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 vicissitudesnot forget, you earnestly to teach the scenenot 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 next life, i also make your daughter!
Today I want to talk about a father’s love through a poem。i think that it is also my honor to stand here to show our deep love for father。 A fathers love(父亲的爱) Fathers seldom say "I love you" 父亲们很少说"我爱你" Though the feelings always there, 虽然那份感觉一直都在那 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 A fathers 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 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 Because the love that fathers feel 因为父亲的爱 Is too big for words alone! 绝非言语所能诠释
Have you ever think what do parents mean to your life?Most of you may say parents are the best teachers in the world.Yep,I totally agree with you.However,parents for me,is more than a teacher.They are the builders of my life.They build me just like people build a big house in daily life. I would like to thank my parents,for they gave me life,and did their best to bring me up.They never give up me and remain the main influence in my life from birth to adulthood.From the day I were born,they teach me how to eat,how to walk,how to speak,how to communicate with the others and so on.They gave me a strong body,make me can walk on the world by myself.They gave me a rich life so that I don’t worry about the problems of basic necessities of life.They try their best to build me to be a healthy girl,to be a kind girl who always being grateful for whatever I have. What’s more,my parents influence my life strongly.They shaped my own characters.I understand why we should care about others’ feelings.They teach me good manners and behavior through their actions as much as words.My father,as a businessman,he got some valuable experiences through the business work.He always told me if I want to make a big deal with others,I must remember that China has an old saying that,disadvantage is a blessing,do not have too much gas.Now I think it is a kind of wisdom of life.My mother always by my side no matter what happens to me.She make me calm and reassuring.I dream to be a smart girl.I dream to be the man like my father.I dream to be live a better life. As I shape myself and as I shape of my live, I gradually become more aware of gratitudes, and consequently thank to my parents again. I am so proud of my parents they are the best gift in the world.I would always keep my parents in my heart.So,my point is parents are the best builder of my life.Thanks for listening.
Time really flies. I finished college and then left my home city. For the past ten years, whenever I've visited home, dad was always there meeting me and seeing me off quietly at the railway station. Whenever he saw me off, he never tried to hug me or touch me, although I always expected a father's hug. When I was away from home, dad never wrote or called me, but he always pushed my mom to call me. Whenever mom was calling me, dad would sit beside her with a list of questions. He would instruct mom to talk to me for him. That's the way dad is, and that's how dad shows his love to me.
Dad is still quiet, but I still feel a connection. Ladies and gentlemen, when a connection is deep and powerful, it lives in a place far beyond words, and it becomes something special---"a silent father's love."更多信息请访问：https://www.24en.com/