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    父亲节英语作文精选.pdf

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    父亲节英语作文精选父亲节英语作文精选父亲节英语作文精选 1Two years before his death,my father gave me a small suitcase filledwith his writings,manuscripts1 and notebooks.Assuming his usualjoking,mocking2 air,he told me he wanted me to read them after hewas gone,by which he meant after he died.A week after he came to my office and left me his suitcase,myfather came to pay me another visit;as always,he brought me a bar ofchocolate(he had forgotten I was 48 years old).As always,we chattedand laughed about life,politics and family gossip3.A moment arrivedwhen my father’s eyes went to the corner where he had left hissuitcase and saw that I had moved it.We looked each other in the eye.There followed a pressing silence.I did not tell him that I had opened thesuitcase and tried to read its contents,instead I looked away.But heunderstood.Just as I understood that he had understood.Just as heunderstood that I had understood that he had understood.But all thisunderstanding only went so far as it can go in a few seconds.Because myfather was a happy,easygoing4 man who had faith in himself:he smiledat me the way he always did.And as he left the house,he repeated allthe lovely and encouraging things that he always said to me,like a father.1 1/5 5As always,I watched him leave,envying5 his happiness,his carefreeand unflappable6 temperament.But I remember that on that day therewas also a flash of joy inside me that made me ashamed.It wasprompted by the thought that maybe I wasn’t as comfortable inlife as he was,maybe I had not led as happy or footloose7 a life as hehad,but that I had devoted it to writing you’ve understood.Iwas ashamed to be thinking such things at my father’s expense.Of all people,my father,who had never been the source of my painwho had left me free.All this should remind us that writing andliterature are intimately linked to a lack at the centre of our lives,and toour feelings of happiness and guilt.But my story has a symmetry8 that immediately reminded me ofsomething else that day,and that brought me an even deeper sense ofguilt.Twenty-three years before my father left me his suitcase,and fouryears after I had decided,aged 22,to become a novelist,and,abandoning all else,shut myself up in a room,I finished my first novel,Cevdet Bey and Sons;with trembling hands I had given my father a typescript of the stillunpublished novel,so that he could read it and tell me what he thought.This was not simply because I had confidence in his taste and his intellect:his opinion was very important to me,because he,unlike my mother,had not opposed my wish to become a writer.At that point,my father2 2/5 5was not with us,but far away.I waited impatiently for his return.Whenhe arrived two weeks later,I ran to open the door.My father saidnothing,but he at once threw his arms around me in a way that told mehe had liked it very much.For a while,we were plunged9 into the sort ofawkward silence that so often accompanies moments of great emotion.Then,when we had calmed down and begun to talk,my father resortedto highly charged and exaggerated language to express his confidence inme or my first novel:he told me that one day I would win the prize that Iam here to receive with such great happiness.He said this not because he was trying to convince me of his goodopinion,or to set this prize as a goal;he said it like a Turkish father,givingsupport to his son,encouraging him by saying,One day you’llbecome a pasha10!’For years,wheneverhe saw me,he wouldencourage me with the same words.My father died in December of 2021.Today,asIstandbeforetheSwedishAcademyandthedistinguished11 members who have awarded me this great prizethisgreat honourand their distinguished guests,I dearly wish he could beamongst us.父亲节英语作文精选 2Dear Dad,Today I was at the shopping mall and I spent a lot of time reading3 3/5 5the Father’s Day cards.They all had a special message that insome way or another reflected how I feel about you.Yet as I selectedand read,and selected and read again,it occurred to me that not asingle card said what I really want to say to you.You’ll soon be 84 years old,Dad,and you and I will have had55 Father’s Days together.I haven’t always been with youon Father’s Day nor have I been with you for all of your birthdays.It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you.I’vealways been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.父亲节英语作文精选 3The only thing on my husbands description would be the word funwritten in big red letters along the top.Although he is a selfless caregiverand provider,our children think of him more as a combination of a junglegym and bozo and clown.Our parenting styles compliment each other.His style is a nonstopadventure where no one has to worry about washing their hands,eatingvegetables,or getting cavities.My style is similar to Mussolini.Im toobusy worrying to be fun.Besides,every time I try,I am constantlyoutdone by my husband.I bought my children bubble gum flavoredtoothpaste and I taught them how to brush their teeth in tiny circles sothey wouldnt get cavities.They thought it was neat until my husbandtaught them how to rinse by spitting out water between their two front4 4/5 5teeth like a fountain.I took the children on a walk in the woods and,aftertwo hours,I managed to corral a slow ladybug into my sons insect cage.Iwas cool until their father came home,spent two minutes in thebackyard,and captured a beetle the size of a Chihuahua.I try to tell myself I am a good parent even if my husband doesthings I cant do.I can make sure my children are safe,warm,and dry.Illstand in line for five hours so the children can see Santa at the mall or befirst in line to see the latest Disney movie.But I cant wire the VCR so mychildren can watch their favorite video.I can carry my children in my armswhen they are tired,tuck them into bed,and kiss them goodnight.But Icant flip them upside down so they can walk on the ceiling or prop themon my shoulders so they can see the moths flying inside of the lightfixture.I can take them to doctor appointments,scout meetings,or fieldtrips to the aquarium,but Ill never go into the wilderness,skewer aworm on a hook,reel in a fish,and cook it over an open flame on a pieceof tin foil.Ill even sit in the first row of every Little League game and cheeruntil my throat is sore and my tonsils are raw,but Ill never teach my sonhow to hit a home run or slide into first base.As a mother I can do a lot of things for my children,but no matterhow hard I try-I can never be their father.5 5/5 5

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