父亲节英语演讲稿

父亲节英语演讲稿
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 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 reason, shapes, figures and letters just did not fall into the rig ht pattern inside hissixyearold mind. His father took him out of school after several months and set him to a man’sjob on the farm.
Years later, his wife, with her fourthgrade 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) 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 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 when a crop failure meant he couldn’t 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 enthusiasm and efficiency brought anoffer to become a line bossuntil 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 by.His health began to fail, 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 meadowwith 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 father’s home for the funeral. 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 Dad’s person. Doc Green felt that apill might have kept him alive long enough to summon help.
I went out to Dad’s 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 ahalfburied brick, which I aimlessly lifted. I noticed underneath it the twisted and battered, yetunbroken, container that had 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, imprintedon the cap, were the words：“Childproof capPush 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 leatherboundpocket dictionary and a gold pen set.
I bade Dad goodbye by placing them in those big hands,once so warm, which had lived so well, but had never learned to write. 父亲节英语演讲稿4
Many years ago, a baby boy came into this world. But unfortunately, he didn't come with 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 saved the baby's 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 anymore.Contest chair, ladies and gentlemen, that baby was me, and that man was my dad. Whenever my mom told people this story, I would always laugh aloud, and my dad would just shake his head and smile quietly.
许多年前，一个男婴来到了这个世界。

但圆满的是他没有“呱呱落地”，从医学角度来说，这是一个很大的问题!好在医生现场反
应很快，也很强悍，一下子把男婴倒提起来，对着屁股一阵狂打。

男婴最终哭了，脱离了生命危急。

当时在场的孩子父亲不干了，对着医生吼道，“你为什么打我的孩子啊?”他并没有意识到医生救了这孩子的命。

男婴不停地哭，这位父亲面带微笑，兴奋地悄悄流泪。

他紧紧地把婴儿抱在怀里，再也没有让医生碰一下这个孩子。

大会主持人，女士们先生们，那个婴儿就是我，那个男的就是我老爸。

每当妈告知别人这个故事时，我总会放声大笑，而老爸则会一边摇头一边悄悄地微笑。

父亲节英语演讲稿5
Who is using the arm of Qiu Jin, for us to put up a brilliant sky?
Who is using the hardworking hands, happy for us to build a home?
Are you, father, a great name but Ordinary!
Father of a mountain, broadminded, the father of rivers to accommodate an umbrella for us so that we stay away from disaster
Father of a vessel, carrying us, brave the wind and waves, love towards the Harbor!
In the eyes of his daughter, the father is more like you are leaning against a tree in spring can love you like fantasy Ganlu drop, moisten with my heart;
Through the summer to enjoy your love, like bursts of breeze, the wind blowing softly beside him;
Taught me to become ripe autumn, your love is to me is that the rich fruits of success
Taught me to become a strong winter, you love the sun are continuously given me confidence and strength!
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun traces of rotation time, quietly climbed up the wind and rain on your face honed, so that you vicissitudes
Not forget, you earnestly to teach the scene
Not forget, you sent her daughter to ride back to school is not to be forgotten, when the daughter of Late in your sad eyes
Is not to be forgotten, when the sick daughter on your face can not forget the scenes of fear, the father and daughter is not to be forgotten ... ... If the situation can be lifecycle the next life, I also make your daughter!。