父親節英語演講稿
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Many years ago, a baby boy came into this world. But unfortunately, he didn't come with a cry, which was a big problem from the medical point of view. The doctor, tough and quick, turned the baby upside down and slapped his bottom sharply. The baby cried, and he survived. At that moment, the father yelled at the doctor, "Why did you hit my baby?" He did not realize that the doctor had saved the baby's life. The baby cried and cried, and the father smiled and silently cried as well. He held the baby in his arms and did not allow the doctor to touch the baby anymore...
很多年前，一個男嬰來到了這個世界。但遺憾的是他沒有“呱呱落地”，從醫學角度來說，這是一個很大的問題!好在醫生現場反應很快，也很強悍，一下子把男嬰倒提起來，對著屁股一陣狂打。男嬰終於哭了，脫離了生命危險。當時在場的孩子父親不幹了，對著醫生吼道，“你為什麼打我的孩子啊?”他並沒有意識到醫生救了這孩子的命。男嬰不停地哭，這位父親面帶微笑，高興地默默流淚。他緊緊地把嬰兒抱在懷裡，再也沒有讓醫生碰一下這個孩子……
Contest chair, ladies and gentlemen, that baby was me, and that man was my dad. Whenever my mom told people this story, I would always laugh aloud, and my dad would just shake his head and smile quietly.
大會主持人，女士們先生們，那個嬰兒就是我，那個男的就是我老爸。每當媽告訴別人這個故事時，我總會放聲大笑，而老爸則會一邊搖頭一邊默默地微笑。
Dad never tried to hug or kiss me when I was a child. And of course, he never said "I love you" to me, either. Maybe it's a Chinese cultural thing, or maybe that's the way my dad was. But whenever I felt defeated, sad or lonely, dad was always there. Dad was a man of few words, but I always liked to talk to him, and I could always feel a very special connection to him.
我小的時候爸從來不抱我，從來不親我，當然他也從來不說“我愛你”這三個字。也許這是中國文化的問題，也許爸就是這種人。但每當我受挫、傷心或孤獨無助時，爸總會在默默地關心我。老爸話不多，但我總喜歡有什麼話都給他說，同是我也總是能感到和老爸之間那種無法言喻的特殊關係。
As I got older, I had a huge crush on a girl. She was tall and beautiful, with long hair. One day, I walked up to her and blurted out, "you are so beautiful baby. I love you so much. Please be my wife!" She was afraid and ran away with tears in her eyes. She told my teacher, and my teacher was so angry that she made me stay after school, and called my dad to take me home. My first love was over, and that year I was 7 years old.
等我大一些的時候我瘋狂愛上了一個女孩子。她又高又漂亮，還有一頭長髮。終於有一天，我忍不住了，走到她面前，很快地說道，“親愛的，你太漂亮了!我太愛你了!做我老婆吧!”沒想到她嚇壞了，抹著眼淚跑掉了，然後就告訴了老師。老師當時非常生氣，放學後沒讓我回家，並給老爸打電話，讓他過來領人。我的初戀就這樣夭折了，那年我七歲……
On the way home, dad was very quiet. It seemed that nothing had happened. Finally I broke the silence and asked him, "Daddy, did I do something wrong?" Dad paused for a while as he always did and said quietly, " Son, you did nothing wrong, except that it's too early for you to pursue girls." "Daddy, do you think I could marry a tall and beautiful girl with long hair when I grow up?" I asked. Dad gave me one of his rare laughs and said, "Of course you can. You are so handsome! Just like your handsome father." For the first time, I realized that dad had a sense of humor, although he was always quiet.
回家路上老爸非常沉默，好像什麼事都沒發生。最後我打破了沉默，問道，“爸爸，我做錯什麼了嗎?”和往常一樣，老爸沉默了一下，輕輕地說到，“兒子，你沒做錯什麼，只是你這個年齡追女孩子有點早。”“爸爸，你覺得我長大能娶一個又高又漂亮，頭髮很長的老婆嗎?”我又問道。老爸聽了很難得地大笑了一下，說道，“當然能了!你那麼帥，跟你老爸一樣帥!”我第一次感到，老爸雖然話不多，但還是有些幽默感的。
When I was in high school, dad retired and set up a food stand on the street near my school. Dad was very good at making fried noodles, and a lot of people liked his noodles. Every day when I finished school, my classmates and I would pass his food stand. But I really hated talking to dad in front of his food stand, because I did not want my classmates to know that my dad was selling noodles on the street!
等到我上高中的時候老爸退休了，在離我學校不遠的街邊擺起了麵攤兒。老爸很擅長做炒麵，當時很多人都很喜歡他做的面。每天放學回家，我和我的同學們都要路過爸的麵攤。但那時候我真得很討厭站在他攤前和他說話，因為我實在不想讓我的同學知道我有一個在大街上擺攤的老爸。
One night, I couldn't stand it any more and shouted, "Dad, could you stop selling your stupid noodles? I don't need a father who sells noodles on the street!" At that moment, dad was shocked. He tried to say something but didn't. When he turned his head away, something happened that I had never seen and would never forget for the rest of my life. His eyes were filled with tears and sadness. It was the first time that I saw dad crying. My mom later told me that dad was selling noodles to save money for my college education. I was such an idiot, and even today I still feel guilty for that night.
一天晚上我再也忍不住了，朝老爸吼道，“你能不能不再去賣麵條?我不需要一個只會在大街上賣麵條的父親!”在那一刻爸驚呆了，他想要說些什麼，但最終沒有說。當他扭過頭的時候，我發現他的眼裡含著淚水和哀傷。我從未見過老爸這個樣子。媽後來告訴我，老爸擺攤賣麵條是在為我上大學攢學費。我太蠢了!即使今天，我仍然為那天晚上的所作所為而感到內疚。
Time really flies. I finished college and then left my home city. For the past ten years, whenever I've visited home, dad was always there meeting me and seeing me off quietly at the railway station. Whenever he saw me off, he never tried to hug me or touch me, although I always expected a father's hug. When I was away from home, dad never wrote or called me, but he always pushed my mom to call me. Whenever mom was calling me, dad would sit beside her with a list of questions. He would instruct mom to talk to me for him. That's the way dad is, and that's how dad shows his love to me.
時間飛逝，我念完了大學，後來又離開了我所在的城市。在過去的十年中，每當我回老家，老爸總會默默地在火車站迎我然後再送我。每當他在車站送我時，他從來不會和我擁別，也從來不會碰我一下，雖然我總是期待他能抱我一下。當我遠在他鄉時，老爸從來不會給我寫信，也從來不給我打電話。但他總是會催媽給我打電話。每當媽給我打電話時，老爸就會坐在她身邊，準備好一些問題，然後讓媽幫他傳話。
I was married three years ago. Dad was very happy for me. And now he likes to tell people that his daughter-in-law is tall and beautiful, with long hair...
三年前我結婚了，老爸很為我感到高興。現在他喜歡告訴別人，他的兒媳婦又高又漂亮，還有一頭長髮……
Dad is still quiet, but I still feel a connection. Ladies and gentlemen, when a connection is deep and powerful, it lives in a place far beyond words, and it becomes something special---"a silent father's love."
老爸話仍然不多，但我仍然能感到和他之間的那種特殊的密切關係。女士們先生們，當這種關係變得如此深厚和強烈時，它會根植於某處，再也無法用語言表達;它會變成一種特殊的情感：一種無言的父愛。
範文
Today day is a memorable day, are the annual Father's Day!
Deep sea motherly love, fatherly love heavy as a mountain. People at the same time to celebrate Mother's Day and did not forget his father's achievements. Someone start the year on the recommendation of Father's Day. Years, it is to celebrate the first Father's Day. At that time, the late father of all people have to wear a white rose, the father of the people alive while wearing red roses. This custom has been passed so far.
It is said that the selection of Father's Day is a month over month because of the sun are the most heated one, a symbol of the father to give their children the love that hot. Paternal such as mountains, tall and lofty, let me look timid and afraid to climb Health; father such as days,and far-reaching, so that Yang and my heart did not dare pity; paternal great deep are pure and not return , but love is a bitter, difficult to understand depression and the unattainable.
Father, like a tree, always, let him lush foliage of a solid arm for the tree to create shadeus. Years such as the fingers over the water, like, before I knew it, we have grown up, while the tree is gradually aging, and even the new leaves are no longer the hair full of vitality. Annually on the third Sunday is father's holiday, let us sincerely say: Father, I love you! Happy Father's Day!
Now, the Certificate of Education Examination and the final exams approaching, I suggest that we should seize the time, study hard, with excellent results as to the father's gift, great father to return, I believe his father at that time are the most beautiful smile! Students, come on now! ! !
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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.