中学生父亲节演讲稿一分钟（精选14篇）
亲爱的老师、同学们：
大家好！
每年六月的第三个星期天是父亲节。
不知道大家是不是和我一样，觉得爸爸总是好严肃，好难和他说心事，我还记得，小时候，每个周末，爸爸都会骑着车带我到一个从来没去过的公园玩，但是长大后，我们几乎不讲话了。随着离家的时间越来越多，我和爸爸之间，渐渐的，也只剩下了沉默。爸爸从来没有称赞过我，我也从来没有说过，我爱他，但是，一直以来，我藏在心里的愿望，始终是要他的肯定啊。
和爸爸之间很难相处，甚至连父亲节的时候都迟迟疑疑的说不出“我爱你”的同学，一定不止我一个吧。
但是，也许我们都忘记了，当我们蹒跚学步时，在远处看着我们的人，是父亲；在我们还没有成型的三观里，教给我们做人的原则和道理的人，也是父亲；在我们第一次离开爸妈去学校上学时，虽然放开了手，却依然在铁栏杆后面默默地望着我们的`人，还是父亲；在我们想要放弃的时候，告诉我们“最重要的事情，就是要坚持一直前行”的人，仍然是父亲啊。
都说父爱如山，父亲在我们的生命中一直是沉默而厚重的角色，回首那些苦涩的过往，总能找到父亲的身影，我想，也是因为有了父亲的沉默的守候，我们才多了一份前行的动力吧。无论我们身在何方，面临什么样的困境，我们的支柱，始终是父亲啊。
我永远忘不了，在一次期中考试之后，我把被揉成一团的成绩条递给爸爸看，当他展开了看到成绩条上模糊的数字时，我都能感觉到他眼里的光一下子就黯淡了下来，仿佛他年轻时所有的意气风发都在我身上消磨殆尽了，他只是沉默了几秒，对我说“你，要加油啊。”我点点头，转身后眼泪再也停不了。而这个时候我才真实的感觉到，小时候，爸爸给予了我很多，而现在的我，是该变成他的翅膀，拂去他的沧桑了，现在该是我回报爸爸的时候了。
相信大家都听说过先生的《目送》这本书吧，中间写到了我们目送父母一步步的离开，但是其实，很多时候不是我们去看父母的背影，更多的时候是我们承受爱我们的人追逐的目光，承受他们不舍的，他们不放心的，满眼的目送。但我们从小到大只管着一心离开，从未回头张望过。我们的这一生，被父母目送着，然后我们会目送着我们的孩子蹦跳着离开。但是我们都很难去回头张望，只因我们知道那份可以依靠的爱一直坚实地存在着。因为有这份爱的存在，我们才能无所畏惧的前行。
最后，我想告诉大家的是，在这个世界上，没有不会消失的身影，爸爸妈妈也总有离开我们的那一天，所以无论是什么样的日子，都要请大家始终怀着感激的心情，去多爱我们的父母一点。因为，也许父母也是存在我们的心里，但是我们，却永远镌刻在他们的生命线上。
谢谢大家！
老师，同学们：
早上好！
马上就是父亲节了，你是否有陪着父亲好好度过这个独属于他的节日呢？
其实父亲节，给了我们一个表达对父亲的尊敬和感激的一个很好的机会。尊重长辈是中国的传统美德，孝敬父母也是道德对我们的要求，作为中国新一代的建设者，这种传统道德品质是不能丢失的。但对父亲的感谢，更多应该是发自于我们的内心，发自于我们内心中对父亲的爱。我们是不是应该像鸟儿和树叶一样知恩，用同样的爱回报父亲呢？
作为子女，我们应该把每天都当成父亲节。我们要时刻铭记着父亲对我们的养育之情，对我们所付出的一切。表达对父亲的感激，只需要我们一颗真诚爱父亲的心。不用华丽的开场，也不用精致的礼物，只要一句简简单单而又满怀真情的问候就可代替千言万语，学业上取得的些许成就就会胜过一切。父亲总是期待自己的孩子能够翱翔天空傲视世界，我们应该不负所望地好好学习，成就自己的理想和父亲的期望。正如贝东芬所说的，你的父亲感到荣耀的莫过于你以最大的热诚继续你的学业，并努力奋发以期成为一个诚实而杰出的人。在以后我们也会成为了自己孩子的父母，我们对长辈的敬爱之情却是永远不能消失的。
如果昨天没有好好陪伴着父亲的同学，不妨今天回家时，给父亲沏一壶茶，给父亲一个大大的拥抱，对父亲说一句您辛苦了。
是谁用虬劲的臂膀，为我们撑起一片灿烂的天空！是谁用勤劳的双手，为我们构建一个幸福的家园！是谁给了我们一片蓝天，给了我们一方沃土！是您，父亲，一个平凡而又伟大的名字！父爱如伞，为你遮风挡雨；父爱如雨，为你濯洗心灵；父爱如路，伴你走完人生。
谢谢大家！
尊敬的老师，亲爱的同学们：
大家好!
父爱，虽不如母爱那般细致，那般精心，却如山一般重，海一般深。
我们呀呀学语时的第一句“爸爸”，便注定了，他，就是我们一生最爱的人，最重要的人。这一声“爸爸”，不是诗篇，胜似诗篇。这一声“爸爸”，是世界上最美妙的音符，是世界上最动听的声音。
一声“父亲”，朴素而又真实，柔软而又坚定。一声“父亲”，饱含了多少情感，流露了多少真情。一声“父亲”诠释了世间最伟大的爱。一声“父亲”，响彻整个世界……
父亲，一个简单的名词，却饱含着无数人无比真挚的感情。父爱虽不及母爱那般无微不至，却可以承受整个世界!
“路上小心啊。”这句我们临出门时母亲总要说的话，而这时，会有一个人深深地凝视着你，这个人，便是父亲。你明白这个眼神渗透着多少爱吗?不，至少我不明白。也许，你根本不知道这个人是谁，因为，你也不曾这样望过父亲一眼。确实，父爱是最容易被埋没的。如果说母爱是鲜花的话，那父爱便是绿草。你真正了解草吗?不，至少我不了解。因为它没有鲜花的那般光彩夺目，但是，如果没有了绿草，那么，再美的鲜花也会变得枯燥，变得乏味，变得不完整。
不耀眼的东西，不代表没有。所以，用心去感悟，用心去聆听，就会发现，父亲的目光也很可爱，父亲的旋律也很动听。
再美好的东西也有失去的那一天。是啊，那天中午，爸爸睡着了，看着爸爸熟睡的脸庞，爸爸变了。熟睡中的爸爸，不再像昔日那般平静，它变得忧伤，变得无奈。尽管已经睡着了，但爸爸的眉头时紧锁着的。不知何时，爸爸的头发中冒出了几根白发。不觉中，泪水模糊了我的双眼，我第一次觉得爸爸变得沧桑。爸爸老了，已不再是那时给我当大马骑的“大哥哥”了。我们让爸爸操碎了心，那紧锁的眉头，疲惫的眼睛，深深地皱纹和那“耀眼”的白发，都深深地刺痛我的心。
如果问我，爱是什么，那么我告诉你，这便是爱，永恒的爱。
后天，也就是6月20日。今天是父亲节！你打算送爸爸什么礼物？要不我给你点建议？
大多数爸爸喜欢熬夜看比赛。如果你和我一样是小球迷，那就跟着你老爸这个老球迷去看一场精彩的比赛。
如果你的父亲不喜欢足球，今天不在家，利用这个机会把他的鞋、袜子和衣服拿出来洗。
但是如果你做不了这么辛苦的工作，那就帮你爸爸戒烟吧！我不想让爸爸抽一辈子烟，但是这一天，我不想让爸爸再抽了，对他说：“今天是父亲节，你不能抽烟，抽烟对身体有害！”
如果你爸爸是一个不抽烟不喝酒不看球的人，那么你可以帮他减轻工作。如果你爸爸是一个晚上想写论文什么的人，那你可以帮他泡杯咖啡或者茶。
不管怎样，在父亲节，我们一定要让爸爸健康快乐！
然后，我的礼物准备好了。父亲节你打算给爸爸什么样的惊喜？
Millions of words are to be told you, my father, but I have no idea where to start. In my heart, deep respect, affection and appreciation towards you are really beyond words of description…
You are always like a mighty mountain, carrying the world on your shoulders. You are always like a broad river, embracing all happiness and sorrow to your bosom. You are always like a solid bridge, assisting me to go through tribulations and hardships. You are always like a firm boat, taking me across all the storms and waves in life…
As a father, you are successful, for you have brought your two daughters into successes envied by others. As a husband, you are admirable, for you have been taking good care of your tender wife all the year round. As a son, you are famous and adorable, for you have been so kind to your parents and your wife’s that everyone around turned up their thumbs on you. And as a doctor, you are regretless, for all the folks in the town think highly of your medical techniques and ethics. But how could you be so miserable with your own son?
When all the village folks came to bid the last farewell to your son, you squatted there as if you were crawling on the ground. You said you had done everything in that way just for the sake of saving our mother, you said you hadn’t expected it like that and you said…
So I came to believe that the HEAVEN is jealous of the real talents, and I thought that your son was trying to escape from this earthly world in front of his seventy-year-old grandmother…
However, it was too late. How much did it take you to send your little son -- apple of your eye, pride of your soul -- to the hearse with your own hands? It was October according to the solar calendar, but how came light snow was descending from the sky and all the village folks were coming to see him off?
All of a sudden, a happy and harmonious family collapsed, and my mother broke down and meanwhile I was adopted by the most famous school -- No. 1 High School…
I didn’t know how you managed to cure my mother’s illness, I didn’t know how you made your lonely way, and I even didn’t know how you alone supported the whole family which almost broke into pieces…
When our mother came to a bit, you always told me all the heart-broken stories of your wife as kind of humorous ones. I was startled on hearing them, but you always put smiles on your face. I cannot remember how many times you smoked hard when you were alone. Obviously you were lost in the meditation of the agony and endless yearn…
Three years later, when my advice note of college matriculation flew into your hands, a smile of happiness and satisfaction burst on your face, and that was the only time ever since my brother went on his way three years before…
As your little daughter, a copy of you, my dear father, I was the only pride you’d like to boast and the only source where you derived all your happiness in those three years. But only your little daughter knew what it meant for you to lose such a remarkable and excellent son in the feudal atmosphere at that time. And only your little daughter knew what would brought to the family with her every single word or deed. She knew what it meant to fail in the college entrance examinations, and she knew no one else was bestowed the great responsibility of reviving the family. Therefore, she was determined to succeed in the examinations…
I still remember how relieved and satisfied you were when you saw me off at the bus station. Maybe it was I that reignited your hope of life. Anyway my mother recovered from her illness, and our family returned to the good lifestyle of long time before.
And I can feel that every time you see my daughter -- your granddaughter, your healthy and lovely granddaughter, you are filled with the passion of life…
Your daughter has recently bought an apartment, and this is greater news to you, for you know that life is changing for the better and even better…
It is Father’s Day today. Hereby your daughter presents you a song of Father to express my blessings to you and my mother for an eternity in life of happiness and health…
Hi, everybody. This Sunday is Father’s Day, and so I wanted to take a moment to talk about the most important job many of us will ever have and that’s being a dad.
Today we’re blessed to live in a world where technology allows us to connect instantly with just about anyone on the planet. But no matter how advanced we get, there will never be a substitute for the love and support and, most importantly, the presence of a parent in a child’s life. And in many ways, that’s uniquely true for fathers.
I never really knew my own father. I was raised by a single mom and two wonderful grandparents who made incredible sacrifices for me. And there are single parents all across the country who do a heroic job raising terrific kids. But I still wish I had a dad who was not only around, but involved; another role model to teach me what my mom did her best to instill – values like hard work and integrity; responsibility and delayed gratification – all the things that give a child the foundation to envision a brighter future for themselves.
That’ s why I try every day to be for Michelle and my girls what my father was not for my mother and me. And I’ve met plenty of other people – dads and uncles and men without a family connection –who are trying to break the cycle and give more of our young people a strong male role model.
Being a good parent – whether you’re gay or straight; a foster parent or a grandparent – isn’t easy. It demands your constant attention, frequent sacrifice, and a healthy dose of patience. And nobody’s perfect. To this day, I’m still figuring out how to be a better husband to my wife and father to my kids.
And I want to do what I can as President to encourage marriage and strong families. We should reform our child support laws to get more men working and engaged with their children. And my Administration will continue to work with the faith and other community organizations, as well as businesses, on a campaign to encourage strong parenting and fatherhood.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned along the way, it’s that all our personal successes shine a little less brightly if we fail at family. That’s what matters most. When I look back on my life, I won’t be thinking about any particular legislation I passed or policy I promoted. I’ll be thinking about Michelle, and the journey we’ve been on together. I’ll be thinking about Sasha’s dance recitals and Malia’s tennis matches –about the conversations we’ve had and the quiet moments we’ve shared. I’ll be thinking about whether I did right by them, and whether they knew, every day, just how much they were loved.
That’s what I think being a father is all about. And if we can do our best to be a source of comfort and encouragement to our kids; if we can show them unconditional love and help them grow into the people they were meant to be; then we will have succeeded.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there, and have a great weekend.
尊敬的老师们，同学们：
在，五月份的第二个星期天是母亲节。而六月份的第三个星期天是父亲节。今天我国旗下的题目是--爱在父亲节。
人们说，母亲的爱是叮咛，如清风拂面。父亲的爱是注目，如烈日当空。想起母亲，是耳鬓白发，是慈母手中线。想起父亲，是转身背影，是严父口施令。性别的微妙差异，让这两种最为真挚的亲情之爱，显得截然不同。
当我们长大成人，我们或更愿意与母亲畅快的沟通，但我们实际上却更依赖于父亲同学们，这个节日虽然是由外国人在一百年之前设立的，但它表达了全世界人民对父亲的尊敬和对长辈的爱戴，因此，我们也应当记住这样的节日。
今天是六月的第三个星期天。也是父亲节，是全世界父亲的节日。为了庆祝父亲节，我决定今天为父亲做烧烤。
终于盼到了中午，迫不及待的开始烧烤。我先把油滴放在微波炉烤盘的中央，然后用手指把油均匀地涂在周围。然后，我把妈妈腌制好的肉片整齐的放在烤盘上，然后轻轻地把烤盘放进微波炉，关上炉门，选择烧烤程序按钮。听我妈说微波炉对人体有辐射，我就暂时回客厅看书了。过了十分钟，我赶紧放下书跑到厨房，打开微波炉的门，把肉片一片一片翻过来，按照妈妈教我的，撒上孜然、盐、胡椒、蒜瓣。然后我又关上微波炉的门，继续加热。五分钟后，微波炉响起了“滴滴”的声音。我满怀期待的打开烤箱门，顿时，一股浓浓的肉香扑面而来，肉熟了。最后，我把烤肉端上桌。一盘香喷喷的烤肉是新鲜出炉的。
爸爸用筷子夹起一块烤肉，放进嘴里，嚼了几下，赞不绝口地说：“对!还不错!”我也赶紧拿起一块塞进嘴里。啊，味道好极了。很快，我和父亲就给了三次、五次、两次后的第一次烧烤“报销”。于是，我又开始制作第二套。
Today, this day reminds us that we depend on to create the cornerstone of life, the most important thing is family. We must recognize, and certainly the cornerstone of every father to play a key role. His father, patience, and coaching, both direction, and words and deeds. Father is a successful example, but also continue to promote the success of our people.
But if we open and injustice, will not admit too many fathers in their place……too many childrens lives where, in too many families, the father of this role is missing. The expense of their home responsibilities, acting like the little boy, not man. The basis of our many family and therefore become weak.
In speaking these words, I knew that I am not a perfect father ——I know I made mistakes, but the future will make mistakes; I hope to have more time than it is now at home, accompanied by his wife and children, but can not do. All I know, but still have to say this. Because even though we are not perfect, even though we face the difficulties, but still there are some lessons we must strive to experience as a father, to sum up the……whether we are black or white, rich or the poor, from poor South or from wealthy suburbs.
The first lesson is that we must make to their children an excellent example ——because if we have high expectations for them, we too, should aim high. You have a job is a good thing, there is a college diploma is good enough. If you are getting married, children around the knee, that could not be better, but not the entire weekend at home watching ESPN Sports "sports center." Many children is under the influence of this growing up near the TV. As a father, as parents, we should spend more time with their children and help them complete their studies, from time to time their TV remote control into the hands of the game or a book. This is the way we lay the cornerstone of the family.
We understand that education is the key to creating childrens future. We understand that in order to obtain good jobs, they compete with children around the world. We appreciate the hard work required for this purpose, learning and should reach the level of education. To truly compete, they need to graduate high school, then college, and perhaps have to take a postgraduate diploma. We shook their hands, that they moved his ass in the librarys seat now!
Bring this idea of excellence instilled into the childs mind, it rely on us as fathers and parents. We have a responsibility to tell our daughters, do not let your own values affect the image of being on television, because I expect you to dream without limit, expect you to pursue those dreams. We have a responsibility to tell our son, although the radio songs glorified violence, but in my house, we celebrate achievements, self-esteem and hard work. We have the responsibility to these expectations, it means that we ourselves must also meet these expectations, we have to do in life, a remarkable example.
The second experience was as a father, we should identify with the values passed to the child. Not sympathy, but empathy ——to put themselves for the sake of others, see the world from the perspective of others. Sometimes we are so easily obsessed with the "we" word, should forget our obligations to each other. Our society has a cultural concept, keep in mind that these obligations is a sign of weakness ——we should not look weak, so we should not be people that care.
However, our young children or children ——girls will observe this. They will see you ignore his wife punched and kicked, they will observe your selfish, so at school or in the street to see the same behavior behavior is not surprising. This requires that we must lead by example, to have empathy with people and pass to our children. We need to set an example to the children, tell them stronger than other people down, but to help others up. This is why we should take responsibility as a father.
We should take these practices to our children a solid foundation. But we should also understand that even if we did, even if we do as fathers and parents to the obligations, even if our government has fulfilled its duties, we will encounter in life are still many difficult challenges. We will still be struggling with the painful days, rain will still be hit.
Therefore, we concluded as a father should be the last experience, we can give children is the most precious gift is hope.
We hope not words of hope, not the kind of blind optimism, or is the problem faced by the willful neglect. I say hope is the kind of misery in the inner spirit ——Even if all the signs are not optimistic that this spirit we believe a better future waiting for us, as long as willing to work for the the struggle. As long as we have this conviction.
We try, we hope, we try to put our house in the most solid foundation to build on. When the wind blows, when the rain when the storm hit our house, we firmly believe that God will guide us, watching us, protect us, to lead his children through the darkest of the hurricane, to a bright bright future. This is Fathers Day today, this day I do pray for everyone, which I hold the future of the countrys hope.
His hands were rough and exceedingly1) strong. He could gently prune2) a fruit tree orfirmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. What I remember most is the special warmthfrom those hands as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of ablue hawk, or a rabbit asleep in its lair. They were good hands that served him well and failedhim in only one thing. They never learned to write.
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 hissix-year-old 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 fourth-grade 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 boss--until 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 ahalf-buried 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：“Child-proof cap--Push 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 leather-boundpocket dictionary and a gold pen set. I bade Dad good-bye by placing them in those big hands,once so warm, which had lived so well, but had never learned to write.
亲爱的老师和同学们：
我想不己有没有父爱。我不知道你脑子里在想什么。你的表情在我面前总是喜怒无常。我发现你对家里的兄弟姐妹很热情，对我却那么冷淡。
去年成绩提高后，我记得你对我很好。我也理解你想看到女人变成凤凰。当我看到你可以在一个看不见的黑暗的早晨送我去学校，我明白你对我的期望有多高。
但是新的一年，我让你失望了。因为一个新老师，虽然半个学期过去了，我还是适应不了他。他的教学方法和以前的张老师有很大的不同，他会过度偏爱他的一个同学，所以我恨他，恨他这个老师。
所以我变得不学无术，一整天都没有把注意力放在学习上。我觉得我不想去。月考结束后，我知道你对我彻底失望了，因为我的成绩已经从大山跌到谷底了。我知道你很失望。我是你的女儿，我怎么会不知道呢？
但是我真的不想学，我讨厌学，我也想提高成绩，但是我讨厌那个老师，不只是普通的老师。考完月考，感觉失去了父爱。我觉得我没有过，但我有的是一个父亲对孩子成就的期待。失去的真正父爱什么时候才能找回？
尊敬的各位、来宾，亲爱的爸爸妈妈、以及同学们：
大家好！
父亲节即将来临，我要感谢爸爸，因为爸爸做好了他的工作：当一位好爸爸。“爸爸”这个职位和“妈妈”一样，都是个崇高的职位，世上不只是只有妈妈好，爸爸也一样。如果，这个家庭是只有妈妈，而没有爸爸的话，是多么糟糕呀！那样，许多父亲干的事，只好是妈妈代替。爸爸是从小教育我们不可缺少的一位教育员，也是引导员，教育我们，引导我们怎么做人，这也是他们的工作。一般回家后，妈妈不会让我去做家务事，而爸爸却让我去做，说：你是家里的一员三联。这些家务活不能只靠妈妈和爸爸去做，你长大以后，也是要做的，难道不能现在学？这一句话，虽然短，但是却让我开始帮助妈妈做事，懂事了许多。
为了我们这个家，爸爸也付出了许多，这样，才有我们圆满的家庭！
谢谢大家！
今天是父亲节。应该送爸爸什么礼物？想想还是给爸爸寄贺卡最有意义。因为还年轻，是体长知识的时期，不会挣钱。所以，我把这个特别的礼物送给爸爸，是最合适也是最有意义的！
我的父母，生我养我送我上学，花了很多人力物力和金钱，让我感恩！为了感谢父母的好意，我在这个父亲节买了一张贺卡，发自内心地写下了几句话：我记得父母对我的爱，在学校听老师的话，遵守学校纪律，好好学习，学好技能，成长为国家有用的材料，回报父母的爱。父亲节快乐！
相信爸爸看到这个特别的礼物一定会觉得很开心！不会嫌弃？不然他会偷偷给我拍手！如果不是这样，就找妈妈要钱，给爸爸买贵重的礼物。爸爸会说：“谁给你钱买这些礼物的？”我想：不仅他不夸我，我还会挨一顿臭骂！
爸爸，父亲节快乐！
His hands were rough and exceedingly1) strong. He could gently prune2) a fruit tree orfirmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. What I remember most is the special warmthfrom those hands as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of ablue hawk, or a rabbit asleep in its lair. They were good hands that served him well and failedhim in only one thing. They never learned to write.父亲节英语演讲稿：My Father’s Hands
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 hissix-year-old 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 fourth-grade 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.