【关于父亲节英语作文】
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篇一：祝**节快乐！
Dear Dad，
Today I was at the shopping *ll and I spent a lot of time reading the Father’s Day cards. They all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how I feel about you. Yet as I selected and read, and selected and read again, it occurred to me that not a single card said what I really want to say to you.
You’ll soon be 84 years old, Dad, and you and I will have had 55 Father’s Days together. I haven’t always been with you on Father’s Day nor have I been with you for all of your birthdays. It wasn’t bec*se I didn’t want to be with you. I’ve always been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.
You know, Dad, there was a time when we were not only separated by the generation gap but completely pola*zed by it. You stood on one side of the Great Divide and I on the other, father and d*ghter split apart by age and expe*ence, opinions, hairstyles, co*eti*, clothing, curfews, music, and boys.
The Father-D*ghter Duel of ’54 shifted into high gear when you t*ght me to d*ve the old Dodge and I decided I would d*ve the ‘54 Chevy whether you liked it or not. The police officer who escorted me home after you reported the Chevy stolen late one *ning was too young to understand father-d*ghter politi* and too old to have much tolerance for a snotty 16 year old. You were so decent about it, Dad, and I think that was p*bably what *de it the worst night of my life.
篇二：Father’s Day
When I was five, my biological father committed *. It left me feeling as though I"d done something w*ng; that if I had been better somehow, *ybe he"d have stayed a*und. My mother re*r*ed shortly thereafter, and this *n was my dad until I was nine*. I called him Dad and used his name all th*ugh school. But, when he and my mother porced, he just walked away. Once again, I wondered what was w*ng with me that I couldn"t keep a father.
Mother re*r*ed again, and Bob was a wonderful, kind *n. I was *enty now and no longer living at home, but I felt a great love and attachment for him. A few years later my mother was dia*osed with cancer and was not given long to live. Shortly before she *d, Bob came over to my house alone one day. We talked about a lot of things, and then he told me that he wanted me to know that he"d always be there for me, *n after Mother was gone. Then he asked if he could adopt me.
I could hardly beli* my ears. Tears streamed down my face. He wanted me - me! This *n had no obligation to me, but he was reaching out f*m his heart, and I accepted. Du*ng the adoption p*ceedings, the judge commented on all the undesirable duties of his p*fession and then with a tear in his eye, thanked us for b*ghtening his day as he p*nounced us father and d*ghter. I was *enty-five, but I was his little girl.
Three short years later, Bob, too, was dia*osed with cancer and was gone within the year. At first I was hurt and angry at God for taking this father away too. But *ntually the love and acceptance that I felt f*m Dad came th*ugh again, and I became, once *, grateful for the years we had.
On Father"s Day I always reflect on what I"ve learned about fatherhood. I"ve learned that it is not dependent on biology or *n on raising a child. Fatherhood is a *tter of the heart. Bob"s gift f*m the heart will warm my soul for eternity.
篇三：孩子与父母**良好关系是怎样*?What is a good parent-children relationship?
A good parent-children relationship should be set up on the basis mutual understanding and respect. Parents can not impose their ideas on their children. They should treat their children as independent inpidual. It is advisable for the parents to learn to listen to children’s ideas and encourage them to think on their own rather than decide *rything for the children. On the other hand, children should listen to their parents’ advice for they’re * expe*enced. Try to be understanding when there is disagreement with parents. Always keep one thing in min---what*r they do comes f*m their love for us. It is necessary children to exchange ideas with parents f*m time to time so that the gap be*een parents and children will be nar*wed.
