Someone says, father love is a hill, then I say, father is an a the grass of one individual plant on this hill, stone, brook; Someone says, father love is a building, then I say, father loves even if a mud of a brick in this building, one star, tile; Someone says, father love is a day, then I say, father maintains the spiritual prop of a half the sky then namely.
有人说，父爱是一座山，那我说，父亲就是这山上的一株草、一块石、一条溪；有人说，父爱是一栋楼，那我说，父爱就是这栋楼里的一块砖、一星泥、一片瓦；有人说，父爱是一片天，那我说，父亲就是那撑起半边天的精神支柱。
My father is deal, he is quite busy, very few meeting is in charge of me. But it is a such “ the father of irresponsible ” , let me be touched very however.
我的父亲是做生意的，他挺忙的，很少会管我。但就是这样一个“不负责任”的父亲，却让我十分感动。
When I spend birthday 10 years old, I received the gift with an unforgettable eternal life. That day in the morning, after I get up, resemble arranging bed in that way as one used to do, discover bedside has a piece of paper, with father the scrawl remembered a few words shortly above:
在我过十岁生日的时候，我收到了一份永生难忘的礼物。那天早晨，我起床后像往常那样整理床铺，发现枕边有一张纸，上面用父亲潦草的笔迹短短地记了几句话：
Son, birthday joy. Father loves you forever!
儿子，生日快乐。爸爸永远爱你！
I thought of father at ordinary times although very busy, but total meeting takes out time to accompany accompany me. For the bread of our family, father everyday work from dawn to night, raise the home to paper a mouth. In former days pitch-black and sleek hair becomes grey, clean face becomes slightly some hang down big-eared, I grew a few white beard to father discovers unexpectedly when father builds a quilt. Before sleeping in the evening everyday, father always can come my room and my line good night, the old hand that still can use affection pats the shoulder that pats me, and everyday in the morning, father can wake me up early again. . . . . . Think of this, I can't help nose one acid, tear blurred my double eye.
我想到了父亲平时虽然很忙，但总会抽出时间去陪陪我。为了我们一家人的生计，父亲每天起早贪黑，养家糊口。昔日乌黑油亮的头发变得花白了，干净的脸变得微微有些垂耷，我为父亲盖被子时竟发现父亲长出了几根白胡子。每天晚上睡前，父亲总会来我的房间和我道晚安，还会用慈爱的大手拍拍我的肩膀，而每天早晨，父亲又会早早地叫醒我......想到这，我不由得鼻子一酸，泪水模糊了我的双眼。
Although my father is fond of me, but very severe to my certainly, have a thing I also do not forget forever.
我的父亲虽然疼我，但是对我管教很严，有一件事我永远也忘不了。
In one's childhood, I like do exercises in composition very much. Once, I wrote a composition, I hold very big hope to this composition, hope from the mother there get a few praise, just as one would expect, mother to me this article evaluates extremely tall: “ ! Is this you really those who write? Ah! You are written too well! My son is really fierce! This composition is really extremely marvellous! ” my some modesty and nod haughtily. I am copied with brilliant script again, be full of hope ground to hand father looks, he is low careful ground read the head to rise, although have 3 two short nature only paragraph, he read ten minutes however. After be being read, he says gravely to me: “ you what sodden composition is this? Too poor! Revise afresh! ” mother comes out and father is academic, still be in when them vexed when, I am hanging low first, take a room sadly, immerse oneself in revise rise. Arrive as a child big, I do what thing father to meet me to look for the defect of one caboodle, I know, father is good for me then.
小时候，我很喜欢习作。有一次，我写了一篇作文，我对这篇作文抱有很大的信心，希望从母亲那儿得到一些表扬，果不其然，母亲对我这篇文章评价极高：“哦！这真的是你写的吗？呀！你写得太好了！我儿子真厉害！这篇作文真是棒极了！”我有些谦虚而又骄傲地点点头。我又用漂亮的字体抄出来，满怀希望地递给爸爸看，他低下头仔细地读了起来，虽然只有短短的两三个自然段，他却读了十几分钟。读完后，他严肃地对我说：“你这是什么烂作文？太差了！重新修改！”母亲出来和父亲理论，当他们还在争论不休时，我低垂着头，伤心地走回房间，埋头修改起来。从小到大，我干什么事父亲都会给我找一堆的毛病，我知道，父亲那都是为我好。
Father love is a kind of spirit, make we burst into tears; Father love is a kind of force, let our confidence times add; Father love is a kind of character, take us to stroll life. Want us to be experienced attentively only, that deep father love can be found in every each corner in the life, detail.
父爱是一种精神，使我们泪流满面；父爱是一种力量，让我们信心倍增；父爱是一种人格，带我们信步人生。只要我们用心去感受，就会在生活的每一个角落、每个细节里找到那深深的父爱。