很多時(shí)候，父母的愛就像那天空劃過的飛鳥――時(shí)常到來而又不留痕跡。

Most of the time, the love of parents is like a bird that flies in the sky on that day - often comes without leaving a trace.

那是一個(gè)天色昏暗的傍晚，窗外狂風(fēng)大作，我打掃完教室里的衛(wèi)生開始收拾書包，準(zhǔn)備回家?！斑青辏保炜罩型蝗豁懫鹨宦曮@雷，緊接著大雨傾盆而至．我心中暗叫不好，把衣服往頭上一披就向外沖，剛到校門，兩個(gè)熟悉的身影閃入眼簾－－是爸爸，還有媽媽，可他們兩個(gè)人手里都只有一把傘．媽媽笑了笑對(duì)我說：“我和你爸都是直接從辦公室里過來的，沒多帶傘，我倆合打一把吧?！薄安恍校晏?，兩個(gè)合打一把兩個(gè)人都要被打濕，我這把傘給詩豪?！卑职置φf著把傘伸過來。“我和爸爸打一把?！闭f著我跳到爸爸的傘下，爸爸一手舉著傘，一手盡力摟住我的肩，三人兩傘隱沒在水霧之中，那一刻我感到好幸福好幸福。

It was a dusky evening. The wind outside the window was strong. After cleaning the classroom, I began to pack my schoolbag and prepare to go home. "Kazam" -- there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and then the rain poured down. I cried in my heart. I threw my clothes on my head and rushed out. As soon as I got to the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes -- it was my father and my mother, but they both had only one umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me: "your father and I are directly from the office Come on, no more umbrella. Let's play together. " "No, it's raining so hard that both of them will get wet. I'll give this umbrella to Shi Hao." Dad said quickly that he would put out his umbrella. "I'll fight dad." Saying that I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held up the umbrella in one hand and tried to hold my shoulder in the other hand. The three people and two umbrellas disappeared in the mist. At that moment, I felt very happy and happy.

朦朧間，我的腦中突然閃現(xiàn)出一幅又一幅畫面：我想起由于上學(xué)太匆忙而忘了帶走作業(yè)本，老爸發(fā)現(xiàn)后，跑步給我送到教室里；我想起了由于打籃球而忘了回家的時(shí)間，媽媽急急忙忙四處尋找我時(shí)的身影；我想起了給出差在外的爸爸打電話時(shí)，話筒里他急切的聲音：“保險(xiǎn)絲在陽臺(tái)上工具箱里，上保險(xiǎn)絲時(shí)一定不要忘了先拉下閘刀”；我想起了每遇到考試，出家門前媽媽的一句叮嚀：“不要慌，相信自己?！碧嗵嗟耐乱凰查g涌出，讓我不覺潸然淚下。

Hazy, my mind suddenly flashed one picture after another: I remember that I forgot to take my homework book because I was in a hurry to go to school, my father found it, and ran it to my classroom; I remembered that I forgot the time to go home because I played basketball, and my mother was in a hurry to look for me everywhere; I remembered his urgent voice in the microphone when I called my father who was away from business "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony. Don't forget to pull down the knife first when you put it on." I think of my mother's admonition before leaving the house: "don't panic. Believe in yourself." Too many, too many memories come out in a flash, making me cry.

父母的愛就像百合的清香凝成的感動(dòng)，慢慢地匯攏，不再飄散。我想可能世上沒有人會(huì)說不愛自己的父母，但是他們能說自己能完全地回報(bào)父母的愛嗎？也許遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)不能。在父母的眼中，愛就是和你一起走，走再遠(yuǎn)的路也不會(huì)疲倦，所以我永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)忘記爸爸拿著我的作文草稿時(shí)熱切的話語：“改一下，再改一下就可以謄了?！蔽乙膊粫?huì)忘記媽媽一大清早起來為我做早點(diǎn)的身影――一生過于漫長(zhǎng)，此刻就是幸福。

Parents' love is like a lily's fragrance condensed into a moving, slowly converging, no longer floating. I think no one in the world will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents' love? Maybe not. In the eyes of my parents, love is to walk with you, no matter how far I go, I will never forget my father's eager words when he took my draft composition: "change it, change it again, and you can transcribe it." I will not forget that my mother got up early in the morning to make an early figure for me - life is too long, now is happiness.

寫到這，我不禁想起了《圣經(jīng)》中的先知以利亞用手遮住臉，不敢正視上帝的面容。我想，父母是能夠享受到這個(gè)權(quán)利的，他們擁有“上帝”播灑到人間的圣物。

Writing about this, I can't help thinking of Elijah, the prophet in the Bible, covering his face with his hands and not daring to look at God's face. I think that parents can enjoy this right. They have the holy things that "God" spreads on the earth.