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父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain

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自從我懂事以來,爸爸為了我健康快樂成長,為了我學習的進步,為了我道德修養的提高;他除了工作時間外,幾乎把所有時間都投入了我身上,春夏秋冬,風雪下雨,十幾年如一日地關心着我,愛護着我。

父愛如山 Fathers love is like a mountain

Since I was sensible, my father has been growing up for my health and happiness, for my progress in learning and for my improvement in moral cultivation. Apart from his working hours, he has devoted almost all his time to me. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, its snowy and rainy. For more than ten years, he has been caring about me and cherishing me.

聽奶奶説:自打我生下來的.那天起,全家人都在為我忙活,人家都説我媽媽辛苦,生下我來不容易,但爸爸在醫院裏默默無聞的日夜奔波,為媽媽端茶送水,為我換洗尿片,一刻都沒有休息過,就是晚上也要等我們母女倆甜甜的進入夢鄉,他才可以休息片刻,由於我常常鬧夜要抱抱,爸爸三個月沒有睡好覺。

Listen to Grandma: since the day I was born, the whole family has been working for me. They say that my mother is hard and its not easy to give birth to me. But my father has been running around the hospital day and night, carrying tea and water for my mother and changing my diapers. He hasnt had a rest for a moment. Even in the evening, we have to wait for our mother and daughter to go to sleep sweetly before he can have a rest I often have to cuddle at night. Dad hasnt slept well for three months.

長大以後,我獨自拿着小時候的照片在窗户前發呆。一到三歲時,每天我都在爸爸媽媽的百般的精心呵護下成長。看着照片上,爸爸媽媽帶我快樂的洗澡,自己一人睡在小推車上的模樣,就知道,我小時候一定很幸福。

When I grew up, I was alone in front of the window with my childhood photos. When I was one to three years old, I grew up with the care of my parents every day. Looking at the picture, mom and Dad took me a happy bath, sleeping on the trolley alone, I knew that I must be very happy when I was a child.

四歲到六歲時,我開始進入我的幼兒園。每天,都是爸爸給我燒早飯,爸爸負責送我、接我,上學、放學。有一次,爸爸因為公司裏有事,四點半了,他還沒有來接我。眼看天快黑了,我便大聲哭了起來,等爸爸來接我回家時,我一路上都不曾和爸爸説話,因為我很氣憤,為什麼爸爸晚來接我。回家以後,媽媽就一直的責怪爸爸,爸爸不斷跟我道歉。以後,就再也沒有出現過這樣的類似情況

From the age of four to six, I began to enter my kindergarten. Every day, my father cooks breakfast for me. My father is responsible for sending me, picking me up, going to school and finishing school. Once, my father didnt come to pick me up at 4:30 because of something in the company. Seeing it was getting dark, I cried loudly. When my father came to pick me up, I didnt talk to my father all the way, because I was angry. Why did my father come to pick me up late. After going home, my mother always blamed my father, and my father kept apologizing to me. In the future, this kind of situation has never happened again