6岁。?
操场上，一个小男孩学着骑车，旁边站着他的父亲。没有一句指导，没有一丝安慰，小男孩自然是摔了又摔，双腿早已是鲜血淋漓。终于，孩子坐在地上，哭了，哇哇大哭。父亲依旧是那么笔挺地站着，眼中满是不屑与冷漠。孩子多么渴望爸爸的鼓励，没有；孩子多么渴望爸爸的拥抱，还是没有。只是那双空洞的眼睛，让孩子感到冷酷与无情。终于，孩子不哭了，倔强地站起来，跨上车，开始又一次的尝试。父亲早已是爱好索然，转过身，迈着大步，走了。身后又是一阵金属与地面的摩擦声，父亲只是不经意地回了下头，手却在颤抖。孩子站起来，想着刚才父亲冷漠依旧的眼神，两行热泪莫名其妙地滑过他的脸颊。一步、两步、三步父亲的脚步声依旧坚定。?
16岁。?
礼堂里，当年的小男孩被人群簇拥着走上了奖台。又一次高举奖杯，又一次欢呼如潮。紧拥着荣誉，在闪光灯不停的闪耀下，孩子艰难地寻找他的父亲。人群中，唯独没有他，台下座位上，只有一个他。瞬间，礼堂仿佛空荡荡的，只有孩子与他的父亲在对视着。还是那么冷漠，依旧是如此不屑。父亲那空洞的眼神让光线万丈的奖杯褪色。站起身，走向自己的儿子，一把夺过紧拥着的奖杯，父亲毫不犹豫地把它交给后台的老师。两行热泪又一次不由自主地流淌下来，一步、两步、三步父亲的脚步声依旧坚定。?
昨天。?
校门口，一位青年与他的父亲作着离别。没有寒暄，没有宽慰，没有拥抱，没有一句话。直视着父亲，他的皱纹又深了，他的黑发中又添了些灰白。眼睛里滚着泪水，压抑着。在模糊中，父亲那冷漠的眼神里也有些光亮。颤抖的手伸向自己的儿子，半空中停住了，又缩了回来。向门口指了指，父亲又转过身，没有动。远望着父亲远去的背影。接近拐角，父亲定住了，回过头，瞥了一眼，看到儿子。青年人也注视着他的父亲，压抑不住的泪水终于流淌下来。沉默中，心中是那么暖和，一步、两步、三步
今天。?
考场上。有一个孩子在写着沉默的父爱，心中布满感激与骄傲。?
我的父亲，他的感情如绵细的秋雨，柔和的春风，没有大起大落，只是淡泊沉默罢了。?
沉默的父爱我很感激它。(高考满分作文)
6岁。?
操场上，一个小男孩学着骑车，旁边站着他的父亲。没有一句指导，没有一丝安慰，小男孩自然是摔了又摔，双腿早已是鲜血淋漓。终于，孩子坐在地上，哭了，哇哇大哭。父亲依旧是那么笔挺地站着，眼中满是不屑与冷漠。孩子多么渴望爸爸的鼓励，没有；孩子多么渴望爸爸的拥抱，还是没有。只是那双空洞的眼睛，让孩子感到冷酷与无情。终于，孩子不哭了，倔强地站起来，跨上车，开始又一次的尝试。父亲早已是爱好索然，转过身，迈着大步，走了。身后又是一阵金属与地面的摩擦声，父亲只是不经意地回了下头，手却在颤抖。孩子站起来，想着刚才父亲冷漠依旧的眼神，两行热泪莫名其妙地滑过他的脸颊。一步、两步、三步父亲的脚步声依旧坚定。?
16岁。?
礼堂里，当年的小男孩被人群簇拥着走上了奖台。又一次高举奖杯，又一次欢呼如潮。紧拥着荣誉，在闪光灯不停的闪耀下，孩子艰难地寻找他的父亲。人群中，唯独没有他，台下座位上，只有一个他。瞬间，礼堂仿佛空荡荡的，只有孩子与他的父亲在对视着。还是那么冷漠，依旧是如此不屑。父亲那空洞的眼神让光线万丈的奖杯褪色。站起身，走向自己的儿子，一把夺过紧拥着的奖杯，父亲毫不犹豫地把它交给后台的老师。两行热泪又一次不由自主地流淌下来，一步、两步、三步父亲的脚步声依旧坚定。?
昨天。?
校门口，一位青年与他的父亲作着离别。没有寒暄，没有宽慰，没有拥抱，没有一句话。直视着父亲，他的皱纹又深了，他的黑发中又添了些灰白。眼睛里滚着泪水，压抑着。在模糊中，父亲那冷漠的眼神里也有些光亮。颤抖的手伸向自己的儿子，半空中停住了，又缩了回来。向门口指了指，父亲又转过身，没有动。远望着父亲远去的背影。接近拐角，父亲定住了，回过头，瞥了一眼，看到儿子。青年人也注视着他的父亲，压抑不住的泪水终于流淌下来。沉默中，心中是那么暖和，一步、两步、三步
今天。?
考场上。有一个孩子在写着沉默的父爱，心中布满感激与骄傲。?
我的父亲，他的感情如绵细的秋雨，柔和的春风，没有大起大落，只是淡泊沉默罢了。?
沉默的父爱我很感激它。(高考满分作文)
But somehow those three little words
但不知道为什么这小小的三个字
Are the hardest ones to share.
却最难与人分享
And fathers say I love you
而父亲说我爱你
In ways that words can't match--
用言语没法比拟的方式
With tender bed time stories
或是温和地在床头讲故事
Or a friendly game of catch!
或是一场友好的捉迷藏游戏
You can see the words I love you
你可以看到我爱你这些字
In a father's boyish eyes
从父亲孩子起的眼睛里
When he runs home,all excited,
当他兴奋地跑回家
With a poorly wrapped surprise.
脸上带着难以掩饰的惊喜
A father says I love you
父亲说我爱你
With his strong helping hands
用他强有力的援助之手
With a smile when you're in trouble
用他的微笑帮你度过难关
With the way he understands.
用他所理解的方式
He says I love you haltingly.
他踌躇地说我爱你
With awkward tenderness--
带着笨拙的温柔
It's hard to help a four-year-old into a party dress!
帮一个四岁小孩穿上派对礼服实在是不容易!
He speaks his love unselfishly
他无私地表达他的爱
By giving all he can
付出他的全部
To make some secret dream come true.
让心底的梦想成真
Or follow through a plan.
或追求一个计划
A father's seldom-spoken love
父亲很少说出口的爱
Sounds clearly through the years--
随着光阴流逝变得清晰
Sometimes in peals of laughter,
有时在响亮的笑声中
Sometimes through happy tears.
有时在欢乐的泪水中
Perhaps they have to speak their love
可能他们表达他们的爱
In a fashion all their own.
只能用自己的方式
Because the love that fathers feel
因为父亲的爱
Is too big for words alone!
The only thing on my husband's description would be the word fun written in big red letters along the top. Although he is a selfless caregiver and provider, our children think of him more as a combination of a jungle gym and bozo and clown.
Our parenting styles compliment each other. His style is a nonstop adventure where no one has to worry about washing their hands, eating vegetables, or getting cavities. My style is similar to Mussolini. I'm too busy worrying to be fun. Besides, every time I try, I am constantly outdone by my husband.I bought my children bubble gum flavored toothpaste and I taught them how to brush their teeth in tiny circles so they wouldn't get cavities. They thought it was neat until my husband taught them how to rinse by spitting out water between their two front teeth like a fountain.I took the children on a walk in the woods and, after two hours, I managed to corral a slow ladybug into my son's insect cage. I was cool until their father came home, spent two minutes in the backyard, and captured a beetle the size of a Chihuahua.
I try to tell myself I am a good parent even if my husband does things I can't do. I can make sure my children are safe, warm, and dry. I'll stand in line for five hours so the children can see Santa at the mall or be first in line to see the latest Disney movie. But I can't wire the VCR so my children can watch their favorite video.I can carry my children in my arms when they are tired, tuck them into bed, and kiss them goodnight. But I can't flip them upside down so they can walk on the ceiling or prop them on my shoulders so they can see the moths flying inside of the light fixture.I can take them to doctor appointments, scout meetings, or field trips to the aquarium, but I'll never go into the wilderness, skewer a worm on a hook, reel in a fish, and cook it over an open flame on a piece of tin foil.
I'll even sit in the first row of every Little League game and cheer until my throat is sore and my tonsils are raw, but I'll never teach my son how 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 matter how hard I try--I can never be their father.
