描写父亲的英语作文
我的爸爸(My Father )
My father is a nice man. He likes to play computer games. He is an owner of a factory which produces many things .He is good at designing. He works very hard. I love him very much because, sometimes, I can help him to do something in his factory .He is always on business trips because he has his business everywhere so it takes up too much of his time . therefore, he doesn’t have any time to play with me but I don’t blame him for that. I often spend a lot of my time on the computer, so I have something to do. My mother is usually on the phone and tells my father to get home early but my father doesn’t listen to her. So my mother and I sometimes are upset and I don’t like my father in a sense that he always gets home late.
I love my father but not his job!
我心目中的父亲(My father in my heart)
How to discribe my father's characator seemed very easy in the past.But , maybe I've got wrong and been wrong all the time.
In the past , when my nature mother was still living with us , he had a savage mood which often frightened both my mother and me .After they got quarrelled , a fight was unavoidable .Maybe a fight contains misunderstandings of both ,but in those day ,I thought that it was all my father's fault.I hated him! He was the ghost in my life!
When I was sixteen ,my life changed because of the death of my mama.She was badly hurt in a home accident, and though the God she believed had no power to rescue her.From then on ,my figure change a lot ,from a naughty, passionate boy to a quiet and diffident boy .I didn't want to talk with anyone .My father ,however was seriously flustrated, he also had to take the reponsibility of bringing me up.During that very hard moment , on one hand ,he had to stand up for the tragedy, on the other hand ,he had to work hard to support my education. AS in that time ,all me got in hand was only 3000 yuan , if i succeeded in entering a higher school ,at least ,would cost 7000 yuan a year,that's not a money of bit.
I've always thought that I must be the most unfornate one in the world .When I got frustrated in life , I'd nowhere to explain as I'd been used to express my heartache to my dear mother and now she wasn't there .Every time I saw the mothers and sons pass aside me ,I felt so sorrow ,and I knew how longly I was!I was sure indeed I was the most sorrow one !
But to my father, how did he feel when he lost his beloved? Maybe then I was really to youny to observe .I only knew he was very very sad .I heard that when my mother was in hospital ,he laid down on his knees to ask help from the doctors,and when the doctor shaked his head ,he nearly wanted to die with her!Someone said that " though they quarrelled a lot , but they really loves each other". Before those days ,I only get closed to my mother , and once they quarrelled or fighted , she would hated him , however , to stand with here, I hated him day by day , sometimes I even felt himjust like the devil in my life . I've never thought he would be in such a sorrowness.
My aunts would come and see me every month . They taught me that I should do whatever my father want me to , till I've been a man ,could get away from him . I knew what they meant.I often got on uneasy with them ,and I hated them to keep an should eye on my father .To me they really had a pity on or felt some responsibilities. But I hated pity most !
Nothing can be believed from the other's mouths.I made the conclusion in the past time . Many a person was fond of discussing the others . They got happinesses from the department of other families.I think they are all the mut , fool monkeys !Nothing can be more stupid!!!I understood him with the increasing of my age.
I changed my opinion to him during that very hot summer .He was working in a eletrical line factory. During those unusual hot days ,he worked 10-15 hours a day for an extra income. But he fell ill seriously after that , despite of the ill he insisted on working yet. At last he illed to bed , taking a medicine care. I could think about the heavy burden on his shoulders,and I certainly got shocked by his complete change frome a devil to a dear hardworking father!
我的爸爸(My Father )
Once， when I was a teenager， my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally， there was only one family between us and the ticket counter.
This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children， all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn't have a lot of money.
Their clothes were not expensive， but they were clean. The children were well-behaved， all of them standing in line， two-by-two behind their parents， holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns， elephants， and other acts they would see that night.
One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack， standing proud as could be.
The mother was holding her husband's hand， looking up at him as if to say， "You're my knight in shining armor."
He was smiling and basking in pride， looking back at her as if to reply， "You got that right."
The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded， "Please let me buy eight children's tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus."
The ticket lady quoted the price. The man's wife let go of his hand， her head dropped， and his lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked， "How much did you say?"
The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didn't have enough money.
How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn‘t have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on， my dad put his hand in his pocket， pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground.