父爱的英语作文4
It is said that a mothers love of selfless, deep, broad, but the father loves the also is not small.
My father temper is a little irritable, angry is very strict, but sometimes he is very gentle, humor, old and Im kidding; Dad grow tall, long face, a pair of bright eyes.
Dad is very strict to my request, English or at least more than 95 points, whenever see English, returned home dad a inquiry, one heard my English achievement is not ideal, his mood is bad. So, English scores sometimes make me happy, sometimes make me suffer.
Once, when English examination paper hair down, how I want to can score over 95 points, I have a look, I only got 86 points, I cried, I every English exam 90 points, but this is only got 86 points, Im disappointed, at the thought of love home scolded, I am afraid. One time in the past, I was back home, heart pounding, also dare not face dad, I went to my room, but still didnt escape dads critical. Father asked: "daughter, English? I cant say, because I dont know dad hear my grades will be angry." Dad asked again, I cant, I have been said: "I... I... just... 86 points." Dad came over and I am very worried, seemed to jump out of the new pump, but dad said, "daughter, after careful study, got good or bad doesnt matter, the important thing is that you have seriously to learn, so long as the efforts." Dads attitude is I cant catch you at the moment. I want to; daddy not only dont scold me, but the education I, I will study hard, get good grades to repay my father, let my father live each day with a smile.
I for I have a kind and strict father proud.
都说母爱的无私的、深沉的、宽广的，可是，父爱也不是渺小的。
我爸爸脾气有点急躁，生气起来就很严厉，但是他有时很温柔、幽默，老和我开玩笑;爸爸长得高高的，长脸，一对明亮的眼睛。
爸爸对我的要求很严厉，英语成绩至少也得95分以上，每当看到英语成绩时，回家后爸爸一追问，一听到我的英语成绩不理想，他的心情就不好。所以，英语分数有时会让我高兴，有时会让我遭殃。
有一次，当英语试卷发下来时，我多么想分数能在95分数以上，我一看我只考了86分，我哭了起来，我每一次英语都考了90多分，可是，这是只考了86分，我很失望，一想到回家要爱挨骂时，我很害怕。时间一分一秒的过去了，我回到了家，心里砰砰直跳，也不敢面对爸爸，我悄悄走向自己的.房间，可还是没逃过爸爸的火眼金睛。爸爸问：“女儿，英语成绩怎么样?我不敢说，因为我知道爸爸听到我的成绩不好，就要生气了。”爸爸又问了，我没办法，我断断续续的说：“我……我……只考了……86分。”爸爸走过来，我担心极了，新泵的好像要跳出来，可是爸爸说：“女儿，以后要认真学习，考得好坏无所谓，重要的是你有没有认真的对待学习，只要努力就行了。”爸爸的态度是我一时反应不过来。我想;‘爸爸不但不训我，而是教育我，我以后一定会认真学习，取得好成绩来报答爸爸，让爸爸笑着度过每一天。
我为我有一位即慈祥又严格的爸爸而感到自豪。
父爱的英语作文5
My father 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, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play 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 was hired 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.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dads favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didnt lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldnt play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I cant hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I cant play as good". For the family it didnt make any difference that Dad couldnt play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in ones life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldnt have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!