父親節(jié)英語演講稿

1、父親節(jié)英語演講稿 1His hands were rough and exceedingly1) strong. He could gently prune2) a fruit tree orfirmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. What I remember most is the special warmthfrom those hands as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of ablue hawk, or a rabbit as

2、leep in its lair. They were good hands that served him well and failedhim in only one thing. They never learned to write.My father was illiterate. The number of illiterates3) in our country has steadily declined, butif there were only one I would be saddened4), remembering my father and the pain hee

3、ndured because his hands never learned to write. He started school in the first grade, wherethe remedy for a wrong answer was ten rule r strokes across a stretched palm.For some reason, shapes, figures and letters just did not fall into the rig ht pattern inside hissix-year-old mind. His father took

4、 him out of school after several months and set him to a mansjob on the farm.Years later, his wife, with her fourth-grade education, would try to teach him to read. And stilllater I would grasp his big fist between my small hands and awkwardly help him to trace theletters of his name. He submitted5)

5、 to the ordeal for a short time, but soon grew restless andwould declare that he had had enough.One night, when he thought no one saw, he slipped away with my second grade reader andlabored over the words until they became too difficult. He pressed his forehead into the pagesand wept. Thereafter, no

6、 amount of persuading could bring him to sit with pen and paper. Hedid still like to listen to my mother, and then to me, read to him. He especially enjoyedlistening to us read to him from the Bible.My father was forced to let the bank take possession of most of the acreage6) of his farmlandone year

7、 when a crop failure meant he couldnt make the mortgage7) payment. He was ableto keep one acre of the farmland where the small farm house was located.From the farm to road building and later to factory work, his hands served him well. His mindwas keen, and his will to work was unsurpassed. His enthu

8、siasm and efficiency brought anoffer to become a line boss-until he was handed the qualification test.Years later, when Mother died, I tried to get him to come and live with my family, but heinsisted on staying in the small house with the garden plot and a few farm animals close health began to fail

9、, and he was in and out of the hospital with two mild heart attacks. OldDoc Green saw him weekly and gave him medication, including nitroglycerin8) tablets to putunder h is tongue should he feel an attack coming on.My last fond memory of Dad was watching as he walked across the brow of a hillside me

10、adowwith those big warm hands resting on the shoulders of my two children. He stopped to point outa pond where he and I had fished years before. The night, my family an d I flew back to ourown home. Three weeks later Dad was dead because of a heart attack.I returned to my fathers home for the funera

11、l. Doc Green told me how sorry he was. In fact, hewas bothered a bit, because he had just written Dad a new prescription, and the druggist9)had filled it. Yet the bottle of pills had not been found on Dads person. Doc Green felt that apill might have kept him alive long enough to summon help.I went

12、out to Dads garden plot where a neighbor had found him. In grief, I stooped to t racemy fingers in the earth where he had reached the end of his life. My hand came to rest on ahalf-buried brick, which I aimlessly lifted. I noticed underneath it the twisted and battered, yetunbroken, container that h

13、ad been beaten into the soft earth.As I held the container of pills, the scene of Dad struggling to remove the cap and indesperation trying to break it with the brick flashed painfully before my eyes. With deepanguish I knew why those big hands had lost in their struggle with death. For there, impri

14、ntedon the cap, were the words：“Child-proof cap-Push down and twist to unlock. ”The druggist later confirmed that he had just started using the new safety caps.I knew it was not a rational act, but I went right downtown and bought a leather-boundpocket dictionary and a gold pen set. I bade Dad good-

15、bye by placing them in those big hands,once so warm, which had lived so well, but had never learned to write.2Today day is a memorable day, are the annual Fathers Day!Deep sea motherly love, fatherly love heavy as a mountain. People at the same time to celebrate Mothers Day and did not forget his fa

16、thers achievements. Someone start the year on the recommendation of Fathers Day. Years, it is to celebrate the first Fathers 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 sa

17、id that the selection of Fathers 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 t

18、hat 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 wat

19、er, 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 fathers holiday, let us sincerely say: Father, I love you! Happy Fathers Day!Now, the Certificate of Education Examination

20、 and the final exams approaching, I suggest that we should seize the time, study hard, with excellent results as to the fathers gift, great father to return, I believe his father at that time are the most beautiful smile! Students, come on now! ! !今天天是個值得紀念的日子，是一年一度的父親節(jié)!母愛深似海，父愛重如山。人們在慶祝母親節(jié)的同時，并沒有忘記

21、父親的功績。年就開始有人建議確定父親節(jié)。年月，人們慶祝了第一個父親節(jié)。當時，凡是父親已故的人都佩戴一朵白玫瑰，父親在世的人則佩戴紅玫瑰。這種習俗一直流傳至今。據(jù)說，選定月過父親節(jié)是因為月的陽光是一年之中最熾熱的，象征了父親給予子女的那火熱的愛。父愛如山，高大而巍峨，讓我望而生怯不敢攀登;父愛如天，粗曠而深遠，讓我仰而心憐不敢長嘯;父愛是深邃的偉大的純潔而不可回報的，然而父愛又是苦澀的，難懂的憂郁而不可企及的。父親像是一棵樹，總是不言不語，卻讓他枝葉繁茂的堅實臂膀為樹下的我們遮風擋雨制造蔭涼。歲月如指間的流水一樣滑過，不覺間我們已長大，而樹卻漸漸老去，甚至新發(fā)的樹葉都不再充滿生機。每年月的第三個

22、星期日是父親的節(jié)日，讓我們由衷的說一聲：爸爸，我愛你!父親節(jié)快樂!現(xiàn)在，會考和期末考試將至，我建議我們要抓緊時間，努力學習，用優(yōu)異的成績作為送給父親的禮物，去回報偉大的父愛，我相信那時父親的笑容是最美的!同學們，加油吧!3His hands were rough and exceedingly1) strong. He could gently prune2) a fruit tree orfirmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. What I remember most is the special warmthfrom those hands

23、 as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of ablue hawk, or a rabbit asleep in its lair. They were good hands that served him well and failedhim in only one thing. They never learned to write.：My Fathers HandsMy father was illiterate. The number of illiterates3) in our

24、country has steadily declined, butif there were only one I would be saddened4), remembering my father and the pain heendured because his hands never learned to write. He started school in the first grade, wherethe remedy for a wrong answer was ten rule r strokes across a stretched palm.For some reas

25、on, shapes, figures and letters just did not fall into the rig ht pattern inside hissix-year-old mind. His father took him out of school after several months and set him to a mansjob on the farm.Years later, his wife, with her fourth-grade education, would try to teach him to read. And stilllater I

26、would grasp his big fist between my small hands and awkwardly help him to trace theletters of his name. He submitted5) to the ordeal for a short time, but soon grew restless andwould declare that he had had enough.4Many years ago, a baby boy came into this world. But unfortunately, he didnt come wit

27、h 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

28、saved the babys 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 chair, ladies and gentlemen, that baby was me, and that man was my dad. Whenever my mom told people this story, I would always

29、 laugh aloud, and my dad would just shake his head and smile quietly.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(yī)學角度來說，這是一個很大的問題!好在醫(yī)生現(xiàn)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。男嬰終于哭了，脫離了生命危險。當時在場的孩子父親不干了，對著醫(yī)生吼道，“你為什么打我的孩子啊?”他并沒有意識到醫(yī)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里，再也沒有讓醫(yī)生碰一下這個孩子。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

30、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。5Who is using the arm of Qiu Jin, for us to put up a brilliant sky?Who is using the hard-working hands, happy for us to build a home?Are you, father, a great name but Ordinary!Father of a mountain, broad-minded, the father of rivers to accommodate an umbrella for us so that we stay away from disasterFather of a vessel, carrying us, brave the wind and w