父亲英语（必备18篇）

父亲英语（1）

My father has small eyes,Wear a pair of glasses,looking more gently,the daddy's hair are not many, he said "the intelligent head does not grow hair"，daddy does the management, but daddy usually ever not talk bureaucratically to others, therefore his personal connection is specially good,is the same as me.daddy speaks always extremely temperately,never say hit the person,curse at people are also few,calculated scolded people not to be big, although sometimes also can be angry for a longtime,but just only about one day,could no surpass in one day-long.

He usually educate me that the person must to be honestly,friendly to other,and working diligently.

This is my father, I love him forever.

父亲英语（2）

If someone asks me who affects me most in my life, I will definitely tell him or her that the person should be no one else but my father. As a matter of fact, I have been much affected by father's humor, kindness, enterprise, strong will ever since I was a little girl.

Father is well-known for his humor. He always makes use of his wit and humor to relax tense situation at work. He is m humorous that his colleagues and friends all enjoy staying with him. He also uses humor to create a very happy family atmosphere. My mother tends to chatter over little things. Sometimes she talks angrily without any pause. When this happens, father just listens to her without a word. "Why don't you say a word, man?", mother is more angry at father. At this time father would give a cup of tea to mother, then replies: "Why not have tea first, my dear? Just take your time to enjoy it. I'm always your attentive listener." Hearing these words, mother stops talking with her anger gone at once. Such funny scenes often appear between father and mother which makes our family life happy and interesting.

父亲英语（3）

My father’s name is Wang Yaohan. He has an English name, Jack. He is thirty-eight years old.

My father is a worker. He works in a factory. He has two big eyes and two big ears. He has short hair. My father is very thin. He is only fifty kilograms. He likes learning English very much. He learns English everyday. My father likes watching TV. His favorite television channel is CCTV-10, because he can learn a lot English from the program Outlook English at that channel.

English is my father’s good friend. I am my father’s friend, too.

父亲英语（4）

My father is 38 years old. He is tall and thin. People like him very much, because he is so kind and he always smiles. I like talking to my father. He always can teach me a lot. He is a worker, working in a company. We have weekends stay together. We often go out for the weekends. Father says it’s good for us. He is a good father and also a good friend.

父亲英语（5）

My father is a nice man. He likes to play computer games. He is an owner of a factory which produces many things 。He is good at designing. He works very hard. I love him very much because, sometimes, I can help him to do something in his factory 。He is always on business trips because he has his business everywhere so it takes up too much of his time Therefore, he doesnt have any time to play with me but I dont blame him for that. I often spenda lot of my time on the computer, so I have something to do. My mother is usually on the phone and tells my father to get home early but my father doesnt listen to her. So my mother and I sometimes are upset and I dont like my father in a sense that he always gets home late.

I love my father but not his job!

父亲英语（6）

I used to think Father didn't care for me. But one thing changed my mind.

One Sunday, I was sad because of another "C" in English. At that time Father invited me toclimb a mountain. Soon I felt tired and wanted to give up. Father encouraged me and gave me a hand when necessary. At last, we got to the top. Then I found the way up wasn't so hard. Suddenly, I understand Father: stick to your dream and you can to it.

Father's Day is coming, I want to say, "Thank you and best wishes to you. I love you, father."

父亲英语（7）

Father's Day is a celebration honoring fathers and celebrating fatherhood. Father's Day was first born in 1910 in the United States. It was proposed by a lady when she was celebrating Mother's Day. Many countries celebrate it on the third Sunday of June, but it is also celebrated widely on other days. The celebrations are often related to gifts giving and family dinners.

On Father's Day, people choose specific flowers to respect for his father. In China, because of the national character, few people wear flowers to show his respect for his father and there is no large celebrations. But on the influence of the west, there are a growing number of people celebrate this holiday and tell their love to fathers.

父亲英语（8）

People often say that the father loves the mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me, and not entirely mountain as severe, sometimes gentle like water.

His father was a culture and virtuous man, although he is not as rich as other parents, but he pay for me absolutely as good as the other children, or even better than they are.

When talking about my father, I can not help but shed tears. His work is very busy at ordinary times, but in any case, greet me every day about study, life, as long as I study has a problem, he will be in your spare time to help me. From school to now, every parent he never absent, he once said: "no matter busy again, the child is always I consider the first".

人们常说父爱如山，可在我看来，我的父亲对我的爱，并非完全如山那样严峻，有时却如水那样温柔。

父亲是位有文化，品德高尚的人，虽然他不像别的家长那样富有，但他为我付出的绝对不比别的孩子差，甚至比他们还好。

每当谈起我的父亲，我不禁流泪。他平时工作很繁忙，但无论如何，每天坚持问候我有关学习、生活上的事情，只要我学习上有问题，他都会在百忙中抽出时间去辅导我。从上学到现在，每一次家长会他都从未缺席，他曾说过：“无论再忙，孩子永远是我考虑的第一位”。

父亲英语（9）

Yesterday was father"s day. i had planned to give my father a present. buti didn"t remember it until in the morning.it was too late to post a card to him.so i decided to buy something. when i was in the department store. i found itwas not easy for me to choose something right for him.

suddenly i got an idea. i ran home and opened my computer. i made abeautiful card and mailed him through the internet. then i began to make supper.when father came home, he was very glad to find a big meal on the table. then iasked him to check his e-mail. he was amazed to find a beautiful card in hise-mail-box.

what a wonderful surprise!

父亲英语（10）

Fifty yars ago this spring w plantd kohlrabi togthr in a gardn in Charls City, Iowa.

I didn’t know thn that I would rmmbr that day for th rst of my lif. This wk, w’ll plant kohlrabi togthr again, prhaps for th last tim but I hop not. I don’t undrstand why planting kohlrabi with you is so important to m but it is. And th funny thing about it is, wll, I don’t know quit how to tll you this, Dad...I don’t vn lik kohlrabi...but I lik planting it with you.

I guss what I’m trying to say, Dad, is what vry son and daughtr wants to say to thir Dad today. Honoring a Fathr on Fathr’s Day is about mor than a Dad who brings hom a paychck, shars a dinnr tabl, and attnds school functions, graduations, and wddings. It isn’t vn so much about kohlrabi, ’54 Chvrolts, and fly-fishing. It’s mor about unconditionally loving childrn who ar snotty and stubborn, who know vrything and won’t listn to anyon. It’s about rspct and sharing and accptanc and tolranc and giving and taking. It’s about loving somon mor than words can say，and it’s wishing that it nvr had to nd.

I lov you, Dad.

父亲英语（11）

Fifty years ago this spring we planted kohlrabi together in a garden in Charles City, Iowa.

I didn’t know then that I would remember that day for the rest of my life. This week, we’ll plant kohlrabi together again, perhaps for the last time but I hope not. I don’t understand why planting kohlrabi with you is so important to me but it is. And the funny thing about it is, well, I don’t know quite how to tell you this, Dad...I don’t even like kohlrabi...but I like planting it with you.

I guess what I’m trying to say, Dad, is what every son and daughter wants to say to their Dad today. Honoring a Father on Father’s Day is about more than a Dad who brings home a paycheck, shares a dinner table, and attends school functions, graduations, and weddings. It isn’t even so much about kohlrabi, ’54 Chevrolets, and fly-fishing. It’s more about unconditionally loving children who are snotty and stubborn, who know everything and won’t listen to anyone. It’s about respect and sharing and acceptance and tolerance and giving and taking. It’s about loving someone more than words can say,and it’s wishing that it never had to end.

I love you, Dad.

父亲英语（12）

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 different country.

It was a transitional time in Daniel‘s 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 Long 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 five, 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? And 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. 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 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 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 don‘t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell 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 peers. 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 didn‘t happen that way. He failed to move up from the junior varsity team. But he stuck it out. Eventually, as a senior, he moved up to the varsity. He won half the team‘s games. At graduation, the coach named Daniel the team‘s 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 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 found that these other kids couldn‘t 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 condition. 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 told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn‘t 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 in 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 wasn‘t 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 Paris.

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 wasn‘t 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 before 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? 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.

That‘s all I could say. I wasn‘t 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 people vanished, and there was just Daniel and me.

He was saying something, but my eyes misted over, and I couldn‘t 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 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 café.

What I said to Daniel was clumsy and trite. It was nothing. And yet, it was everything.

父亲英语（13）

I think my father is a kind man，he love help people，and always forget to do something for himself. He has a good sence of humor，yes，I like that. That always make us happy.

I think he is a friend of mine. Because he always talk with me. I often feel I am not his daughter but his friend.

I think that my father is a good father and also a good worker. He works very hard. So he can't play with me or my mum for long time. He think work will make him happy because work has many funny. So he always teaches me：don't think work is a hard thing.

My father has many hobby. For example，he like reading，and he also like play computer game. He use his hobby to realx. He can feel very happy if he work，and also play.

He is a good man，isn't he?

父亲英语（14）

Flowers are a wonderful gift of nature. Everyone likes them. Flowers portray love，happiness，joy and all the other positive emotions. Since time immemorial flowers have been an integral part of every celebration and festival.

But there has been a misconception. Flowers are mainly associated with feminine gender. It is forgotten that men to have a soft side to them. Gift your father a bouquet of flowers on Father's Day and he surely will be overjoyed. Flowers，especially architectural and bold like tropical flowers，which are masculine，long lasting，tall and sturdy like the fathers usually are，can be

given. White and Red Rose are known to be the official flowers of Father's Day. People wear a white rose to honor a father who has deceased and a red rose for a father who is living.

父亲英语（15）

Everyone has a father. My father is of middle height. He is stout and severe looking, with keen expressive eyes. On first sight you may feel he is hard to approach. In fact he is very kind and considerate. Appearance is often misleading, so judge not by appearance.

I believe my father is a talented man. He is decisive and efficient in doing things. By his own talents and efforts, he has secured for the family a good soclal position and a comparatively rich life. People of all fields come to my house and, as a result, I gain lots of hard-earned social experiences and see more joys and sorrows of the world.

But at home, he is a harsh parent. He has high expectations of me. When I am lazy and idling away my time, I can see that it hurts him deeply. When I am doing something great, such as writing a book, he is more than excited. With such a father I am always reminded to go on and on, never give up.

我的父亲

父亲人皆有之。我的父亲中等身材，长得结实，一双锐利而富有友情的眼睛看上去很严肃。乍一看，你还以为他是难以接近的人，实际上，他很体贴入微、善解人意。外表往往误导，所以，决不能以貌取人。

我相信我的父亲是一个有才能的人，他办事果断有力。他依靠自己的才干和努力，使我们的家庭获得了良好的社会地位和比较宽裕的生活。各行各业的人到我家来，从而使我获得了许多极为难得的社会经验和人世沧桑的真切体验。

但是在家里，他是个严厉的家长。他对我期望很大。每当我偷闲时，我能看出我已深深地刺痛了他的心。而当我作些大事比如写书时，他则激动不已。有这样一个父亲，我时常提醒自已要不断前进，永不停息。

父亲英语（16）

It was a transitional time in Daniel‘s 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 Long 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 five, 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? And 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. 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 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 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 don‘t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell 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 peers. 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 didn‘t happen that way. He failed to move up from the junior varsity team. But he stuck it out. Eventually, as a senior, he moved up to the varsity. He won half the team‘s games. At graduation, the coach named Daniel the team‘s 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 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 found that these other kids couldn‘t 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 condition. 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 told Daniel that the great failing in my life had been that I didn‘t 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 in 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 wasn‘t 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 Paris.

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 wasn‘t 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 before 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? 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.

That‘s all I could say. I wasn‘t 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 people vanished, and there was just Daniel and me.

He was saying something, but my eyes misted over, and I couldn‘t 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 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 café.

What I said to Daniel was clumsy and trite. It was nothing. And yet, it was everything.

父亲英语（17）

Every year the third Sunday of June is father's day (father 's day). In people celebrate mother's day at the same time, did not forget his father's achievements.

The world's first father's day in 19 years was born in the United States, by living in the United States in spokane, Washington (spokane) Bruce Mrs Dodd (Mrs. Dodd, Sonora Louise smart dodd). Mrs Dodd's mother, with their sixth child died of dystocia. Mr Dodd's father, William smart (Mr. William smart) participated in the civil war, in his wife's death, alone on a rural farm in eastern Washington state, to undertake the important task of raising six children, and education.

Mrs Dodd, second, it is the only girl in the home, women's careful, let her more can understand his father's toil: Mr Smart working hard during the day, evening go home to take care of the housework and each child's life. After decades of hard, children finally grow up. When the children look forward to let Mr Smart abetted, Mr Smart but due to years of overwork died 19 years.

Mr Smart died years, 19 years when Mrs Dodd, attending church, mother's day after Thanksgiving week, particularly miss her father; Mrs Dodd heart understand, her father in the process of raising children is to love and hard work, as any mother. Mrs Dodd will tell her feelings to rui said the pastor of the church (rev. Rasmus), hope to have a special day, memory of all the great father. Her idea has got the thumbs up from the priest, supported by the church groups at the same time; Mrs Dodd immediately wrote a letter to the mayor and the state expressed their ideas, and proposed to her father's birthday, every year on 5 June as father's day.

Spokane mayor and governor of Washington state, said publicly in favor of the state to adopt the proposal at the same time, change the feast on the third Sunday in June. On June 19, 19 years, Mrs Dodd in spokane, Washington, held the first father's day celebration all over the world. In the same time, other towns across the United States people are beginning to celebrate a father's day.

Today is the annual father's day, when I ask where is mom dad, mom asked me to do, I say: today is father's day, I prepared a father's father's day gift for my father. Mother asked me what it is, I say is confidential.

I went to a restaurant, dad in, kissed on dad's face, and said, dad, I wish you a happy holiday. Mother suddenly enlighted, said: you father's father's day gift is well, really precious!

At noon, I'm going to give my dad a gift, this gift, although is not very good, but, dad, I am sure that you think I'm a good gift, this gift is two posters, these two posters are two of my favorite posters, because, this is two posters, stickers, now that I love, the father should also be like.

I still have some words want to say to my father: dad, you were laborious, you always trust, never hit me, scold me. Not when the mother angry, you can make mom feel relieved, I admire you! If, dad what like today, I must buy my father; What if, dad wanted to play, I must play with my father; What if dad want to reading, I must show my dad; If dad want to... Today, my father wanted me to do, I will do, because, today is father's day.

Father's day, father was very happy, because my gift to dad dad is very like, and I one day performance is very good, dad told me that this is he received the best gift for father's day.

Today I was at the shopping mall and I spent a lot of time reading the Fathers Day cards. They all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how I feel about you. Yet as I selected and read, and selected and read again, it occurred to me that not a single card said what I really want to say to you.

Youll soon be 84 years old, Dad, and you and I will have had 55 Fathers Days together. I havent always been with you on Fathers Day nor have I been with you for all of your birthdays. It wasnt because I didnt want to be with you. Ive always been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.

You know, Dad, there was a time when we were not only separated by the generation gap but completely polarized by it. You stood on one side of the Great Divide and I on the other, father and daughter split apart by age and experience, opinions, hairstyles, cosmetics, clothing, curfews, music, and boys.

The Father-Daughter Duel of 54 shifted into high gear when you taught me to drive the old Dodge and I decided I would drive the 54 Chevy whether you liked it or not. The police officer who escorted me home after you reported the Chevy stolen late one evening was too young to understand father-daughter politics and too old to have much tolerance for a snotty 16 year old. You were so decent about it, Dad, and I think that was probably what made it the worst night of my life.

父亲英语（18）

I’ve been happily drifting for a lot of years, Dad, and I didn’t see you getting older.

I suppose I saw us and our relationship as aging together, rather like a fine wine. Numbers never seemed important. But the oddest thing happened last week. I was at a stop sign and I watched as you turned the corner in your car. It didn’t immediately occur to me that it was you because the man driving looked so elderly and fragile behind the wheel of that huge car. It was rather like a slap in the face delivered from out of nowhere. Perhaps I saw your age for the first time that day. Or maybe I saw my own.

就是这样，您我之间的代沟慢慢消失了。现在年龄和其它一些问题的差异把您和我分开，可我们在很多事情的上的看法都是一样的，这可能是因为我们明白了没有那么多的事情值得我们争辩吧。然而，我想提示一下的是，爸爸，飞蝇钓鱼是您最喜欢的一种钓法，您可以说些您想做的手腕动作，站姿和一些没有用的话什么的。

爸爸，虽然我已经漂泊很多年了，但是我很快乐。然而，我却发现您没有变老，还是那么年轻。

随着年龄的增长，我认和我之间的关系慢慢地融洽了好多，就像是一瓶好酒，越陈越香。家人看起来好像没有一点意义似的，但是，上周发生了一件最奇怪的事情，我站在停车标志旁，看见您开着车要拐弯。可是我并没有立刻反映到那是爸爸您。因为那个人开着车，又在那部大车的车轮后面，就显得他岁数很大，身体也很虚弱的样子。可我却感到不知道从哪里飞来的一记耳光似的重重地打在我的脸上，也许，那是我第一次“看见”您的年龄，也许，只有我自己看见罢了。