父親節英語日記
父親節英語日記1
Today is Father'Day .i love my father so much that i 've done many things for him.
in the morning i bought some flowers with pocket money and put them in the vase.in the afternoon i went to buy some vegetables and cooked a simple but delicious dinner for my family .After supper,i gave father the card that i made myself and said" Happy Father's Day" to him.Then i told him to pay more attention to his health and not to overwork.i aslo promised to try my best to get the first place in the coming exam .Hearing this word,father
laughed aloud.
Today is a special day ,warm and meaningful.
父親節英語日記2
I think my father is a kind man,he love help people,and always forget to do something for himself.He has a good sence of humor,yes,I like that.That always make us happy.
I think he is a friend of mine.Because he always talk with me.I often feel I am not his daughter but his friend.
I think that my father is a good father and also a good worker.He works very hard.So he can’t play with me or my mum for long time.He think work will make him happy because work has many funny.So he always teaches me:don’t think work is a hard thing.
My father has many hobby.For example,he like reading,and he also like play computer game.He use his hobby to realx.He can feel very happy if he work,and also play.
He is a good man,isn’t he?
父親節英語日記3
If you ask me, who Loved Me? I must answer, of course, is my favorite dad.
Rained today, can give my father to buy clothes and shoes was sent ah, looking forward to a father from Monday through Father's Day, it is also going to rain!
I put on my raincoat firm ran home, half an hour later to the home, and even locked the door. At this time the rain had stopped it! Dad called, he says that they are mother and pouring it. And quickly went to where to find them. I shouted a voice:
I help my father lift tube, put the finished pouring tube turn up north. Finally, my shoes are wet, but I am still very happy. Mom and Dad did not think I'd come to help, but also very happy. I think as long as Mom and Dad need us, we stay with them, even if we do not buy a gift, they will be very happy.
Father's Day, I accompanied my father had, he was pleased, and I am even more happy.
Father's Day, Father's Day is not just that we have to think in the end the lack of what Mom and Dad? Mom and Dad need us, we are in front of it? Thanksgiving Dad, Thanksgiving mother. Father's Day, you stay with your parents yet?
父親節英語日記4
Two years before his death, my father gave me a small suitcase filled with his writings, manuscripts1 and notebooks. Assuming his usual joking, mocking2 air, he told me he wanted me to read them after he was gone, by which he meant after he died.
A week after he came to my office and left me his suitcase, my father came to pay me another visit; as always, he brought me a bar of chocolate (he had forgotten I was 48 years old). As always, we chatted and laughed about life, politics and family gossip3. A moment arrived when my father’s eyes went to the corner where he had left his suitcase and saw that I had moved it. We looked each other in the eye. There followed a pressing silence. I did not tell him that I had opened the suitcase and tried to read its contents, instead I looked away. But he understood. Just as I understood that he had understood. Just as he understood that I had understood that he had understood. But all this understanding only went so far as it can go in a few seconds. Because my father was a happy, easygoing4 man who had faith in himself: he smiled at me the way he always did. And as he left the house, he repeated all the lovely and encouraging things that he always said to me, like a father.
As always, I watched him leave, envying5 his happiness, his carefree and unflappable6 temperament. But I remember that on that day there was also a flash of joy inside me that made me ashamed. It was prompted by the thought that maybe I wasn’t as comfortable in life as he was, maybe I had not led as happy or footloose7 a life as he had, but that I had devoted it to writing —you’ve understood... I was ashamed to be thinking such things at my father’s expense. Of all people, my father, who had never been the source of my pain — who had left me free. All this should remind us that writing and literrature are intimately linked to a lack at the centre of our lives, and to our feelings of happiness and guilt.
But my story has a symmetry8 that immediately reminded me of something else that day, and that brought me an even deeper sense of guilt. Twenty-three years before my father left me his suitcase, and four years after I had decided, aged 22, to become a novelist, and, abandoning all else, shut myself up in a room, I finished my first novel, Cevdet Bey and Sons;
with trembling hands I had given my father a typescript of the still unpublished novel, so that he could read it and tell me what he thought. This was not simply because I had confidence in his taste and his intellect: his opinion was very important to me, because he, unlike my mother, had not opposed my wish to become a writer. At that point, my father was not with us, but far away. I waited impatiently for his return. When he arrived two weeks later, I ran to open the door. My father said nothing, but he at once threw his arms around me in a way that told me he had liked it very much. For a while, we were plunged9 into the sort of awkward silence that so often accompanies moments of great emotion. Then, when we had calmed down and begun to talk, my father resorted to highly charged and exaggerated language to express his confidence in me or my first novel: he told me that one day I would win the prize that I am here to receive with such great happiness.
He said this not because he was trying to convince me of his good opinion, or to set this prize as a goal; he said it like a Turkish father, giving support to his son, encouraging him by saying, ‘One day you’ll become a pasha10!’ For years, whenever he saw me, he would encourage me with the same words.
My father died in December of 2002.
Today, as I stand before the Swedish Academy and the distinguished11 members who have awarded me this great prize — this great honour — and their distinguished guests, I dearly wish he could be amongst us.
在父親去世的兩年前，他給了我一個小小的手提箱，里面裝滿了他的作品、手稿和筆記本。他用平常那種搞笑調侃的口吻要我在他走后再看，這個“走”當然說的是他永遠走了以后。
在父親把箱子留到我辦公室一個星期后，他又來看我了;和以往一樣，他給我買了巧克力(他忘了我都48歲了)。亦如以往，我們笑談生活、政治和家庭瑣事。后來他的目光落到了他曾放箱子的那個角落，發現箱子被我移動過了。我們四目相對，陷入了令人壓抑的沉默。我并沒有告訴他我打開了箱子，去看里面的內容，而只是把視線移開了。然而他明白了一切。就像我明白他明白了一樣。就像他明白我明白他明白了一樣。但所有的明白就在幾秒鐘之內明白了。因為父親是一個快樂、隨和、心懷信念的人——他只是照例沖我笑了笑。當他離開時，沒忘記把他作為父親該說的那一席親切的鼓勵之詞又重復了一遍。
我也同往日一樣，注視著他的離開，無比羨慕他的快樂，他的無憂無慮和他處世不驚的脾氣。然而，那天曾閃現在我心頭，令我自愧無比的片刻的竊喜依舊記憶猶新。那是由我的這種感覺引起的——可能我沒有過父親那樣舒適愜意的生活，也沒有他那如此快樂、無拘無束的生活，但我獻身于寫作了——你明白……想到父親為這一切所付出的代價，我慚愧極了。在所有的人中，父親從來不曾給我帶來痛苦——他完全讓我自由發展。所有這些都應該讓我們記住寫作和文字都與我們生活中心所缺失的東西緊密相聯，與我們的幸福感與負疚感息息相關。
我的故事同時也相應地提醒我那天還有讓我更加內疚的一件事。在父親留給我他的手提箱的二十三年前，在我從22歲開始決心成為一名小說家而放棄其它一切，把自己關在房間里寫作之后的第四年，我完成了第一部小說《杰夫德貝伊與其子》。我用顫抖的手將未出版書的打印稿拿給父親看，想聽取一點他的讀后感言。這并不僅僅是因為我對他的品位和智慧深信不已，他的看法對我如此重要，也是因為他不像母親那樣，反對我成為一名作家。在這一點上，父親比我們看得更遠。我迫不及待的等著他的回答。兩個星期之后他來了，我跑過去開門。父親沒有說任何話，只是張開手臂給了我一個擁抱，用這種方式告訴我他非常非常喜歡這部作品。一時之間，我們陷入了那種令人尷尬的沉默中，那種時常伴隨著重大情緒或起或落的沉默。后來，等我們平靜下來開始說話，他用了一種情感激蕩而夸張的語言對我和我的'小說表達了他強烈的信心：他告訴我，終將會有一天，我會像在此時此地一樣，帶著如此巨大的喜悅接受獎項。
他說這話并不是為了試圖要我相信他對我的好評，或是把這個獎項作為我的目標;他說這翻話就像一位土耳其父親那樣給予兒子支持，并鼓勵我說：“總有一天，你會成為帕夏的!”許多年來，無論何時，他看到我都以同樣的話語鼓勵我。
2002年12月，父親永遠的走了。
今天，我站在瑞士文學院，站在給予我這無尚光榮獎項的各位尊敬的院士面前，我衷心地希望此刻我的父親就在我們中間。
父親節英語日記5
The day after tomorrow, that is, on June 20. Is father's day! You ready to give dad what gift? As I give you advice?
Most of his father likes to stay up late at night watching the game, if you also like me, is a small fan, then follow your father the old fans watching a wonderful game!
If your dad doesn't like football, and the day is not at home, that you will take advantage of this opportunity, your dad's shoes, socks, clothes... Take out all washing!
But if you do the coolie live, will help your dad to quit smoking! Not a lifetime all don't let father smoking, but in this days, don't let father smoking again, and said to him: "today is father's day, you can't smoke, smoking is harmful to health!"
Again, if your father is a do not smoke, drink, people who do not like football, then you can help my father to reduce a little to work, if your father is a man at night to write files or something, then you can help my father rushed a cup of coffee or tea!
Anyway, father's day, be sure to let dad healthy and happy!
So, my gift to good, are you prepared to on father's day to dad what kind of surprise?
父親節英語日記6
Father, how great words; The father love, how beautiful melody. Dear dad, when busy, can you find such a festival of father's day?
Today, is my dad's first holiday, I carefully prepared a card, then tape posted a petal in the upper left corner. It with the aromatic, with my feelings, as the wind blows gently, the beautiful kind hearts float into dad.
The father loves the warmth in June and Thanksgiving. When I was in elaborate greeting card, write the handwriting which asm, I hand in trembling, my heart in the jump, the sincere words from time to time pull at my heart!
In fact, father's love is gentle, father use it rough hands stroked my head; Dad with his warm words of comfort me; When he humorous language make me laugh... At that time, I really realized the father loves the also gentle.
Dad is the pillar of the family, when his broad shoulders to assume the burden of the family; When I found a piece of white silk on his head; When I find the wrinkles on his face. My heart is with sour.
Generation of letters, mostly because their children mother selfless and moved, so for the selfless love left countless love. And for the whole family outside the hustle and bustle of the father? Nothing left.
Here, I want to sing loudly father's love is great!
父親節英語日記7
I am a girl of ten, and I live in a small mountain village far from Taiyuan. The only person that lives with me is my mother, because my father is away for eight years, working in a city.
During the Spring Festival, my father came back home. He looked thin and tired. He gave my mother two thousand yuan, and told her that he would work even harder, earn more money, and then he could take us to the city He stayed at home for only ten days.We are living a poor life now. But what I want most is not money, but my father. I miss him very much!
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