起床了，你还有作业没写完。”我伸了个懒腰，边揉眼睛边说：“干啥呀!现在才几点呀?丢一次作业就丢一次吧，反正也不会怎么样。”爸爸听了我的话耳朵直冒气，脸都快红了，立刻拎起我，叫我赶快写作业。爸爸严肃的神情吓了我一跳，我心里又是伤心又是生气，“哪有这样的父亲呀!我还是不是你儿子呀?下手这么狠。”我的眼泪往下流，开始是一两滴，随后就是哇哇大哭。而爸爸皱眉头严肃地：“今天你差了一次作业，今后你会差比作业更重要的东西，你都不会在意。”
这天我终于懂得了什么是父爱，我又再次流泪了。这时我看钟表正指着五点，原来爸爸一夜没睡，抱着我让我睡了一个香喷喷的觉。这时，我才心服口服地去写作业。
夜深了，月光透过窗子撒落在病床上。此时此刻的月光似乎有些暗淡，但却流露着他的爱。
数小时前的他们还相互搀扶着在路边的林荫道上散步，而此时此刻他们老两口却因一场意外被送进病房。
老妇人安静的躺在病床上，手上还打着点滴。老头儿忍着伤痛轻轻地走进妻子的病房，托着沉重的步调移到妻子的病床前。望着妻子小心翼翼地托着凳子坐了下来。目光忽然移到妻子输点滴的手上，他把手伸出去又缩了回来，想帮妻子暖手又怕弄痛了她受伤的手。犹豫了一会儿，又把手伸到妻子的手边，慢慢地轻轻地握住了妻子的手。老头儿的手潜意识地收缩了一下，也许是妻子的手太冷了吧！
握着妻子冰凉的手，脸色又有些深沉，似乎在害怕些什么。终于，老头儿开口说话了。一开始好像是在自言自语些什么，然后又抬头看着病床上的妻子，又低语了些什么。
死寂的深夜开始有了一点点的生机。只能听到老头儿的叹气声，还有他那唯一的一句话。“老伴儿，快醒醒吧！”虽然声音很小很小，但似乎全世界的人都能听到。顿了片刻，没有任何回声，只听到窗外树叶滑落在地的声音。有点凄凉，又有点感伤。
窗外起风了，夜已不再静了，病床上的月光渐渐地走了，直到消失在病房里。护士轻轻地推开房门走到老头儿跟前说：“大爷，该给病人换药了。”老头儿缓缓地从睡梦中醒来，抬头看了看护士，低声说了说了声“好”。
睡梦中，他和妻子一起手牵手走在路边的林荫道上，时而他们相视一笑，时而望望路边的梧桐，时而看着远处的行人。偶尔老伴还指着不远的一对年轻情侣说着他们的爱情故事，老头儿笑着使劲地点了点头。
走着，走着，梦醒了。老头儿脸上的笑也渐渐消失了，又陷入了沉闷中。依然握着老伴的手，一刻也不敢转移自己的目光。
暗淡的月光又一次撒落在老伴的病床上，窗外一片死寂，连树叶的沙沙声也消失了。老头儿仍坐在病床前，紧紧地握着老伴的手，守望着，注视着，等待着。
看了《爱的教育》，我很感动，书本里面有一个“病中的老师”格外亲切，在最后死的时候，写道：“起码到最后一天，就在上星期六晚，她说快要和孩子们永别了，还抱病亲自到附*学生家里，向学生提出最后的赠言，一一和他们吻别，哭着回去。”
看了这本书，我体会到同学之间的关爱和照顾，也知道了老师对同学的关爱和教导。这使我想起了我的班主任蔡老师，他很温和。对我们很关心，下课总是跟我们一起玩。读这样的故事真让自己受益匪浅，我想我们也应该以身作则，在学校和家庭中学*这种关爱他人，用自己的爱心来关心别人，让爱在人们的心中永驻。
从一年级到五年级，我们换了好几位班主任。其中最让我难忘的是张蕾老师。
张老师个子娇小，留着一头乌黑的长发。*日里她穿着简单而大方，从不刻意打扮，但我觉得她仍然很漂亮。课堂上她始终严格要求我们，但*日里却很可亲。
有一次因为意外，我的脚趾骨折了，绑上了厚厚的石膏，给我的学*生活带来了很大的不便。但张老师无微不至地关心着我：喝水、上厕所等，她都会关照同学来帮助我。
而最让我难忘的是中午去食堂吃饭。起先她专门让同学送到教室，可往往送到时饭菜都已经凉了。于是等我的脚稍有好转后，她就派同学扶我一路去食堂，她要先带队伍过去。我们的教室虽然在一楼，可到食堂要穿过长廊，而且有台阶。我跳上跳下，不一会儿已经精疲力竭、满头大汗，而且由于害怕，隐隐感觉脚疼了，我一下哭了起来。
也许是等了太久，也许是不放心我，张老师满脸焦急地走了回来，见我满脸痛苦，忙安慰我：“不哭了，把眼泪擦掉，我们是最勇敢的！”边说边要背我。我挣扎着不肯上去。要知道张老师身材瘦小，而我在班级里的个子可是数一数二的，她怎么背得动我呢？张老师突然生气地说：“你再不听话，我再也不管你了！”无奈，我只能让张老师背起了我，我可不想老师不理我！
一路上，张老师总不时地回头问我脚疼不疼。来到食堂，老师把我扶到座位上，把我的伤脚轻轻搁在凳子上放*。这时，我发现张老师已经满头大汗，还在轻轻地喘气。
吃饭时，张老师频频回头关切地看看我，而我也会心地向张老师微笑一下。
张老师，您对我的爱是多么美丽、多么细微！您不是我的妈妈，却胜似我的妈妈！
——我爱冬天英语作文合集10篇
The sky with large snowflakes, cold weather comes, north wind was whistling.
Wintersweet, bamboo, pines are not afraid of winter, pythons, ants, and other animal hide all hedgehogs hibernate in caves.
Alice and Bob are the playground of smooth sneak with ice; Xiao Fang, Xiao Hua and Mao Mao in playing with the snow, playing in the snow battle and pile up a snowman, everyone in small groups, carefree to play with, extremely happy.
天空下着鹅毛大雪，寒流也来了，北风呼呼地吹着。
蜡梅、翠竹、苍松都不怕寒冬，蟒蛇、蚂蚁、刺猬等动物全躲在洞里冬眠。
小红和小明正在操场的光滑地上溜着冰；小芳、小华和毛毛在玩着雪，打起了雪仗，堆起了雪人，大家三五成群，无忧无虑地玩着，开心极了。
Whenever I wonder, I turn over the album and think about the trip to Harbin, … …
Harbin winter sky dazzling white, often see the big white snow falling from the sky, like the light maiden rotation in the air. Snow fell on the soft ground, step up creaked; the snow fly to a tree, the branches wore glittering crown; the snow in the field, the field covered with endless carpet.
It snows and the sun comes out. The sun shines on the snow, reflected a colorful light. A tree covered with silver, which is linked to the tree. The shape is the marvelous silver praise! Sometimes a snowball, if someone shaking the branches, and the silver balls falling on the spot. Snowball was broken, jade crumbs like snow be wind, beautiful.
The Songhua River is another story: the ice on the river, put a few blocks out of the ice, a few people with a huge carved carving knife. On a river carved sculpture has: a lovely panda, leisurely eating bamboo; there is a naughty monkey, skillfully playing acrobatics; a naive child, is reading carefully; a graceful young girl, looking up at the sky high … … a statue to true to life. Along the river bank with more and more beautiful.
Ice is a member of a unique family of ice. It has brilliant colors, shining, like stars, and the other is the bridge, pavilion, palace, attic, exquisite was stunning. When the light is bright, the jade is green, the precious stone is blue, the gold is yellow, and it is so crystal like, like the fairy tale of the fairy who lives in the fairy.
Oh, the winter of Harbin, you are beautiful! Your beauty, reflecting the natural Yequ, also contains Chinese wisdom.
Winters in Taipei are very cold during the evening and very windy during the daytime. I usually look forward to the Lunar New Years Day and the winter vacation when I can go to the village where the climate is warmer during these holidays. Also, I look forward to seeing my grandmother, great-grandmother, and my friends in the village; I like my grandmother's food very much. Winter is the time everyone is in a festive mood.
In the city, I usually do a lot of reading at home in the winter because of the cold .
I like winter best. I often go skiing on Sundays with my family. When it snows, everything turns white. There is thick snow on roads,strees,trees and houses. It's a beautiful world! My friends and I like making snowmen. Sometims we paly with snow . It's very interesting and exciting, And one of the most important reasons is that Spring Festival comes at this time of the year.
我最喜欢冬天。我经常在星期天和我的家人去滑雪。下雪的时候，一切都变白了。有道路，厚厚的积雪下，树木和房屋。这是一个美丽的世界!我喜欢和我的朋友一起堆雪人。有时我们玩雪。这是非常有趣和令人兴奋的，其中最重要的原因之一是春节在今年的这个时候。
Although winter means cold weather, I love it all the same. I think winter is a beautiful season, especially when it snows. Snowflakes fall down naughtily. They fall on branches of trees, on roofs of houses and on wheat fields. Soon the whole earth will be dressed in white. Everything is shining in the sun. Every time it snows, I will remember an old saying, "Winter has come, can spring be far away?'
虽然冬天意味着寒冷的天气，我爱它。我认为冬天是一个美丽的季节，尤其是下雪的日子。雪花落下来。它们落在树枝上，屋顶上和对小麦田野。很快整个地球将穿上白色。一切都是在阳光的照耀下。每次下雪，我都会想起一句话，“冬天来了，春天还会远吗?”
I like winter, because the winter can snowball fights with your friends, make a snowman.
Winter is cold, but the snow is very beautiful. Snow, snow, the earth mother covered with a thick layer of the quilt, houses and trees are put on the silver dress. Flying snow, the snow baby naughty, the soft, white snow, like catkin, like it, like a goose feather swirl of falling down. A little later, the earth mother's arms have many snow doll.
Winter, I and many children make a snowman, make snowballs into a ball, and then rolling into a big snowball. Then do a small snowball on snowball, snowman is forming. Then, take two longan nuclear when the eyes, with a carrot as the nose, with branches draw a mouth, with stones do buttons, do the snowman's hat with a steel drum, broom do the snowman's arm, give her a red scarf, the snowman is ready.
Play snowball fights better, make snowballs into a snowball, and then you throw me, I throw you, snow fall, ice ice cool, everybody happy.
I like winter, winter really is very beautiful, what do you think?
There are four seasons in a year, I like summer most, while I hate winter.
Mow it is winter, I have to wear a lot of clothes, it makes me move slowly, I want to play with my friend, but with so many clothes, I feel uncomfortable.
I also can’t sleep well, I feel so cold, I wish spring will come soon.
The snow in winter can give me a lot of imagination. I fantasized that I was snow white, wearing snow white clothes, playing in the snow. The winter of last year was especially cold, but I felt warmed. When the winter arrived, my mother was knitting a sweater for me every day. Every morning when I open my eyes, my mother has already quietly put the fire on the room, as warm as in spring, the clothes have been drying up very warm, always in the care of my mother, my love.
The cold season in winter, the cold wind, without mercy, the mother's teeth hurt, when the wind is painful, sometimes can not speak. Looking at my mother's pain, I wish I could do something for my mother. It's a cold morning again. I just fooled and eaten two or three food for breakfast, so I had to carry my schoolbag away. Then my mother suddenly said, "come on, I'll give you all of these." I said, "are you not a toothache? No, I'm going." My mother just pulled me back, and sincere words and earnest wishes to me said: "breakfast to eat, otherwise the morning classes did not have the strength." Listening to my mother's words, my heart seemed to be violently impacted. It blurred.
Spring flowers summer weather a riot of colour, hot, autumn fruit is sweet and delicious, winter scenery loose green white.
The winter snow like a feather, like catkins, like dandelion seeds, drifting profusely and disorderly fall.
Snowflakes in winter have different shapes: stars with six angles. Six twigs……
When snowflakes dance to the world, the earth. Building. The trees are covered with a layer of white cloth, the kids are out playing, some snowball fights, some snowman, some……see how happy they are!
冬天是一个美丽的季节。
Winter is a beautiful season.
它既没有春天一样温暖，也没有夏天一样火热，更没有秋天一样阳光灿烂，但冬天同样迷人。
It is neither as warm as spring, nor as hot as summer, nor as bright as autumn, but it is equally charming in winter.
你仔细望去，田野一片碧绿，温棚一片片，一排排，瓜果满园，农民们在播种和收获。
You carefully look, a green field, a greenhouse, a row, fruit garden, farmers in planting and harvesting.
特别是下了一场大雪以后，房屋，地上像披上银色的衣裳，风一吹雪花飞舞，像一条玉带升向远方。刚落叶的树枝像毛茸茸的银条，许多大树上堆满了雪球，大地铺上了地毯。
Especially after a heavy snow on the ground like houses, covered with silver clothes, the wind blows snow flying, like a jade belt up to the distance. Just leaves branches like a hairy silver, many trees covered with snowball Earth covered with carpet.
我和别的小伙伴们一起滚雪球，堆雪人，打雪仗，玩得开心极了。
I and other buddies with a snowball, snowman, snowball fights, play very happy.
我爱冬天，更爱美丽的景色。
I love the winter and I love the beautiful scenery.
