During the school year, I and my father were standing in line to buy tickets for the fair. The end of the line was quite tight with only eight children between us, our parents and two adults. You couldn't tell them a lot about their ages—they all seemed like kids under thirteen. They were clean clothes but had a little bit of something special to show them, standing in lines with hands holding hands. They were excitedly talking about the clowns they would see later that night.
One could sense there was never been to the fair before. It promised to be a highlight of their childhoods. The father and mother stood up tall as we approached. The mother held her father's hand, looking up at him with a smile like "You're my knight in shining armor." The father laughed and basked in pride, holding his hands straight for the camera.
The ticket seller asked how many tickets were needed—eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets for us to take to the fair. The father responded, "I need eight children's tickets and two adult tickets because I'm taking my family there." The ticket seller quoted the price again. The mother walked out of her hand, dropping a $20 bill on the ground. I took a few steps back, pulled it up in my hands from behind, and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."
The man knew what was going on. He wasn’t asking for help but seemed to appreciate the gesture. He looked straight into my father’s eyes, took his hand in both, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with a tear running down his cheek, he said, "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family." The man’s face quivered as I pulled his hand back.
The father and I drove back home. We didn’t go to the fair that night because we didn’t want to make it alone.
Our father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn’t go without.
父爱的英语作文2
Flowers are a wonderful gift of nature. Everyone loves them. Flowers tell stories, show love, and represent the beauty of the season. But there has been a misconception. Flowers are mainly associated with feminine gender. However, men also need flowers to look nice. Men often wear white and red roses in holidays like Father’s Day for their father. Women wear pink roses as Mother’s Day.
Men love bright, hot, bold colors like yellows, oranges, purples, and reds because they attract attention. They love the natural and contemporary floral bouquets that are stylish and trendy. Some might choose roses, daisies, exotic flowers if they want to be special. Vivid red roses and yellow daisies are often loved by most men.
When I felt sick one day, my father went home at night with a bag of fresh roses. "It’s your day," he said when I opened it. The father always knew that his love was there for me but didn’t tell me how to feel the warmth in his eyes.
"My father is of this kind. He reminds me of myself," I said. "I remember once I felt sad and missed my father. His hand was steady, his eyes full of love."
He said, "I can see that when he’s home from work. The way he feeds me makes me think of my family." When the sun came up, it warmed the sky. He sat down with a $20 bill on the ground and told me how much it had cost to feed his family.
"I don’t know why I should feel bad about that," I said. "I just want to study hard, get good grades so I can repay my father." He gave me an important message: focus on what you’re doing right, no matter the outcome.
He didn’t tell me how long it would take or if my grades were good or not. The key was that I worked hard and studied thoroughly.
他虽然脾气有点暴躁，但总是以一个温和的态度对待他的家庭。
父爱的英语作文3
I had a very strict father when I grew up. He was a self-taught Mandolin player. At first, he could play music on the piano but didn’t know how to read or write music notation. When he started practicing, he played for the family and would often sing along with us.
The day came when we were in a small country music band that performed at local dances and sometimes played for the local radio station. He told us that after his audition, he had caved to drinking and cursing because it was the perfect environment to be out there. There wasn’t a chance of being around that type of place.
One night, he came back to play and we three children would often sing along. Songs like "The Tennessee Waltz" or "Harbor Lights" with familiar lyrics were often performed. "Silver Bells" was one of his favorites because they were Christmas time in the city where we lived.
When the family gathered around, we sang those classic songs. They grew closer and I heard my father’s voice again. He was still pretty strict but didn’t seem like he was going to return home.
One of the most memorable moments was when the father played a Mandolin and asked us what we were doing with our eyes closed. We looked down and saw his hand on the $20 bill in our hands, holding it for years.
After that, we learned to hum "The Old Rugged Cross" together. The words were simple but meaningful because they taught us about the journey of life. It was a hard lesson, but it wasn’t anything I didn’t understand.
I kept thinking about how he had always been strict but still loved his family. He was one of my biggest heroes in life and the best parent ever.
Dad was a self-taught Mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it.
When he was younger, they played at local dances and on a few occasions played for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he hired him, he never went back.
Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
One of the few times I heard something special was when he played for us together. We three children: Trisha, Monte, and I, George Jr., would often sing along with songs like "The Tennessee Waltz," "Harbor Lights," and "Silver Bells" at Christmas time in our house. The well-known rendition of "Silver Bells" became a staple in the house because it was always so familiar.
"DSilver Bell is my favorite hymn," the father said, holding his hands together as we sang along. We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young and would soon repeat them on our own.
I remember once during lunch when I asked the father about the lesson he had just completed. He replied, "It was really interesting because it taught me about how life flows." He smiled and said, "Thank you, my father. This gift means a lot to me and my family."
I also heard his voice at times when we were traveling together. We would have moments where I could see his hand on the $20 bill in our hands as he gave us directions home.
Dad was still strict but always kept an open mind about learning new things, even if it meant staying away from home for some time.
父爱的英语作文5
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He could not read music and played only on the piano. He told the family that after he auditioned and got hired in a band featuring Patsy Cline as lead singer, he wouldn’t go back.
Dad was a very religious man, stating that there were many things to drink and cursing during the audition but he didn’t want anyone around that environment.
One time, when we played together, I heard something special. We three children: Trisha, Monte, and George Jr., would always sing along with songs like "The Tennessee Waltz," "Harbor Lights," and "Silver Bells" at Christmas time in our house because it was very familiar.
I also remembered hearing my father’s voice when we were traveling together. As the sun rose over the road, I could see his hand on the $20 bill in our hands as he gave us directions home.
Dad remained strict but kept an open mind about learning new things even if it meant staying away from home for some time.
我的父亲是一个对钢琴 players非常擅长的自教手。他不会读乐曲，只能弹奏钢琴。他在 audition时告诉了我们在 hiring 一个有 Patsy Cline 做领唱人 的乐队。当他赢得了一个不错的职位后，他没有回到我们家。
父是宗教人士，他对那些环境感到不满，多次饮酒和斥责。他并不想要任何人在那里。
有一次，当我听到了父亲弹奏钢琴时，我看到他的手在我们的$20 美元钞票上。随着太阳升起，我听到了他的声音。我们常常唱那些熟悉的歌曲， Christmas-time in our house became very familiar.
When I was seven years old,I started primary school.I was young,so my father picked me up from school every day.On the way,I told father everything that happened at school.Father listened carefully and always smiled happily. Sometimes I sang a beautiful song. My sweet and lovely voice gave my father the greatest pride My father is always proud of me. He hopes I will make great progress in my study. Now I have made up my mind to study harder and harder.
Im sure my fathers love will lead me to my success and I will love him forever!
父爱的英语作文10
On the way to Harbin,I felt so sick in the train.When I woke up at midnight,I found my Dad sitting by me with tired eyes.At this very moment,I felt deeply that my Dad was becoming older lookingsat his eyes,I burst into tears. I really wondered how he feels when he returned home,just in the same train,taking 36hours for the long journey.Later on,I called him and asked this question He just said："It doesnt matter—all of you have done a good job.As your father,I am so proud."
The love between family members is precious only when we are parted,maybe.The love between my father and me is clearer,only when it is conducted by a three-thousand-kilometerrailroad line,and only then the bad time when we had some argument between us. These past few years,I felt regret for not understanding my Dad for so long.If only I were a good boy!M y Dadndemotthat I could be very good at studying,never He just hoped that I could live creatively.In my life,he sets a good example for me and teaches me how to study,how to be a good man and how to live in the world!
This is a very well-structured and reflective account of the relationship between a young man and his father.It has few mistakes in word order. But the simple style suits the subject.There is good use of detail in small incidents such as the father carrying the boy on his shoulders and the train journey.
