父亲的爱英语演讲稿：Father’s Love

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篇1：父亲节英语演讲稿：My Father’s Hands

My father was illiterate. The number of illiterates3) in our country has steadily declined, butif there were only one I would be saddened4), remembering my father and the pain heendured because his hands never learned to write. He started school in the first grade, wherethe remedy for a wrong answer was ten rule r strokes across a stretched palm.

For some reason, shapes, figures and letters just did not fall into the rig ht pattern inside hissix-year-old mind. His father took him out of school after several months and set him to a man’sjob on the farm.

Years later, his wife, with her fourth-grade education, would try to teach him to read. And stilllater I would grasp his big fist between my small hands and awkwardly help him to trace theletters of his name. He submitted5) to the ordeal for a short time, but soon grew restless andwould declare that he had had enough.

One night, when he thought no one saw, he slipped away with my second grade reader andlabored over the words until they became too difficult. He pressed his forehead into the pagesand wept. Thereafter, no amount of persuading could bring him to sit with pen and paper. Hedid still like to listen to my mother, and then to me, read to him. He especially enjoyedlistening to us read to him from the Bible.

My father was forced to let the bank take possession of most of the acreage6) of his farmlandone year when a crop failure meant he couldn’t make the mortgage7) payment. He was ableto keep one acre of the farmland where the small farm house was located.

From the farm to road building and later to factory work, his hands served him well. His mindwas keen, and his will to work was unsurpassed. His enthusiasm and efficiency brought anoffer to become a line boss--until he was handed the qualification test.

Years later, when Mother died, I tried to get him to come and live with my family, but heinsisted on staying in the small house with the garden plot and a few farm animals close by.His health began to fail, and he was in and out of the hospital with two mild heart attacks. OldDoc Green saw him weekly and gave him medication, including nitroglycerin8) tablets to putunder h is tongue should he feel an attack coming on.

My last fond memory of Dad was watching as he walked across the brow of a hillside meadowwith those big warm hands resting on the shoulders of my two children. He stopped to point outa pond where he and I had fished years before. The night, my family an d I flew back to ourown home. Three weeks later Dad was dead because of a heart attack.

I returned to my father’s home for the funeral. Doc Green told me how sorry he was. In fact, hewas bothered a bit, because he had just written Dad a new prescription, and the druggist9)had filled it. Yet the bottle of pills had not been found on Dad’s person. Doc Green felt that apill might have kept him alive long enough to summon help.

I went out to Dad’s garden plot where a neighbor had found him. In grief, I stooped to t racemy fingers in the earth where he had reached the end of his life. My hand came to rest on ahalf-buried brick, which I aimlessly lifted. I noticed underneath it the twisted and battered, yetunbroken, container that had been beaten into the soft earth.

As I held the container of pills, the scene of Dad struggling to remove the cap and indesperation trying to break it with the brick flashed painfully before my eyes. With deepanguish I knew why those big hands had lost in their struggle with death. For there, imprintedon the cap, were the words：“Child-proof cap--Push down and twist to unlock. ”

The druggist later confirmed that he had just started using the new safety caps.

I knew it was not a rational act, but I went right downtown and bought a leather-boundpocket dictionary and a gold pen set. I bade Dad good-bye by placing them in those big hands,once so warm, which had lived so well, but had never learned to write.

篇2：父亲节英语演讲稿：My Father’s Hands

His hands were rough and exceedingly1) strong. He could gently prune2) a fruit tree orfirmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. What I remember most is the special warmthfrom those hands as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of ablue hawk, or a rabbit asleep in its lair. They were good hands that served him well and failedhim in only one thing. They never learned to write.

篇3：父亲的爱英语演讲稿：Father’s Love

There is a saying that goes that if the mother's love is like sunshine that makes you feel the considerate care,relatively speaking,the father's love is like wind,which is invisible,but haunts you forever.

whenever I talk of my father,my eyes are full of tears.I even have no idea why I am so excited, maybe because of ties of love.

when I was little,I was fearful to stay with him.He was so strict with me that he often scolded me because of my wrongdoings.Gradually,there was a gap between him and me.Every time when I ran into some difficults,I asked for mother or others for help.I didn't want to communicate with him.Also he just sat on the sofa,watching TV,regardless of my feelings.It seemed that we were strangers just living under the same roof.

Life is not a bed of roses.Afterwards,he lost his job.In order to support our family,he left home and worked outside the hometown.I was gleeful then because I was reluctant to get along with him any more.Everything seemed to go well.Later,he rang me saying that I needed to take care of myself and study hard in preparation for the future.Besides,he expressed his sorry that he couldn't stay with me and care about me in person.In a flash,I was deeply touched by his words.It occured to me that my father loved me all the time just in another way that was different from the mother's.

The time went on.In face of the entrance examination,I was under great stress.Without consideration,my father came back.He felt that it's his responsibility to stand together with me to fight for the future.Every morning,he got up earlier than me only to prepare breakfast for me.Every night ,he talked with me to ease stressful feelings.At the same time,he tried to create an atmosphere where I was not lonely and helpless.Tough as it was,I still determined to stick it out,not only for myself,but for my father.Though the result didn't satisfy me,he was content with it,saying it was enough.

I appreciate all that my father has done for me.

My father is a common person,but his love is great.My dear father, happy father’s day!

篇4：父亲的爱英语演讲稿：Father’s Love

People say that father’s love likes a mountain: heavy and silent. It’s heavy because he puts all his love to us and it’s silent because he does not know how to express. Faced his love, we accept it silently without saying a word to show our appreciation.

Before I was going to senior school, my father had never said a word to show his love to me, so that I thought he did not love me very much and sometimes I was upset about it. However, when I left home for senior school, he called me frequently and just asked me some simple questions like: how’s your study and life? When do you come home? or something like that. Gradually, I realize that he misses me although he would never say it out. So this is father’s love, not so obvious but definitely deep.

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