還記得朱自清先生的《背影》嗎？“他爬上月臺(tái)，身子向上縮……”，“我讀到此處，在晶瑩的淚光中，又看見那肥胖的，青布棉袍，黑布馬褂的背影”……字里行間流淌著作者對(duì)父親最為深切的懷念和感激。

父愛如山，父親是我們生命中的第一個(gè)英雄。如果說母愛是鄉(xiāng)間小溪的靜謐，父愛便是潮起時(shí)雄渾；如果說母愛是為遠(yuǎn)行游子縫衣熬紅的雙眼，父愛便是為了孩子上學(xué)而飛快舞動(dòng)的鐵鋤……拳拳父愛，深沉而含蓄。

本期美文精選將此篇《父親是我的英雄》獻(xiàn)給父親節(jié)！

My father was my hero, all throughout my life.

The father of eight children, he saw his share of strife.

When I was very little, he appeared to be so large.

In my eyes he could do anything, we all knew he was in charge.

He was a man of great strength both physically and in mind,

but in him there was a gentleness, he found ways to be outgoing and kind.

Many days of childhood were greeted with a kiss,

and songs to me as I awoke, those days I surely miss.

He made me feel so special, "Miss America" he would sing.

I knew I had my father's love. It gave me courage to do almost anything.

From him I learned to stand up tall, to be proud of who I am.

Strength and determination were the qualities of this fine man.

As the years of his life dwindled down, that strength kept him alive.

Plus the unfailing determination to help my ailing mother have the care she needed to survive.

He loved her and his children, so much he gave up years of his life

caring for this woman, his soul mate, his wife.

Day and night he struggled for years with her disease.

A lesser man would have been brought down to his knees.

With illnesses of his own, he still stood by her side

caring for her and loving her until the day she died.

Twenty days later his own time was at an end.

I lost my hero, my father, a man who was my friend.

A few years have passed, and life just isn't the same.

But as Father's Day approaches, I will celebrate his name.

With prayers to him and God above to stay by my side,

to watch over me and guide me, to look down on me with pride.

For I am my father's daughter, one day we will meet again.

But until then I will remember, and the love will never end.


（來源：中國(guó)英語學(xué)習(xí)網(wǎng)  英語點(diǎn)津姍姍編輯）