父愛(ài)，有時(shí)就是放手
tt上六年級(jí)了，小文字越寫越有味道。下面的這篇小文，題目就很有滲透力：《父愛(ài)，有時(shí)就是放手》。這種滲透，TT自然也抵擋不了，他忙忙地把tt的小文翻譯成了英文。
父愛(ài)，有時(shí)就是放手
tt
那時(shí)，我們家還住在八大處。一個(gè)夏天的中午，爸爸領(lǐng)我到院子里練習(xí)騎自行車。
最初，爸爸讓我騎的是四個(gè)輪子的自行車。四輪車很容易騎，即使沒(méi)有保護(hù)也不會(huì)摔倒，所以我很快就練熟了。騎了一會(huì)，爸爸讓我停下來(lái)，他卸掉了自行車上的兩個(gè)輔助輪胎，讓我再試試。我不敢騎，也不想試。爸爸鼓勵(lì)我：“放心騎吧，爸爸會(huì)在后面抓住車把，幫你穩(wěn)定方向。”我將信將疑地騎了上去。爸爸一手在后面扶著車座，一手幫我穩(wěn)定車把，推著我在院子里四處跑。爸爸強(qiáng)而有力的大手把車扶持得很穩(wěn)，這給了我一種很大的安全感，這感覺(jué)真好??！
可是，在一段陡峭的下坡路時(shí)，爸爸突然松開(kāi)了手。我慌了，腦子里一片空白：我還不會(huì)拐彎呢，怎么辦？怎么辦？只見(jiàn)車把一扭，我連人帶車摔了出去，摔得胳膊肘都流血了。我沒(méi)有哭，心里卻滿是委屈，還夾雜著對(duì)爸爸的惱恨。爸爸見(jiàn)狀，一把抱起我，把我舉到了他的膝上：“砣砣，知道爸爸為什么松手嗎？”我不吭氣，只是搖了搖頭。爸爸又說(shuō)：“我是想讓你明白，在你人生的旅程中，爸爸能陪你走一段路，但不可能隨時(shí)隨地永遠(yuǎn)都扶著你走，對(duì)不對(duì)？所以，你要學(xué)會(huì)堅(jiān)強(qiáng)，學(xué)會(huì)自立，學(xué)會(huì)自己面對(duì)挫折。”我點(diǎn)了點(diǎn)頭，鼻子一酸，眼淚不自覺(jué)就流了下來(lái)。
父愛(ài)沒(méi)有母愛(ài)那么溫柔，也沒(méi)有母愛(ài)那么細(xì)致，但卻遠(yuǎn)比母愛(ài)深沉和寬厚。父愛(ài)，有時(shí)就是一種放手。
Sometimes Father’s love is let go
TT
That’s a summer when we lived in Badachu. At a hot noon, Dad was teaching me to ride a bike in the yard.
First I was riding the bike with two supporting wheels in the rear. It was easy. Without Dad’s protection, soon I could ride pretty good. Then Dad stopped me and took off the two supporting wheels. He said “Get on and try this. I will hold the back of the bike and stable it. Trust me.”
I climbed on half believing, half doubting. Dad pushed the bike around the yard. I could feel his strong hands holding the bike very steady, giving me a sense of safety. How cool to have this feeling!
But unexpectedly, at a “steep” slope, Dad suddenly left go of the bike. I didn’t know how to turn yet. I turned and fell down to the ground. My arms bled and it hurt! I didn’t cry but in my heat it’s full of grievance and resentment towards Dad. Seeing this, Dad helped me up and hold me on his knees. He looked into my eyes and said “Tuotuo, do you know why Dad left go of you?” I shook my head and kept silent. He continued, “ Dad wanted you to understand Dad can’t always protect you anytime anywhere. You can’t even depend on Dad. You must learn to be strong and independent.” I thought I understood and nodded. Involuntarily, tears just flew out.
Father’s love is far less tender than Mother’s. But it’s far deeper. In fact, sometimes father’s love is let go.
