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父母的愛英語(yǔ)作文篇一

our parenting styles compliment each other. his style is a nonstop adventure where no one has to worry about washing their hands, eating vegetables, or getting cavities. my style is similar to mussolini. i‘m too busy worrying to be fun. besides, every time i try, i am constantly outdone by my husband.i bought my children bubble gum flavored toothpaste and i taught them how to brush their teeth in tiny circles so they wouldn‘t get cavities. they thought it was neat until my husband taught them how to rinse by spitting out water between their two front teeth like a fountain.i took the children on a walk in the woods and, after two hours, i managed to corral a slow ladybug into my son‘s insect cage. i was cool until their father came home, spent two minutes in the backyard, and captured a beetle the size of a chihuahua.

i try to tell myself i am a good parent even if my husband does things i can‘t do. i can make sure my children are safe, warm, and dry. i‘ll stand in line for five hours so the children can see santa at the mall or be first in line to see the latest disney movie. but i can‘t wire the vcr so my

children can watch their favorite video.i can carry my children in my arms when they are tired, tuck them into bed, and kiss them goodnight. but i can‘t flip them upside down so they can walk on the ceiling or prop them on my shoulders so they can see the moths flying inside of the light fixture.i can take them to doctor appointments, scout meetings, or field trips to the aquarium, but i‘ll never go into the wilderness, skewer a

worm on a hook, reel in a fish, and cook it over an open flame on a piece of tin foil.

i‘ll even sit in the first row of every little league game and cheer until my throat is sore and my tonsils are raw, but i‘ll never teach my son how to hit a home run or slide into first base.

as a mother i can do a lot of things for my children, but no matter how hard i try--i can never be their father.

父母的愛英語(yǔ)作文篇二

the best kind of love

i’m young again!” she shouts my friend raves on about her new love, i’ve taken a good look at my old one. my husband of almost 20 years, scott, has gained 15 pounds. once a marathon runner, he now runs only down hospital halls. his hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and i want to ask for the check and head home.

when my friend asked me “what will make this love last?” i ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, communication. yet there’s more. we still have fun. spontaneous good times. yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. last saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. even washing dishes can be a blast. we enjoy simply being there are surprises. one time i came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until i reached the walk-in closet. i opened the door to find scott holding a “pot of gold” (my cooking kettle) and the “treasure” of a gift package. sometimes i leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his is understanding. i understand why he must play basketball with the guys. and he understands why, once a year, i must get away from the house, the kids -and even him -to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.

there is sharing. not only do we share household worries and parental burdens - we also share ideas. scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel. though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. he touched my heart when he eplained it was because he wanted to be able to echange ideas about the book after i’d read it.

there is forgiveness. when i’m embarrasssingly loud and crazy at parties, scott forgives me. when he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, i gave him a hug and said, “it’s okay. it’s only money.”there is sensitivity. last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it’s been a tough day. after he spent some time with the kids, i asked him what happened. he told me about a 60-year-old woman who’d had a stroke. he wept as he recalled the woman’s husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. how was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? i shed a few tears myself. because of the medical crisis. because there were still people who have been married 40 years. because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.

there is faith. last tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer. on wednesday i went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after spanorce. on thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of alzheimer’s disease on her father-in-law’s personality. on friday a childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her father had died. i hung up the phone and thought, this is too much heartache for one week. through my tears, as i went out to run some errands, i noticed the boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus outside my window. i heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played. i caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor’s house. the bride, dressed in satin and lace, tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends. that night, i told my husband about these events. we helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows. it was enough to keep us y, there is knowing. i know scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper every night; he’ll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the bo. he knows that i sleep with a pillow over my head; i’ll lock us out of the house at a regular basis, and i will also eat the last chocolate.

i guess our love lasts because it is comfortable. no, the sky is not bluer: it’s just a familiar hue. we don’t feel particularly young: we’ve eperienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies, and created our memories.i hope we’ve got what it takes to make our love last. as a bride, i had scott’s wedding band engraved with robert browning’s line “grow old along with me!” we’re following those instructions.

“if anything is real, the heart will make it plain.”

父母的愛英語(yǔ)作文篇三

love makes the world go to us human is what water to shines the most beautiful light of humanity,we born in it,we live by often we take it as granted,but we should know love is a priceless gift we should cherish.i have heard a saying :the quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly the best way to keep love is to give it is important for us to learn to love as the first class in our life.

love to us human is what water to shines the most beautiful light of humanity,we born in it,we live by often we take it as granted,but we should know love is a priceless gift we should how to cherish the love?i have heard a saying :the quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

it is important for us to learn to love as the first class in our when you know how to love than you will be a real man in this brings us warmth in the fearful coldness,love brings us bright when life gets hard and brings us confidence toward life when we are tired out and want to give up.

love deserves all the admiring words,and love is even beyond the life and is what love is all about in my eyes.

love is an art which involves deep emotion. it is a pure and lofty desire in one's innermost heart. real love means not only a pleasure, but also loyalty and obligation. to love is to give and sacrifice. one who can not create happiness, even make sacrifice for his beloved, cannot be counted as a true lover.

to be loved you have to love. true lovers are willing to sacrifice themselves for each others sake. true love needs no expression in words. one glance is enough to make each other understand. a handshake, a gentle touch inspired by respect and admiration, will leave you intoxicated and remain in your memory. even when you are old you will recall and cherish it with deep emotion.

real love is unforgettable. with the development of science and technology, love becomes more noble, rich, fine and subtle. as is known to all, everyone is born with the right to love and also the right to refuse to return love. human love exists with human beings. wherever there are people, there is love.

let us draw courage, confidence and happiness from love.

love is a ray of sunshine in the winter, the cold and hunger person feels particularly of warmth; love is the desert a spring, make thirsty man have renewed the fire of hope; love is the long drought earth a downpour, is in accordance with the nurses who get warm consolation. love is everywhere, love can not only warm others, still can warm oneself. “send person rose saved” said wasn't it the reason?

everyone needs love, the world need more love. let the world fill with love, is our each person responsibility. because only we are living in a world filled with love, our hearts will have love. you remember on may 12, 20xx the wen chuan earthquake? and you have to listen to the sound of wrenching eclogue tearing cry for help? you still have see that yijuju bloodied corpses? and you had smelt a drop of tears drop? it is the tears of the lost relatives! the tears expressed relatives, but for all the emotion of a lost relatives with emotions, is that who forced them to leave tears? is heaven? is the upbringing of their earth? no, are not. is the relentless disaster, ruthless earthquakes. however earthquake ruthless, people are sentient beings!

yes, in that piles of rubble, we saw that willow father-in-law familiar faces. ah! rescue people, armed police officers is……they came, they come, hope, and we saved, that's rubble a fragile life kept shouting. then, the rescue teams separate search hard in the debris that each the miracle of life. at this time the sweat from their cheeks drop down, but they shrugged it off, continue to perform their duties. their faith: as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they'll pay a thousand times even million times efforts, even pay the cost of life, also a massacre. when a and a survivor had to be rescued, they even systemic injuries, never forget to say the simplest, most plain two words: thank you!

this is the national excellent character!

aftershocks continued, and they -- help angel also had will farther around. this is so great and selfless dedication spirit! it is these great unselfish people, they use oneself that one heart loved too many people, those who be loved man can love continue.

yeah! earthquake ruthless people love! it is the first soldiers, giving us the world too much love, would create a another the miracle of life.

even if we can't do the stars, then you have to do a firefly, although small, but can also lit up the world a certain corner; even if we can't do flowers, then you have to do a single grass, even flimsy, but can also have a green; even if we can't do hero, then you have to be a love person, although identity humble, but also can make victims get a little warm.

let the world fill with love, you and me and he coexistence!

in the beginning, love is always time is slipping away, boredom, be used to, abandonment, loneliness, despair and cold smile will come being eager to stay with someone forever, later, we would felicitate ourselves on leaving him/her. during those transient days, we thought we loved him/her , we got to know it is not love but a lie by which we comfort ourselves.

it is turned out that those who you thought you could not lose, actually, it is not very hard to forget them. you drained up your tears, there will be another one pleasing you. you had plunged yourself into a depression, finally, you found those who do not love you are not worthy of your sadness. recalling those unhappy things, is it a comedy? when your wrong love stops its steps, a brand-new world will be shown to you. all sadness will become history.

for love, imagination is often more beautiful than reality. the same with meeting, also with separation. we thought we would have a deep love toward somebody. incoming days will let you know in fact it just is very shallow, very shallow. the most deep and heaviest love must grow up with days.

with love, two strangers can suddenly be familiar with each other that they sleep on the same bed. however, this two similar people,

while breaking up, say,“i think you are more and more strange to me” it is love that has two strangers become acquaintances, then turning the two acquaintances into strangers is such kind of game which makes two strangers become lovers, then return them into the original situation.

i believe, love can change you, which is the advantage of youth as well as its sorrow. what has men changed perhaps comes from god's love or the mercy of budda, but they are never changed by women. the prodigal are the most unsuitable person for getting married, meanwhile, the most suitable one for marriage as well. it is not women who change the prodigal, she just appear in the very time when the prodigal want to be changed.

when love beckons to you,follow him,though his ways are hard and when his wing sen fold you,yield to him,though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound when he speaks to you,believe in him,though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

for even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

but if, in your fear, you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself. love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. but if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:

to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

to know the pain of too much tenderness.

to be wounded by your own understanding of love;

and to bleed willingly and joyfully.

to wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

to rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

to return home at eventide with gratitude;

and then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.