father＇s love
it was raining and i was dragging myself back from school. father had not got back home yet and i thought he must have forgotten it was my 18th birthday today. if my mother had not died yearsago she would have prepared lots of good dishes for my supper, but now i had to cook a very simple meal, waiting for my father＇s return.
hours l my father did not made me very sad.i couldn＇t help saying to myself, "mum, mum ..." with tears in my eyes. i felt cold and lonely, listening to the wind blowing outside and the drops of rain tapping on the windowpane.
it was about eight o＇clock when suddenly there came a gentle knock. hardly had i answered the door when father came in. he was wet all over with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
"happy birthday, my child," said he, and pretending to be cheerful, put the bouquet of flowers into my hands, "i had been toyour mother＇s gravethia the way home i went to many shops to get this as a birthday present. i hope yon＇ll like it, my dear."
with tears in my eyes, i held the flowers tightly to my chest, saying in a trembling voice, "thank you, love is the best gift for me. "(220words )
父親的愛
天下着雨，我吃力地從學校到家。爸爸還沒有回來，但我想他一定忘了今天是我的18歲生日。如果媽媽現在還活着，她一定會在晚飯中做很多好菜，但現在我只能做簡單的飯菜等爸爸回來。
幾個小時過去了，爸爸還沒有出現，這使我很傷心。我禁不住自言自語，“媽媽，媽媽……”眼裏充滿淚水。聽見外面的風聲和雨打玻璃的聲音，我不禁感到寒冷和孤單。
大約8點鐘，突然傳來輕輕的敲門聲。我剛打開門，爸爸就進來了，他全身溼透了，手裏還拿着一束花。
“孩子，生日快樂，”他說着，強作笑顏把花送到我手中。“今天下午我去你媽媽的墓地了。回家的路上跑了很多商店纔買到這件生日禮物。親愛的`，我希望你能喜歡。”
我把花緊緊放在胸前，不禁熱淚盈眶。用顫抖的聲音說：“謝謝爸爸，您的愛才是給我的最好的禮物。”
