有關(guān)父親節(jié)的英語作文

　　父親就是我們身邊最堅(jiān)強(qiáng)的后盾，無論多大的風(fēng)雨都可以為我們?nèi)?。下面是小編為大家整理的父親節(jié)英語作文，希望對你有所幫助。

　　A gentle man--my father

　　Every person has a father , and everyone thinks that his/her father is the best father in the world , so do I.

　　My father is of middle height . He has big eyes , the same as me . He has short hair , looking more gently . I believe my father is a talented man . He is decisive and efficient in doing things .By his own talents and efforts , he has secured for the family a good social position and a comparatively rich life . He usually educates me that the person must to be honest , friendly to other ,and working diligently.

　　This is my father . I Love him forever !

　　A Present for Father’s Day

　　Last Sunday, I went to an English-study report. A little girl and her father sat behind me. They were discussing the meaning of an English word shown on the screen. On hearing their conversation, I recalled my happy childhood with my father.

　　As a small child, I was blessed with the dear father who is profound and patient. He often taught me some English words at the time, which made me become interested in English. Consequently when I went to primary school, English became my favorite subject. Moreover I still remember that everyday dad recorded a TV programme we both liked very much on video for me, and then we watched it together at lunchtime. It was an interesting programme, which told historical legend.Also in summer vacation, dad took me into the library of the university where we lived frequently, in which I’ve read almost all the ancient Chinese myths. And dad worked on extensive academic books at the same time. During term time, mother and I sometimes accompanied dad in his office till a late hour. From then on I understood that dad worked with great effort. There’re still too many precious memories for me to list here, which I’ll cherish in my heart.

　　However, when I became a teenager, I got capricious. I feel regretful and apologetic about all the things I did that made dad felt unpleasant.

　　Times flies and I’m twenty now. As I’m growing older, I realize that the most outstanding person is right by my side—my dad. And I become different myself. I'm now a grown-up who knows one should be independent. I have my own goal in life. Therefore I’ll exert myself so as to become versatile. Dad is aging gradually. Unfortunately, he is suffering from heart attack every now and then and he toils away over his work. I hope that he may get support from me just like what I did from him before. In my belief, every period of one’s life has its splendor, so does old age. Thus, as I have diverse opportunities after graduate, dad also has a colorful future. As far as I concerned, dad has a brilliant mind and will succeed in everything he wants to. What’s more, he has such an excellent daughter—at least will be excellent in future—who will advocate him permanently.

　　Therefore, dad, forget all about the illnesses and unhappiness, since there are so many nice things waiting for you to enjoy. And the first is the Father’s Day.

　　Father’s Day

　　When I was five, my biological father committed suicide. It left me feeling as though I'd done something wrong; that if I had been better somehow, maybe he'd have stayed around. My mother remarried shortly thereafter, and this man was my dad until I was nineteen. I called him Dad and used his name all through school. But, when he and my mother divorced, he just walked away. Once again, I wondered what was wrong with me that I couldn't keep a father.

　　Mother remarried again, and Bob was a wonderful, kind man. I was twenty now and no longer living at home, but I felt a great love and attachment for him. A few years later my mother was diagnosed with cancer and was not given long to live. Shortly before she died, 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, even after Mother was gone. Then he asked if he could adopt me.

　　I could hardly believe my ears. Tears streamed down my face. He wanted me - me! This man had no obligation to me, but he was reaching out from his heart, and I accepted. During the adoption proceedings, the judge commented on all the undesirable duties of his profession and then with a tear in his eye, thanked us for brightening his day as he pronounced us father and daughter. I was twenty-five, but I was his little girl.

　　Three short years later, Bob, too, was diagnosed with cancer and was gone within the year. At first I was hurt and angry at God for taking this father away too. But eventually the love and acceptance that I felt from Dad came through again, and I became, once more, 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 even on raising a child. Fatherhood is a matter of the heart. Bob's gift from the heart will warm my soul for eternity.