A letter to father 英语作文

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A letter to my father
There are 3 people in my family.My mother , my father and I.I love them very much .Especially my father.My father is a worker. He works very hard.Everyday when he comes home ,he feels very tired ,I really want to help him to do something ,bring him a cup of tea or do some housework.But he said ,no,my dear doughter,you just study hard.That's the way to help me.I just want to say ,dad ,I will study hard ,because I love you very much.希望能帮到你，这是我自己写的。

dear son..孩子….. the day that you see me old and i am already not, have patience and try to understand me … 哪天你看到我日渐老去,身体也渐渐不行,请耐着性子试着了解我…… if i get dirty when eating… if i can not dress… have patience. remember the hours i spent teaching it to you. 如果我吃的脏兮兮,如果我不会穿衣服…… 有耐性一点…… 你记得我曾花多久时间教你这些事吗? if, when i speak to you, i repeat the same things thousand and one times… do not interrupt me… listen to me 如果,当我一再重复述说同样的事情…不要打断我,听我说…. when you were small, i had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you get to sleep… when i do not want to have a shower, neither shame me nor scold me… 你小时候,我必须一遍又一遍的读着同样的故事,直到你静静睡着…….. 当我不想洗澡,不要羞辱我也不要责骂我…… remember when i had to chase you with thousand excuses i invented, in order that you wanted to bath… when you see my ignorance on new technologies… give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile… 你记得小时后我曾编出多少理由,只为了哄你洗澡….. 当你看到我对新科技的无知,给我一点时间,不要挂着嘲弄的微笑看着我 i taught you how to do so many things… to eat good, to dress well… to confront life… 我曾教了你多少事情啊….如何好好的吃,好好的穿… 如何面对你的生命…… when at some moment i lose the memory or the thread of our conversation… let me have the necessary time to remember… and if i cannot do it, do not become nervous… as the most important thing is not my conversation but surely to be with you and to have you listening to me… 如果交谈中我忽然失忆不知所云,给我一点时间回想… 如果我还是无能为力, 请不要紧张….. 对我而言重要的不是对话,而是能跟你在一起,和你的倾听….. if ever i do not want to eat, do not force me. i know well when i need to and when not. 当我不想吃东西时,不要勉强我. 我清楚知道该什么时候进食 when my tired legs do not allow me walk… 当我的腿不听使唤…. … give me your hand… the same way i did when you gave your first steps. 扶我一把…. 如同我曾扶着你踏出你人生的第一步…. and when someday i say to you that i do not want to live any more… that i want to die… do not get angry… some day you will understand… 当哪天我告诉你不想再活下去了….请不要生气…. 总有一天你会了解… try to understand that my age is not lived but survived. 试着了解我已是风烛残年,来日可数. some day you will discover that, despite my mistakes, i always wanted the best thing for you and that i tried to prepare the way for you.. 有一天你会发现,即使我有许多过错,我总是尽我所能要给你最好的… you must not feel sad, angry or impotent for seeing me near you. you must be next to me, try to understand me and to help me as i did it when you started living. help me to walk… help me to end my way with love and patience. i will pay you by a smile and by the immense love i have had always for you. 当我靠近你时不要觉得感伤,生气或无奈 你要紧挨着我,如同我当初帮着你展开人生一样的了解我,帮我…. 扶我一把,用爱跟耐心帮我走完人生… 我将用微笑和我始终不变无边无际的爱来回报你 i love you son… 我爱你孩子 your father 你的父亲

Dear Father, 

 Because of you, I know that no man will save me when I fall. To brush off the dirt, but to stand up again, straight and tall and to keep on moving, even when the palms of your hands are scathed and bloody and your knees are bruised blue, is something that should be taught to all girls of three and four, and again at nine and twelve and seventeen. I have learned from you that no one will be there to protect you, protect yourself, dry your tears, run fast and be brave.

 Dear father, sometimes I feel a crushing aloneness, and I wonder if you feel the same way, too?

 Dear father, I cannot understand all the times that you were not there, but it’s okay now. At my high-school graduation I wore baby blue. I had too much makeup on while we waited in line, alphabetically, to take our seats. I wiped off as much as I could before the ceremony began so that I would feel more like myself. For a moment, I felt like myself. Did you know I got an A in math? No one thought I could do it, and neither did I, but I did. From you I’ve learned to be resilient, to fight. I am learning, too, that all fights are not good fights.

 Dear father, at times my bones ache from the unbearable pain and I can feel my heart tighten, I can feel myself unable to breathe and the panic that shocks my body. These are the times that I am most afraid, but I survive them. I can be fearless. And yet there have been nights when I check to see if your heart is still beating, just as I used to as a little girl. I love you because I am bound to you by blood, even when I am in agony. I will never love a man who does not treat me with respect and kindness, tenderly, his one and only. 

Dear father, when mother took me from doctor to doctor with no resolve and everyday I came home sick from school for months, laying in the backseat of our ’97 navy blue Camry, buildings and trees whirring past and I could only make out shapes and shadows and the blaring horns muted, I was not sick. I was ten years old and missed my father. Remember that scrapbook I made for you on your 50th birthday, so that you wouldn’t forget me? I still have it. I am still terrified of being forgotten. 

Did you know that my favorite colour is blue? My favorite book is a book about blue. 

Dear father, from you I have learned that if a person wants to love you, then let them, and if they hurt you, be strong and stand your ground. People will respect you only if you respect yourself. 

Dear father, for so long I wanted to ask you why, but I am okay now. Some things are better left untold; some things we do not have an answer to. From you I got my temper, and I can be vicious, hurtful, relentless and vile, and afterwards I am afraid of my own body, I cannot recognize myself. I am disgusted with myself. Is that how you feel, too? I am learning to be better, slowly, to treat others the way that I want to be treated, to be kind, to be less angry, because I am really not angry at them. You didn’t teach me this one, but it’s alright, you can’t teach your children everything. Some things they must experience on their own. I’ve learnt many things on my own, and I will remember them always because they were not handed to me. Pain is a great reinforcer of memory.

 Dear father, I don’t blame you, not anymore. I don’t blame myself, too. I forgive you, and I hope that you can forgive me. Without you, I would not be the woman that I am today. I am so strong, I am so incredibly strong. 

Dear father, 
Thank you, and I love you.