In May, enter just now summer, weather is so torrid that weather bake the sun perspire come, also warm my heart gave a deep brand.
五月，方才入夏，天气炎热得将太阳烤出汗来，也将我的心烫出了一道深深的烙印。
Firm past before long lunar take an examination ofing, my suffer a disastrous decline, drop the abyss that issued iciness. I am helpless, my tired out, how is I do not know good. Sweat will be aspersed in the brandish in torrid weather in May, ought run between green careless safflower, smile ought be shown below blue sky white cloud, because of this arise suddenly suffer a defeat and abreaction, I am keeping tear secretly, do not know how to should face classmate and family.
刚过去不久的月考，我一落千丈，跌下了冰冷的深渊。我无助，我困顿，我不知如何是好。五月本该在炎热的天气中挥洒汗水，本该在绿草红花间奔跑，本该在蓝天白云下展露笑容，都因这突如其来的失利而消散，我偷偷留着眼泪，不知该如何面对同学和家人。
Father is after the grade that receives me, turned a company for a short while all conferences and groom, ticket the same night changing a label hurrieds back from Shanghai.
父亲在接到我的成绩后，第一时间就推掉了公司所有的会议与培训，将车票改签连夜从上海赶回。
When late lose one's mind of my Zhou Wu when returning the home, I see the gaunt sign below father night, he sees I come back with respect to break down the phone with the colleague, go to ask about to me slowly: “ son, not bad? ” gave me a warm hug, conveniently filled in a letter. My terrified lived, look up see him, his whats do not say, just shake shake one's hand in disapproval pats the shoulder that pats me, went away next.
当我周五晚失魂落魄的回到家时，我望见父亲黑夜下瘦削的影子，他一见到我回来就中止了与同事的电话，慢慢地向我走来问到：“儿子，还好吗？”并给了我一个温暖的拥抱，顺手塞了一封信。我怔住了，抬头看看他，他什么都不说，只是摇摇手拍拍我的肩，然后便走开了。
Upstairs return oneself room, I spread out this a letter from home gently, of greet is familiar black font. Handwriting carefully and nearly, it is serious ground apparently, brushstroke write down. A letter from home of two pages, begin very insipid, say: “ father understands you, my the first reaction after receiving grade is to think ground of too impatient to wait embraces you, give you a warmth comfort, old father tells you, because bad and achievement is abate,parental love is not met, contrary, we can offer you more helps go turning over ” of this one side. Coda also also is like this, say: I believe “ you, your behoove believes him still can ceaseless forward, ceaseless up. I restrain ” hard, ceaseless and lachrymal, father is like is to hear, open the door come in, hug closely I, delivering different warmth. This is common, a letter from home with fugacious for no reason, the ink add details to a painting that also is black is on the white paper of tile, make me ineffable however touch, because the warmth of that arise suddenly cherishs,be not only, more because it woke up me,remember to the warmth of a letter from home.
回到楼上自己的房间，我轻轻地展开这份家书，映入眼帘的是熟悉的黑色字体。字迹工整，很明显是认真地，一笔一下的写下的。两页的家书，开头便很平淡，说：“爸爸理解你，接到成绩后我的第一反应是想迫不及待地拥抱你，给你一个温暖的安慰，老爸告诉你，父母的爱并不会因为成绩不好而减弱，相反，我们会给予你更多的帮助去翻过这一面”。结尾也亦如此，说：“我相信你，你理应相信自己仍能不断向前，不断向上。”我难以抑制，不断啜泣，父亲似是听见了，开门进来，紧紧地搂住我，传递着不一样的温暖。这是一封普通的、平白无常的家书，也是黑色的墨水点染在平铺的白纸上，却使我莫名感动，不仅是因为那突如其来的温暖怀抱，更因为它唤醒了我对家书的温馨记忆。
Father's first a letter from home is the hope with one ardent paper. I was born in Feburary, be worth the Spring Festival, full moon when spring of as it happens in March. Although southern spring is not spring chill chilly, also have bit of sign that Yu Han did not come loose however, the carambola tree before the door is returned not result, however already because of leaf green meaning is abundant, I got the first a letter from home in life in a such vibrant composition days. Mom tells me, father writes on my full moon autograph book: “ hopes my son becomes a person that has contribution to the society in the future. ” word is not much, group, can see the feeling that interweaves among them then dimly however, what person father is first is happy, to him son sacred fire, or it is infinite expectation jumbly together, turned me into the guide of the life.
父亲最初的家书是一纸殷切的希望。我生在二月，正值春节，满月之时便正好阳春三月。南方的春天虽不是春寒料峭，却也有点余寒未散的迹象，家门前的杨桃树还未结果，却早已因叶子而绿意盎然，我就在这样一个生机勃勃的作文日子里得到了人生中的第一封家书。妈妈告诉我，父亲在我的满月纪念册上写道：“希望我的儿子将来成为一位对社会有贡献的人。”字不多，一行，却能依稀看出那其中交织的情感，初为人父的喜悦，对自己儿子真挚的爱，又或是无限的期待混杂在一起，变成了我生活的路标。
Father kept me a letter from home that makes me impressive most on Feburary 6, 2017. That day is the coldest day in the end of the year, but that a letter from home was like burner to burn my heart. Father writes in the letter: “ son, tomorrow is final of tournament of Fosan city teenage soccer, not flurried, do not have pressure, had made technical motion, be certain oneself, insisted to train so long have results surely, father believes you can take this champion certainly. If meet day of overcast and rainy, good pants must be worn after the match ends, lest frostbite, congratulate beforehand birthday is happy on Feburary 7. ” yes, feburary 7 is my birthday, father is in a letter from home that sturdy wish, filled my self-confident heart, let me move toward field without dread ground.
最令我印象深刻的家书是父亲在2017年2月6日写给我的。那天是年关中最寒冷的一天，但那封家书似火炉燃烧了我的心。父亲在信中写道：“儿子，明天是佛山市青少年足球锦标赛决赛，不要慌张，不要有压力，把技术动作做好，坚信自己，坚持训练了那么久必有收获，爸爸相信你们一定会拿到这个冠军。若是逢阴雨天，比赛结束后一定要穿好长裤，以免冻伤，预祝2月7日生日快乐。”是的，2月7日是我的生日，父亲在家书中那坚定的祝愿，撑起了我的自信心，让我无惧地走向球场。
My meantime did not take a heart too, of “ inopportune ” is, everything is in father is expected, we hold the cup that has championship in both hands in the rain of chilly. Father is agitato congratulates me first, see I do not wear pants again, ignore careless field muddy, run to the front of knapsack to take out a trousers to throw me, roaring to let me put on, take towel again, serious ground wipes my hair, he is catching towel carefully, get on my hair carefully each drip erasure, after wiping, embrace me again with strong hand again, we are indifferent together celebrate.
我其时没太留心，“不巧”的是，一切都在父亲意料之中，我们在清冷的雨中捧起冠军的奖杯。父亲先是兴奋地祝贺我，又见我不穿长裤，不顾草场泥泞，跑到背包前抽出条长裤扔给我，吼叫着让我穿上，又拿来毛巾，认真地将我头发擦干，他仔细地抓着毛巾，小心地将我头发上每一滴水珠抹掉，擦干后，又用有力的手再次拥抱我，我们一起忘情的庆祝。
From small fold to a letter from home of old father rise, what about has a novel is thick. Still remember a word of Mr Fu Lei: I think “ momently, everywhere becomes an alarm bell to you, be in no matter be an upright person, in the detail of the life, in artistic cultural respect. ”
自小到大父亲的家书叠起来，约莫有一本小说之厚。犹记傅雷先生的一句话：“我想时时刻刻，随处给你做个警钟，不论在做人，在生活的细节，在艺术的修养方面。”
At me character, each a letter from home of father is a story. Father's a letter from home although not as good as the poetic flavour that Mr Fu Lei writes, also be short and strong however, the warm meaning that makes the person feels its midstream drips, a letter from home with those differ accident is telling different story, far apart, speak out freely, but also the thing that I cannot find church in a lot of classroom, make no matter my life walks along where, meet those who one is called ” of “ a letter from home to point to guide, in promoting my heart the harbour that sends a warmth with warm tide.
于我而言，父亲的每一封家书便是一个故事。父亲的家书虽不及傅雷先生写的诗意，却也是短促有力，使人感到其中流淌的暖意，那些长短不一的家书都诉说着不同的故事，天南地北、畅所欲言，但也教会我许多课堂中找不到的东西，使我的生活无论走到何处，都会有一个名叫“家书”的指路标，用温暖的浪潮将我的心推送到一个温暖的港湾中。(文/李宜霖)