经典亲情英语散文

经典亲情英语散文

学习啦在线学习网 　　英语散文以优美的语言、流畅的句子、生动的描述,给人以美的享受,满足人类心灵的要求,具有很高的审美属性。下面学习啦小编为大家带来经典亲情英语散文，欢迎大家阅读!

　　经典亲情英语散文：我与妈妈有个约会

　　After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. I started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife’s idea.

学习啦在线学习网 　　“I know that you love her,” she said one day, taking me by surprise. “But I love YOU,” I protested. “I know, but you also love her.”

　　The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, then said, “I would like that very much.”

学习啦在线学习网 　　That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

　　We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded.

　　During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation — nothing extraordinary — but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

学习啦在线学习网 　　A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. At that moment I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time”.

学习啦在线学习网 　　结婚21年后，我发现了保持爱之火花的一种新方法。我开始与另一个女人出去约会。其实这还是我妻子的主意呢。

　　“我知道你爱她，”有一天她对我说，这令我感到惊奇。“但我也爱你，”我声明。“我知道，不过，你也爱她。”

　　我妻子想让我去拜访的另一个女人就是我的妈妈，她守寡19年了，但由于我的工作需要以及有三个孩子要抚养，我很少有机会去看望她。那天晚上，我打电话约她吃饭看电影。“出什么事了?你还好吧?”她问。我妈妈是那种认为深夜电话或出其不意的邀请代表坏消息征兆的女人。“我觉得与您共度一段时间将是一件愉快的事，”我这样回答。“就我们两个人。”她想了一想，便说：“其实我很想这样。”

学习啦在线学习网 　　于是周五下班后，我开车去接她。我有点儿不安。到了她的住所，我注意到，她对我们的约会好像也有些紧张。她穿着外套在门口等我。她将头发盘了起来，并且穿着最后一次结婚纪念日那天穿的套装，天使般容光焕发的脸上带着笑容。“我告诉朋友们我要跟儿子出去约会，他们都很感动，”上车时她对我说。“他们急迫地想了解我们约会的情况。”

学习啦在线学习网 　　我们去了一家虽不是一流却很优雅舒适的饭店。妈妈挽着我的手臂，宛如第一夫人。我们坐下后，我开始看菜单。她的眼睛现在只能看清一些大字。透过条目的缝隙，我抬眼看到妈妈正坐在那儿盯着我，嘴上带着怀旧的笑容。“你小的时候，都是我看菜单，”她说。“现在轮到您休息了，该我回报您了，”我答道。

　　吃饭的时候，我们谈得很愉快——也没什么特别的事——只是简单描述一下彼此生活中最近发生的事。我们谈得太尽兴以至错过了看电影。当我送她回到家时，她说：“我会再跟你出去约会，但必须是我邀请你。”我同意了。

　　“饭吃得怎么样啊?”回到家时我妻子问。“非常好。比我想象中要好得多。”我回答。

学习啦在线学习网 　　几天后，妈妈由于严重的心脏病发作去世了。发生的如此突然以至我没有机会为她做任何事。那一刻，我明白了及时说出“我爱你”以及给予我们所爱的人他们应该得到的时间的重要性。生命中没有什么比你的家庭更重要。多花些时间陪陪你的家人，因为这些事情不能被推迟到“改天”。

　　经典亲情英语散文：与父共舞

学习啦在线学习网 　　I am dancing with my father at my parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary. The band is playing an old-fashioned waltz as we move gracefully across the floor. His hand on my waist is as guiding as it always was, and he hums the tune to himself in a steady, youthful way. Around and around we go, laughing and nodding to the other dancers. We are the best dancers on the floor, they tell us. My father squeezes my hand and smiles at me.

　　As we continue to dip and sway, I remember a time when I was almost three, and my father came home from work, swooped me into his arms and began to dance me around the table. My mother laughed at us, told us dinner would get cold. But my father said, “She’s just caught the rhythm of the dance! Dinner can wait!” And then he sang out “Roll out the barrel, let’s have a barrel of fun,” and I sang back, “Let’s get those blues on the run.” That night he taught me to polka, waltz and do the fox trot while dinner waited.

　　We danced through the years. When I was five, my father taught me to “shuffle off to Buffalo”. Later we won a dance contest at a Campfire Girls Round-Up. Then we learned to jitterbug at the USO place downtown. Once my father caught on to the steps, he danced with everyone in the hall — the women passing out doughnuts, even the GI’s. We all laughed and clapped our hands for my father, the dancer.

　　One night when I was fifteen, lost in some painful, adolescent mood, my father put on a stack of records and teased me to dance with him. “C’mon,” he said, “let’s get those blues on the run.” I turned away from him and hugged my pain closer than before. My father put his hand on my shoulder, and I jumped out of the chair screaming, “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! I am sick and tired of dancing with you!” The hurt on his face did not escape me, but the words were out, and I could not call them back. I ran to my room sobbing hysterically.

　　We did not dance together after that night. I found other partners, and my father waited up for me after dances, sitting in his favorite chair, clad in his flannel pajamas. Sometimes he would be asleep when I came in, and I would wake him saying, “If you were so tired, you should have gone to bed.”

　　“No, no,” he’d say. “I was just waiting for you.”

学习啦在线学习网 　　Then we’d lock up the house and go to bed.

　　My father waited up for me all through my high school and college years while I danced my way out of his life.

　　One night, shortly after my first child was born, my mother called to tell me my father was ill. “A heart problem,” she said. “Now, don’t come. Three hundred miles. It would upset your father. We will just have to wait. I’ll let you know.”

学习啦在线学习网 　　My father’s tests showed some stress, but a proper diet restored him to good health. Little things, then, for a while. A disc problem in the back, more heart trouble, a lens implant for cataracts. But the dancing did not stop. My mother wrote that they had joined a dance club. “You remember how your father loves to dance.”

　　Yes, I remember. My eyes filled up with remembering.

　　When my father retired, we mended our way back together again; hugs and kisses were common when we visited each other. But my father did not ask me to dance. He danced with the grandchildren; my daughters knew how to waltz before they could read.

　　“One, two, three and one, two, three,” my father would count out, “won’t you come and waltz with me?” Sometimes my heart would ache to have him say those words to me. But I knew my father was waiting for an apology from me, and I could never find the right words.

　　As the time for my parents’ fiftieth anniversary approached, my brothers and I met to plan the party. My older brother said, “Do you remember that night you wouldn’t dance with him? Boy, was he mad! I couldn’t believe he’d get so mad about a thing like that. I’ll bet you haven’t danced with him since.”

学习啦在线学习网 　　I did not tell him he was right.

　　My younger brother promised to get the band.

　　“Make sure they can play waltzes and polkas,” I told him.

　　“Dad can dance to anything,” he said. “Don’t you want to get down, get funky?” I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father.

学习啦在线学习网 　　When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. They glided around the room, inviting the others to join them. The guests rose to their feet, applauding the golden couple. My father danced with his granddaughters and then the band began to play the “Beer Barrel Polka.”

学习啦在线学习网 　　“Roll out the barrel,” I heard my father sing. Then I knew it was time. I knew the words I must say to my father before he would dance with me once more. I wound my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder.

学习啦在线学习网 　　“Excuse me,” I said, almost choking on my words, “but I believe this is my dance.”

学习啦在线学习网 　　My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was fifteen. In a trembling voice, I sang, “Let’s get those blues on the run.”

　　My father bowed and said, “Oh, yes. I’ve been waiting for you.”

学习啦在线学习网 　　Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other’s arms, pausing for a moment so we could catch once more the rhythm of the dance.

　　在父母五十周年结婚纪念日那天我与父亲跳舞了。乐队演奏着旧式的华尔兹，我们在地板上优美地滑动着。他的手环着我的腰，像以往一样指引着我，平和而又充满活力地哼着调子。我们跳了一圈又一圈，不时地向其他舞者笑着点头致意。他们说我们是舞场中最优秀的舞者。父亲握着我的手，露出了微笑。

　　我们继续着舞步，这时我想起在我三岁那年，父亲下班回家，一把将我搂在怀里，围着桌子开始跳舞。母亲笑着说，饭都要凉了。但父亲却说：“她刚好跟上舞蹈的节奏，饭可以等会再吃。”然后，他开始哼唱：“Roll out the barrel, let's have a barrel of fun。”我就唱道：“Let's get those blues on the run。”那天晚上，他教我跳波尔卡、华尔兹，还教我跳狐步舞。那晚我们连饭都没吃。

　　我们每天都要跳舞。在我五岁时，父亲教我跳shuffle off to Buffalo。后来，我们在露营少女团夏令营中，赢得了舞蹈比赛的冠军。我们还去美国劳军联合组织所在的地方表演吉特巴舞。每次父亲进入舞池之后，都会与所有的人跳舞，与在场的女士们旋转，甚至还有士兵。我们都为父亲欢呼、鼓掌，因为他是一个真正的舞者。

　　我十五岁那年的一个晚上，或许由于青春期的多愁善感，我非常悲伤。父亲拿出一堆唱片，非要我跟他跳舞。“来吧，”他说，“Let's get those blues on the run。”我没理他，独自承受着自己的痛苦。他走过来把手放在我的肩上。我跳下椅子，对他吼道：“别碰我!别碰我!我讨厌和你跳舞!”我看到了他脸上受伤的表情，但话已出口，我无法收回。我痛哭着跑回了房间。

　　从那之后，我再也没和父亲跳过舞。我有了其他舞伴，而父亲总是会穿着法兰绒睡衣，坐在自己最喜欢的椅子上，等我回家。有时当我回来，他已经睡着了。我便把他叫醒，告诉他：“既然你这么累，就该早点去睡觉。”

　　他总是会说：“不，没有。我在等你呢。”

　　然后，我们就锁上房门，各自去睡了。

　　在我上高中和大学的几年里，每次我出去跳舞，父亲都会一直等我回家。

学习啦在线学习网 　　在我的第一个孩子出生不久的一个晚上，母亲打电话告诉我说父亲病了：“是心脏的问题。现在不要过来，三百英里太远了，你父亲会生气的。等等吧，有了结果我会告诉你。”

　　父亲的检查显示他压力有些过重，不过合理的饮食使他恢复了健康。只是暂时的小毛病。背部椎间盘问题，心脏问题，白内障晶体移植。但是他从未停止跳舞。母亲写信说他们参加了一个舞蹈俱乐部。“你还记得你父亲多么喜欢跳舞吗?”

　　是的，我记得。我的眼中充满了对过去的回忆。

　　父亲退休之后，我们又聚在了一起。每次见面，我们都要相互拥抱，亲吻。但是父亲从未让我陪他跳舞。他和外孙女们跳舞。我的女儿们还不识字就知道怎么跳华尔兹。

　　“一、二、三，一、二、三，”父亲总是数着舞步。“能来和我跳支华尔兹吗?”每次我希望父亲对我说出这句话的时候，心里都会感到阵痛。但是我知道父亲在等我的道歉，而我总是很难找到恰当的语言。

　　而随着父母结婚五十周年纪念日的到来，我的兄弟和我计划为他们举办一次舞会。我哥哥说：“还记得你拒绝陪他跳舞的那个晚上吗?天哪，他简直疯了。真不敢相信他为了此事竟如此伤心。从那以后，你肯定没和他跳过舞吧。”

　　我没有回答，但他说得没错。

　　弟弟说他能够搞定一支乐队。

　　我告诉他：“一定要保证他们能够演奏华尔兹和波尔卡舞曲。”

　　他说：“爸爸可以跳任何一支曲子。你不想跳吗?是不是很紧张啊?”我没有告诉他，我只是想和父亲再跳一次舞。

　　晚餐过后，乐队开始演奏，父母步入了舞池。他们在房间里翩翩起舞，并邀请其他人加入。客人们都站起来，一齐为这对金婚夫妇喝彩。父亲开始和他的外孙女跳舞，乐队演奏起了“Beer Barrel Polka”。

学习啦在线学习网 　　我听见父亲在唱：“Roll out the barrel”。我知道现在是最佳时机。我知道要想让父亲和我跳舞，我需要说些什么。我穿过人群，拍了拍女儿的肩膀。

　　“对不起。”我说，有一种窒息的感觉。“我想这是我的舞曲。”

　　父亲呆了一样站在那里。我们都注视这对方，思绪飞回到我十五岁的那个夜晚。我用略带颤抖的声音唱道：“Let's get those blues on the run。”

　　父亲鞠躬道：“噢，当然。我一直在等你。”

　　说完，他大笑起来。我们挽着彼此的胳膊，停了一下，以便跟上舞曲的节奏。