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初中生写的关于爸爸的英语美文篇1

My father is thirty-five years old. He is an attractive middle-age. He is an engineer, working in a big factory of my city. His working time is regular, going to office at eight o’clock and coming home at six o’clock. He works hard and becomes an important person in his factory. At weekends, he does not go to work, so that he usually stays at home or take my mother and I go out. In my opinion, my father is a great person. He brings happiness to my family.

我爸爸今年35岁，是个有魅力的中年男人。他是一名工程师，在我们这的一家大工厂工作。他的工作时间很有规律，八点去办公室，六点回家。他工作努力，成为了工厂的重要人物。周末的时候，他不上班，所以他经常待在家或是带我和妈妈出去玩。在我看来，我爸爸是个伟大的人，他给我的家庭带来了幸福。

初中生写的关于爸爸的英语美文篇2

Father was my first teacher and is my dear friend. When I was a little girl, I used to sit on my father’s knees, listening to his stories. The story “Two friends and a Bear” told me “ a friend in need is a friend indeed.” I will never forget the story “Madame Curie” which tells me a truth “where there is a will, there is a way.” Father’s stories enriched my life and did a lot of good to my growth.

When I was seven years old, I started primary school. I was young, so my father picked me up from school every day. On the way, I told father everything that happened at school. Father listened carefully and always smiled happily. Sometimes I sang a beautiful song. My sweet and lovely voice gave my father the greatest pride. My father is always proud of me. He hopes I will make great progress in my study. Now I have made up my mind to study harder and harder.

I’m sure my father’s love will lead me to my success and I will love him forever!

初中生写的关于爸爸的英语美文篇3

My father always stands in the center of my life, from past till now and possibly in the future.

My family was rather poor when I was in my childhood. We didn't have our own house and had to live in a shabby, small room rented from my father's factory. The room was so small that there was little space for people to walk. I didn't have my own bed and had to sleep with my parents. This is terrible both for my parents and me.

But father made this all different! Since the room was on the third floor, namely, the top floor in that old style building, the roof was quite high above the floor. So father got an idea. He bought two thick ropes and a flat wood that later was planed smooth, painted and drilled two holes on both ends.

Then he hung the ends of ropes up to the roof. During the daytime, these two ropes would be tied up so that people down could walk freely! When night came, father would loose the ropes and tied them to the two holes of that flat wood. The length of these ropes was just long enough for me to sit or sleep on the board without other's help.

So in this way my lovely, removable bed was born.

When winter came, this special bed obviously wouldn't be able to make me feel warm enough. But father always had his so lution! He built a garret using some flat wood and iron sticks right above the bed. With some used iron tubes, he made an iron ladder for us to climb up to the garret. Besides, he made a wood en desk for me to do my homework, and some simple furniture for my clothes, books and something else he had in fact made a small bedroom for me.

At first, my mother and I dared not climb for fear that it might collapse. But father climbed it everyday to prove its safety. The garret looked simple even shabby and the ladder seemed to decline soon. But later when I got used to it, I found it as solid as those made by professional carpenters.

I carried all my personal things onto that garret. My father and I pasted red papers on the wall and painted the ugly furniture red. So the garret became the first "room" that belonged to me.When I was about to move to my new house, I just didn't want to leave. That garret was created with my father's love and sweat and intelligence, beautified with my hand and filled with so many sweet memories of my family! That hard but sweet life time would live in my memory forever with father stands in the center of it.