很多时候，父母的爱就像那天空划过的飞鸟――时常到来而又不留痕迹。
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.
那是一个天色昏暗的傍晚，窗外狂风大作，我打扫完教室里的卫生开始收拾书包，准备回家。“咔嚓－－”，天空中突然响起一声惊雷，紧接着大雨倾盆而至．我心中暗叫不好，把衣服往头上一披就向外冲，刚到校门，两个熟悉的身影闪入眼帘－－是爸爸，还有妈妈，可他们两个人手里都只有一把伞．妈妈笑了笑对我说：“我和你爸都是直接从办公室里过来的，没多带伞，我俩合打一把吧。”“不行，雨太大，两个合打一把两个人都要被打湿，我这把伞给诗豪。”爸爸忙说着把伞伸过来。“我和爸爸打一把。”说着我跳到爸爸的伞下，爸爸一手举着伞，一手尽力搂住我的肩，三人两伞隐没在水雾之中，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.
朦胧间，我的脑中突然闪现出一幅又一幅画面：我想起由于上学太匆忙而忘了带走作业本，老爸发现后，跑步给我送到教室里；我想起了由于打篮球而忘了回家的时间，妈妈急急忙忙四处寻找我时的身影；我想起了给出差在外的爸爸打电话时，话筒里他急切的声音：“保险丝在阳台上工具箱里，上保险丝时一定不要忘了先拉下闸刀”；我想起了每遇到考试，出家门前妈妈的一句叮咛：“不要慌，相信自己。”太多太多的往事一瞬间涌出，让我不觉潸然泪下。
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.
父母的爱就像百合的清香凝成的感动，慢慢地汇拢，不再飘散。我想可能世上没有人会说不爱自己的父母，但是他们能说自己能完全地回报父母的爱吗？也许远远不能。在父母的眼中，爱就是和你一起走，走再远的路也不会疲倦，所以我永远不会忘记爸爸拿着我的作文草稿时热切的话语：“改一下，再改一下就可以誊了。”我也不会忘记妈妈一大清早起来为我做早点的身影――一生过于漫长，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.
写到这，我不禁想起了《圣经》中的先知以利亚用手遮住脸，不敢正视上帝的面容。我想，父母是能够享受到这个权利的，他们拥有“上帝”播洒到人间的圣物。
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.
