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.
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.
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.
Father's Day is coming again.
Father's day, what a memorable day! Since I came to the world, my father took my little hand, with the great and ordinary father's love, took me through more than ten years, during which there was happiness, happiness, bitterness and tiredness. I will not forget how my father praised me when I faced success, and told me that "there are people outside, there are days outside." I will not forget how my father encouraged me and comforted me when I faced setbacks. For thousands of days and nights, my smile comforted him, my troubles worried him, my haste worried him, my business became his business, he always cared about me. I know that I will always be his child in the eyes of my father. He will always give me more care and love. He is like a guardian angel who will always protect me.
Father's day? Today. Everyone must ask me, how can I celebrate the festival without my father? Please keep looking down!
Today is father's day. My mother and I agreed early that we would go to my grandma's house for father's day. So the first thing I wake up in the morning is to be busy with my homework so that I can have more time to play for a while. Because yesterday I wrote Chinese and math, today I just need to finish writing English.
Somwhr along th lin, th gnration gap vaporatd. Ag sparats us now and littl ls. W agr on most vrything, prhaps bcaus w’v larnd thr isn’t much worth disagring about. Howvr, I would lik to mntion that fly fishing isn’t all you’v crackd it up to b, Dad. You can say what you want about wrist action and stanc and blah, blah, blah... I’v bn happily drifting for a lot of yars, Dad, and I didn’t s you gtting oldr. I suppos I saw us and our rlationship as aging togthr, rathr lik a fin win. Numbrs nvr smd important. But th oddst thing happnd last wk. I was at a stop sign and I watchd as you turnd th cornr in your car. It didn’t immdiatly occur to m that it was you bcaus th man driving lookd so ldrly and fragil bhind th whl of that hug car. It was rathr lik a slap in th fac dlivrd from out of nowhr. Prhaps I saw your ag for th first tim that day. Or mayb I saw my own.
Father’s Day is on the third Sunday of June. Everyone will express their love to fathers. In Chinese tradition, the role of father is always described as a quiet man. Though he doesn’t talk much, the way he shows his love can be seen all the time. Father deserves the applause as mother.
Most people’s impression about a father comes from a classic article they learned in primary school. The article described a traditional father sent his son to school at the station. When the boy saw his father’s back, he felt so touched. The essay has been read by generations and they know a father’s way to show love.
Today I was at the shopping mall and I spent a lot of time reading the Father’s 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.
You’ll soon be 84 years old, Dad, and you and I will have had 55 Father’s Days together. I haven’t always been with you on Father’s Day nor have I been with you for all of your birthdays. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you. I’ve always been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.
Father's day is coming soon, I want to say to you in advance: "father, happy father's day!" My dad loved me so much that I went to work every day, no matter how late I went home. I was already asleep, and he was going to see me.
I remember once my father took me to play in the park, there are a lot of parents with children playing, dad told me to sit bumper car, I drive a, dad drive a collision back and forth, present the field feel particularly exciting, very funny, of my eyes mi became a line. The father then took me to sit ferris wheel, frighten me is so high I did not dare to sit, then dad gave me courage, is my umbrella, hence with dad on the ferris wheel, this day I am the most happy.
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。