父爱
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父爱
父爱如山，高大而雄伟;父爱如水，清澈而甘甜;父爱如火，热情而严厉。在我们的生活中，父爱不如母爱伟大，他渺小而平常;父爱不如母爱深刻，它浅浅的在生活中印下一道痕;父爱不如母爱美丽，它撒在生活中的点点滴滴。
那一个早晨，北风疯狂的呼啸着，。以迅雷不及掩耳之势打翻了天上盛乌云的瓶子。我早早就准备好去学校报名一切，看着窗外的天气不由愁眉苦脸，父亲见了，大手一挥，说道："别愁，爸爸带你去!"我顿时欣喜得一蹦三尺高。
父亲带我走进停车场，我的心情就像是突然从高山上摔进了万丈深渊。只见父亲跨上一辆破旧古老的自行车，自行车上铁迹斑斑，轮子上染满了腐烂的污泥，散发出一阵阵难闻的臭味。我不请不愿的坐在后座，两只脚小心的尽量避开污泥。自行车前行起来就如他的外表一样，慢吞吞地前挪着。风怒吼着带来阵阵凉意。我心想，这次一定会迟到了，真糟糕!早知道就不坐这辆车了!父亲的声音突然重头顶传来："孩子，冷吗?"我一怔，抬头正想回答，却看见了父亲，他只穿着一件长T恤，赤裸的胳膊暴露在寒风中瑟瑟发抖。我呆了好一会，愧疚的泪水盈出眼眶。我颤声问着父亲："爸，你怎么只穿一件衬衣?不冷么?""爸爸不冷!"父亲在我前方，坚定的语气带着丝丝温柔，久久久久的回荡在天地之间。
"父亲不冷!"这句话，是不是父爱?是!!父爱又是什么?父爱就是那自行车，父爱就是那T恤，父爱就是那句"爸爸不冷!"，心，在寒风中像是有一团火在燃烧着……
我和我父亲我的父亲是个酷爱养花的人，厂里叔叔们都喊他“老花迷”。我大概受父亲的影响，也爱上了养花，被父亲厂里的叔叔叫做“小花迷”。
去年父亲厂里新建了花房，没有买到什么好花，厂领导就建议职工从家里把花拿到厂里，愿意送就送，愿意卖就卖。父亲听了这个建议，回家就同我商量。我说：“那咱们卖哪一盆呢?”父亲神秘地说：“你猜猜。”我伸手指了一盆吊兰，父亲摇摇头，我又指了盆牡丹，父亲又摇摇头……我一连指了十几盆，父亲还是一个劲地摇头。这下我可没这么大的耐心了。“到底卖哪一盆呀?”父亲笑了一下没有说话，只是用手指了指含苞待放的扶桑。
我一看心里一惊。这盆扶桑可是我和父亲的掌上明珠，怎么能卖给厂里呢?父亲不会开玩笑吧?我急忙问：“您真的要卖掉扶桑?”父亲说：“要卖，我就不卖这盆了。”我听了顿时大吃一惊：“什么!你想送给厂里?不!我不给!”父亲听了说：“这盆花放在家里只能供我们一家人观赏，要是放在厂里，那全体职工在休息的时候都可以观赏了。”听了父亲的话，我没吱声，我知道父亲是个爱厂如家的人，只好勉强同意了。
一晃两个星期过去了，一天下午父亲对我说：“明天我们厂举办花展，欢迎你去参观。”一听这话，又勾起了我思念扶桑之情，便没有说话。父亲说：“你一定要去，会上还要给你戴红花呢!”“什么?给我戴红花?”我惊讶地瞪大了眼睛。父亲笑着说：“明天你就知道了。”
第二天下午，我带着问号随父亲来到厂里。我们刚坐下，就听大会主席宣布：“就是这两位花迷，把他们培育十几年的扶桑，在要开花的时候送给了厂里。”我听了，脸羞得通红。我和父亲戴着大红花站在主席台上，在那边的窗下放着盛开的扶桑。它在阳光下显得那么红，那么艳。
顿时，我觉得自己胸前的花远没有父亲胸前的那朵可爱。我羞得无地自容，暗想：我一定要向父亲学习，让我胸前这朵花更红、更艳。
英文翻译
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.