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　　父愛

　　父愛如山，高大而雄偉;父愛如水，清澈而甘甜;父愛如火，熱情而嚴(yán)厲。在我們的生活中，父愛不如母愛偉大，他渺小而平常;父愛不如母愛深刻，它淺淺的在生活中印下一道痕;父愛不如母愛美麗，它撒在生活中的點(diǎn)點(diǎn)滴滴。

　　那一個(gè)早晨，北風(fēng)瘋狂的呼嘯著，。以迅雷不及掩耳之勢打翻了天上盛烏云的瓶子。我早早就準(zhǔn)備好去學(xué)校報(bào)名一切，看著窗外的天氣不由愁眉苦臉，父親見了，大手一揮，說道："別愁，爸爸帶你去!"我頓時(shí)欣喜得一蹦三尺高。

　　父親帶我走進(jìn)停車場，我的心情就像是突然從高山上摔進(jìn)了萬丈深淵。只見父親跨上一輛破舊古老的自行車，自行車上鐵跡斑斑，輪子上染滿了腐爛的污泥，散發(fā)出一陣陣難聞的臭味。我不請不愿的坐在后座，兩只腳小心的盡量避開污泥。自行車前行起來就如他的外表一樣，慢吞吞地前挪著。風(fēng)怒吼著帶來陣陣涼意。我心想，這次一定會(huì)遲到了，真糟糕!早知道就不坐這輛車了!父親的聲音突然重頭頂傳來："孩子，冷嗎?"我一怔，抬頭正想回答，卻看見了父親，他只穿著一件長T恤，赤裸的胳膊暴露在寒風(fēng)中瑟瑟發(fā)抖。我呆了好一會(huì)，愧疚的淚水盈出眼眶。我顫聲問著父親："爸，你怎么只穿一件襯衣?不冷么?""爸爸不冷!"父親在我前方，堅(jiān)定的語氣帶著絲絲溫柔，久久久久的回蕩在天地之間。

　　"父親不冷!"這句話，是不是父愛?是!!父愛又是什么?父愛就是那自行車，父愛就是那T恤，父愛就是那句"爸爸不冷!"，心，在寒風(fēng)中像是有一團(tuán)火在燃燒著……

　　我和我父親我的父親是個(gè)酷愛養(yǎng)花的人，廠里叔叔們都喊他“老花迷”。我大概受父親的影響，也愛上了養(yǎng)花，被父親廠里的叔叔叫做“小花迷”。

　　去年父親廠里新建了花房，沒有買到什么好花，廠領(lǐng)導(dǎo)就建議職工從家里把花拿到廠里，愿意送就送，愿意賣就賣。父親聽了這個(gè)建議，回家就同我商量。我說：“那咱們賣哪一盆呢?”父親神秘地說：“你猜猜。”我伸手指了一盆吊蘭，父親搖搖頭，我又指了盆牡丹，父親又搖搖頭……我一連指了十幾盆，父親還是一個(gè)勁地?fù)u頭。這下我可沒這么大的耐心了。“到底賣哪一盆呀?”父親笑了一下沒有說話，只是用手指了指含苞待放的扶桑。

　　我一看心里一驚。這盆扶桑可是我和父親的掌上明珠，怎么能賣給廠里呢?父親不會(huì)開玩笑吧?我急忙問：“您真的要賣掉扶桑?”父親說：“要賣，我就不賣這盆了。”我聽了頓時(shí)大吃一驚：“什么!你想送給廠里?不!我不給!”父親聽了說：“這盆花放在家里只能供我們一家人觀賞，要是放在廠里，那全體職工在休息的時(shí)候都可以觀賞了。”聽了父親的話，我沒吱聲，我知道父親是個(gè)愛廠如家的人，只好勉強(qiáng)同意了。

　　一晃兩個(gè)星期過去了，一天下午父親對我說：“明天我們廠舉辦花展，歡迎你去參觀。”一聽這話，又勾起了我思念扶桑之情，便沒有說話。父親說：“你一定要去，會(huì)上還要給你戴紅花呢!”“什么?給我戴紅花?”我驚訝地瞪大了眼睛。父親笑著說：“明天你就知道了。”

　　第二天下午，我?guī)е鴨柼?hào)隨父親來到廠里。我們剛坐下，就聽大會(huì)主席宣布：“就是這兩位花迷，把他們培育十幾年的扶桑，在要開花的時(shí)候送給了廠里。”我聽了，臉羞得通紅。我和父親戴著大紅花站在主席臺(tái)上，在那邊的窗下放著盛開的扶桑。它在陽光下顯得那么紅，那么艷。

　　頓時(shí)，我覺得自己胸前的花遠(yuǎn)沒有父親胸前的那朵可愛。我羞得無地自容，暗想：我一定要向父親學(xué)習(xí)，讓我胸前這朵花更紅、更艷。

　　英文翻譯

　　Father's love

　　Father as a mountain, tall and majestic; fatherly love water, clear and sweet; father fiery, passionate and severe. In our lives, not as good as maternal great father, he was small and ordinary; fatherly motherly love is better profound, it marks a shallow life in India under; fatherly motherly love as good as beautiful, it spread in life bit by bit .

　　That morning, the north wind whistling crazy. With lightning speed spilled bottle clouds filled the sky. I am ready to go early on school enrollment all, looking out the weather could not help grimacing, his father saw him, waved his hand and said: "! Do not worry, Dad take you." I immediately jumped three feet high with delight.

　　My father took me into the parking lot, I feel like a suddenly from the mountains fall into the abyss. I saw my father step onto a dilapidated old bike, iron stains on the bike track, the wheels stained rotting sludge, emitting waves of unpleasant odor. I do not ask do not want to sit in the back seat, feet carefully try to avoid the sludge. Bike up front as he looks the same as before slowly move forward. Bursts of roaring wind brought coolness. I thought to myself, this will be late, too bad! Zaozhidaojiu do not take the car up! Father's voice suddenly heavy head came: "My child, cold?" I hesitated, looked about to answer, but saw his father, he was wearing only a long T-shirt, bare arms exposed shivering in the cold. I stayed for a while, tears of guilt surplus of eyes. I warble asked his father: "Dad, you how cold it is not wearing a shirt??" "Dad is not cold," my father in front of a firm tone with a hint of tenderness, a long long time echoed in heaven and earth! Room.

　　"Father is not cold!" This sentence is not the father? Yes! ! What the father is? Father is that bike, fatherly love is that T-shirt, the father is the phrase "Daddy is not cold!", The heart, in the cold seemed to have a fire in the burning ......

　　I and my father my father was a man fond of gardening, factory uncles call him "old flower fans." I probably influenced by his father, also fell in love with the flowers, the factory his father's uncle called the "flower fan."

　　Last year, the factory built a greenhouse father, did not buy any good flower, plant leaders on proposals of the employees to get from home to spend the factory, willing to send send willing to sell, sell. Father listened to this advice, go home with me to discuss. I said: "That's what we sell pot of it?" The father mysteriously said:. "Can you guess," I mean a pot of Chlorophytum hand, his father shook his head, I mean a bowl peony, my father shook his head ...... row refers to a dozen pots, father or he kept shaking his head. This time I did not so much patience. "Which in the end selling pot it?" Father smiled and did not speak, just pointing bud hibiscus.

　　I was surprised to see. This basin Fuso, but my father's favorite, how the factory can sell it? Father does not kidding? I quickly asked: "Do you really want to sell Fuso?" My father said:. "Sell, I do not sell this basin," I listened to suddenly surprised:!?! "What do you want to give me the factory does not ! Give 'father listened, said: "This flower can only be at home for our family to watch, and if in the factory, and that all workers in the rest of the time you can watch the" listened to his father, I said nothing. I know my father was a loving plants such as home, reluctantly agreed.

　　Fast forward two weeks later, one afternoon my father said to me: "Tomorrow, we plant flower show organized, you are welcome to visit." Hearing this, they brought back my thoughts of love hibiscus, he did not speak. My father said: "You must go, it was going to make you wear a red flower it!" "What to me to wear saffron" I stared in surprise??. Father smiled and said:. "Tomorrow you will know."

　　The next afternoon, I went to the factory with his father with a question mark. We just sit down, heard the President of the General Assembly declared: "It took two fans, nurture them ten years hibiscus, flowering in time to give the factory." I listened, his face flushed with shame. My father and I stood on the podium wearing a big red flower, in the side of the window stood a blooming hibiscus. It seemed so red in the sun, so brilliant.

　　Suddenly, I felt his chest spend far tis lovely father chest. I shame shame, thought: I must be accountable to his father to learn, let me chest flower more red, more brilliant.