五年級的父親節作文范文（通用4篇）

五年級的父親節作文范文 篇1

　　在我眼中，您是嚴厲的，是喜歡生氣的，是負責扮演壞角色，是不喜歡照相的。

　　翻開相冊，我努力尋找著您高大的身影，可惜，我失敗了。我如今才知道為何你不照相。每次去旅游時，你總會帶上相機，在旅游景點里除了照風景，就是給我們照相了。我擺出千奇百怪的造型，你總會說聲：“真棒”。每次媽媽讓你和我合影，你總會說：“老了，不上相”。如今，我才知道你的意思。——謝謝您！爸爸，使我出現在一張張美麗的風景相中。您知道嗎？您才是我看過最美的風景中最美的一張。

　　您每次外出工作，您不知道我有多么的不舍。就在這一星期日，你又要回合肥，當你說要走時，家里頓時寂靜了起來，我不敢用眼睛直視您，只看見妹妹用可憐的眼睛望著您。我想哭，又不想讓您看到我的脆弱，只聽見媽媽用沙啞的聲音說：“東西帶齊了嗎？”“嗯”媽媽晃了晃我，仿佛要讓我說什么，我的話在嘴邊，卻又咽了回去，我看著您收拾著東西，我知道此時我已無話可說，只聽見爸爸說最后一句：“走了啊。”門關上了。我的眼睛濕潤了。我知道誰都理解不了我的心情。當看見您高大的身影時，我想對您說聲：“我愛您”。當給您打電話時，我想對您說：“開車小心點，別喝那么多灑。”可是這些話在我嘴邊又給咽了下去。

　　我真的不知此時我在寫什么、我要寫什么，我真的想對您說：“我愛您”。即使別人不理解，即使您聽不到我想對您說的，即使你現在遠方。

五年級的父親節作文范文 篇2

　　Fifty years ago this spring we planted kohlrabi together in a garden in Charles City， Iowa。

　　I didn’t know then that I would remember that day for the rest of my life。 This week， we’ll plant kohlrabi together again， perhaps for the last time but I hope not。 I don’t understand why planting kohlrabi with you is so important to me but it is。 And the funny thing about it is， well， I don’t know quite how to tell you this， Dad.......I don’t even like kohlrabi.......but I like planting it with you。

　　I guess what I’m trying to say， Dad， is what every son and daughter wants to say to their Dad today。 Honoring a Father on Father’s Day is about more than a Dad who brings home a paycheck， shares a dinner table， and attends school functions， graduations， and weddings。 It isn’t even so much about kohlrabi， ’54 Chevrolets， and fly—fishing。 It’s more about unconditionally loving children who are snotty and stubborn， who know everything and won’t listen to anyone。 It’s about respect and sharing and acceptance and tolerance and giving and taking。 It’s about loving someone more than words can say，and it’s wishing that it never had to end。

　　I love you， Dad。

五年級的父親節作文范文 篇3

　　dear dad，

　　today i was at the shopping mall and i spent a lot of time reading the father’s day cards. they all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how i feel about you. yet as i selected and read, and selected and read again, it occurred to me that not a single card said what i really want to say to you.

　　you’ll soon be 84 years old, dad, and you and i will have had 55 father’s days together. i haven’t always been with you on father’s day nor have i been with you for all of your birthdays. it wasn’t because i didn’t want to be with you. i’ve always been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.

　　you know, dad, there was a time when we were not only separated by the generation gap but completely polarized by it. you stood on one side of the great divide and i on the other, father and daughter split apart by age and experience, opinions, hairstyles, cosmetics, clothing, curfews, music, and boys.

　　the father-daughter duel of ’54 shifted into high gear when you taught me to drive the old dodge and i decided i would drive the ‘54 chevy whether you liked it or not. the police officer who escorted me home after you reported the chevy stolen late one evening was too young to understand father-daughter politics and too old to have much tolerance for a snotty 16 year old. you were so decent about it, dad, and i think that was probably what made it the worst night of my life.

　　our relationship improved immensely when i married a man you liked, and things really turned around when we begin making babies right and left. we didn’t have a television set, you know, and we had to entertain ourselves somehow. i didn’t know what to expect of you and mom as grandparents but i didn’t have to wait long to find out. those babies adored you then just as they adore you now. when i see you with all your grandchildren, i know you’ve given them the finest gift a grandparent can give. you’ve given them yourself.

　　somewhere along the line, the generation gap evaporated. age separates us now and little else. we agree on most everything, perhaps because we’ve learned there isn’t much worth disagreeing about. however, i would like to mention that fly fishing isn’t all you’ve cracked it up to be, dad. you can say what you want about wrist action and stance and blah, blah, blah...

　　i’ve been happily drifting for a lot of years, dad, and i didn’t see you getting older.

　　i suppose i saw us and our relationship as aging together, rather like a fine wine. numbers never seemed important. but the oddest thing happened last week. i was at a stop sign and i watched as you turned the corner in your car. it didn’t immediately occur to me that it was you because the man driving looked so elderly and fragile behind the wheel of that huge car. it was rather like a slap in the face delivered from out of nowhere. perhaps i saw your age for the first time that day. or maybe i saw my own.

　　fifty years ago this spring we planted kohlrabi together in a garden in charles city, iowa.

　　i didn’t know then that i would remember that day for the rest of my life. this week, we’ll plant kohlrabi together again, perhaps for the last time but i hope not. i don’t understand why planting kohlrabi with you is so important to me but it is. and the funny thing about it is, well, i don’t know quite how to tell you this, dad...i don’t even like kohlrabi...but i like planting it with you.

　　i guess what i’m trying to say, dad, is what every son and daughter wants to say to their dad today. honoring a father on father’s day is about more than a dad who brings home a paycheck, shares a dinner table, and attends school functions, graduations, and weddings. it isn’t even so much about kohlrabi, ’54 chevrolets, and fly-fishing. it’s more about unconditionally loving children who are snotty and stubborn, who know everything and won’t listen to anyone. it’s about respect and sharing and acceptance and tolerance and giving and taking. it’s about loving someone more than words can say，and it’s wishing that it never had to end.

　　i love you, dad.

五年級的父親節作文范文 篇4

　　山，那樣高大、穩重、深沉;而我，只想擁有一份屬于我自己的父愛，如山一樣的父愛。從我能用文字記錄下一些東西開始，大大小小有關母親的文章我寫過不下十幾篇，可關于父親的卻一篇也沒有。這并不是因為父親不愛我，更不是我不愛父親，而是在我的記憶里，只記得他不停奔波的身影。然而今天，當我作為一個小學生去回憶這十幾年來我得到的父愛點滴時，我才真正感受到父愛的偉大。

　　記得，那是我上小學二年級時，父親剛剛調動了工作，顯得十分繁忙，每個禮拜離開家五天去工作，也許是因為總見不到他的緣故吧，一次晚飯后，我終于向他說出了一句我忍了好幾天，至今仍讓我后悔的`話：“你太不關心我了!”其實說完，我也沒當一回事。然而，在第二天，母親卻告訴我，父親因為我說的這句話，在床上輾轉反側，徹夜未眠，甚至落下了眼淚。媽媽說，這是她頭一次見到一個大男人這樣傷心。我那時年幼無知，只是聽聽，并沒有多在意。

　　然而，就在，父親度過了40歲生日時，紅酒旁，燭光下，媽媽提起了這件往事，而我，卻低著頭，不禁流下了一顆顆慚愧的淚水。的確，父親和我在一起的時間并不多，但仔細想想，他給予我的愛一點也不少——他酷愛讀書，每次去書店都會很樂意地為我挑選合適的書籍，讀到好文章時，也會剪下來給我看，和我一起分享;在我受到挫折時，給我鼓勵，給我打氣;在我春風得意之時，他又不時給我敲響了警鐘……

　　父愛如山;父愛寬容;父愛堅強，他守護著我，保護著我，讓我有了安全感。父親雖不像母親那樣細心，沒有那么多兒女情長，也不善表露自己的情感，但卻用肩膀默默撐起了這個家。對父愛的理解，只有你親身去品味，才能體驗出其中的甜蜜。有人說，母愛是世上最偉大的的愛，可我覺得父愛同母愛一樣——那么平凡，但又閃著光彩。就如同“絲絲春雨，潤物細無聲”。

　　在我心里，我始終堅信著“父愛”，但我更喜歡叫父親為“爸爸”，因為我覺得“爸爸”更親切些!在這里我只想說一句：“爸爸的愛，如山!”