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1、歌颂父亲节的英语作文歌颂父亲节的英语作文In the doorway of my home, I looked closely at the face of my 23-year-old son, Daniel, his backpack by his side. We were saying good-bye. In a few hours he would be flying to France. He would be staying there for at least a year to learn another language and experience life in a
2、different country.It was a transitional time in DanieTs life, a passage, a step from college into the adult world. I wanted to leave him with words that would have some meaning, some significance beyond the moment.But nothing came from my lips. No sound broke the stillness of my beachside home on Lo
3、ng Island. Outside, I could hear the shrill cries of sea gulls as they circled the ever-changing surf. Inside, I stood frozen and quiet, looking into the searching eyes of my son.What made it more difficult was that I knew this was not the first time I had let such a moment pass. When Daniel was fiv
4、e, I took him to the school-bus stop on his first day of kindergarten. I felt the tension in his hand holding mine as the bus turned the corner. I saw color flush his cheeks as the bus pulled up. His questioning eyes looked up at mine.What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it? Will I be okay? An
5、d then he walked up the steps of the bus and disappeared inside. And the bus drove away. And I had said nothing.A decade or so later, a similar scene played itself out. With his mother, I drove him to the College of William and Mary in Virginia. His first night, he went out with his new schoolmates.
6、 When he met us the next morning, he was sick. He was coming down with mononucleosis, but we could not know that then. We thought he had a hangover.In his room, Dan lay stretched out on his bed as I started to leave for the trip home. I tried to think of something to say to give him some courage and
7、 confidence as he started this new phase of life.Again, words failed me. I mumbled something like, Hope you feel better, Dan. And I left.Now, as I stood before him, I thought of those lost opportunities. How many times have we all let such moments pass?A parent dies, and, instead of giving a eulogy
8、ourselves, we let a clergyman speak. A child asks if Santa Claus is real, or where babies come from, and, embarrassed, we slough it off. When a daughter graduates or a son is married, we watch them go through the motions of the ceremony. But we dont seek out our children and find a quiet moment to t
9、ell them what they have meant to us. Or what they might expect to face in the years ahead.How fast the years had passed. Daniel was born in New Orleans, slow to walk and talk, and small of stature. He was the tiniest in his class, but he developed a warm, outgoing nature and was popular with his pee
10、rs. He was coordinated and agile, and he became adept in sports.Baseball gave him his earliest challenge. He was an outstanding pitcher in Little League, expecting to make it big in high school. It didnt happen that way. He failed to move up from the junior varsity team. But he stuck it out. Eventua
11、lly, as a senior, he moved up to the varsity. He won half the teams games. At graduation, the coach named Daniel the teams most valuable player.His finest hour, though, came at a school science fair. He entered an exhibit showing how the circulatory system works. He sketched it on cardboard. It was
12、primitive and crude, especially compared to the fancy, computerized, blinking-light models entered by other students. My wife, Sara, felt embarrassed for him.It turned out that the other kids had not done their own work-their parents had made their exhibits. As the judges went on their rounds, they
13、found that these other kids couldnt answer their questions. Daniel answered every one. When the judges awarded the Albert Einstein Plaque for the best exhibit, they gave it to him.By the time Daniel left for college he stood six feet tall and weighed 170 pounds. He was muscular and in superb conditi
14、on. But he never pitched another inning. He found that he could not combine athletics with academics. He gave up baseball for English literature. I was sorry that he would not develop his athletic talent, but proud that he had made such a mature decision. He graduated with a B average.One day, I tol
15、d Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didnt take a year or two off to travel when I finished college.This is the best way, to my way of thinking, to broaden oneself and develop a larger perspective on life. Once I had married and begun working, I found that the dream of living i
16、n another culture had vanished.Daniel thought about this. His Yuppie friends said that he would be insane to put his career on hold. But he decided it wasnt so crazy. After graduation, he worked as a waiter, a bike messenger, and a house painter. With the money he earned, he had enough to go to Pari
17、s.The night before he was to leave, I tossed in bed. I was trying to figure out something to say. Nothing came to mind. Maybe, I thought, it wasnt necessary to say anything.What does it matter in the course of a lifetime if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? But as I stood befo
18、re Daniel, I knew that it does matter. My father and I loved each other. Yet, I always regretted never hearing him put his feelings into words and never having the memory of that moment.Now, I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten. Why is it so hard to tell a son something from the heart?
19、My mouth turned dry. I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly.Daniel, I said, if I could have picked, I would have picked you.Thats all I could say. I wasnt sure he understood what I meant. Then he came toward me and threw his arms around me. For a moment, the world and all its peo
20、ple vanished, and there was just Daniel and me.He was saying something, but my eyes misted over, and I couldnt understand what he was saying. All I was aware of was the stubble on his chin as his face pressed against mine. And then, the moment ended, and Daniel left for France.I think about him when
21、 I walk along the beach on weekends. Thousands of miles away, somewhere out past the ocean waves breaking on the deserted shore, he might be scurrying across Boulevard Saint Germain, strolling through a musty hallway of the Louvre, bending an elbow in a Left Bank cafe.What I said to Daniel was clumsy and trite. It was nothing. And yet, it was everything.