人生路上，曾歷遍風(fēng)霜。唏噓感慨，曾充斥心房。呵護(hù)家人，用那堅強(qiáng)的臂膀。熟悉的笑容，扛起生命的滄桑。父親節(jié)，愿天下父親身體無恙，幸福安康!

　　2017父親節(jié)手抄報篇一：

　　The first father's day was in June, 5th, 1910, United Stated. In 1909, a lady called Bruce Dodd put forward that people should establish father’s day. At that time, people only celebrated the mother's day, but nobody celebrate father's day yet. Lady Dodd had lost her mother when she was very young, her father raised her grew up. Lady Dodd was so thankful for what her father had done for her that she wrote a letter to the government. In the letter, she appeals to establish the father's day. The government accepted her suggestion and decided that the third Sunday of June is the national father’s day. In 1972, the president Nixon had passed the law and agreed that the father’s day is on June the third Sunday. From this year, the world started to celebrate father’s day.

　　第一個父親節(jié)始于1910年6月5日。在這一年，一位叫布魯斯.多德的女士提出人們應(yīng)該成立父親節(jié)。在那個時候，人們僅僅慶祝母親節(jié)，卻沒人慶祝父親節(jié)。而多德女士在很小的時候就失去了自己的母親，由自己父親親手帶大。她非常感謝自己父親所做的一切，于是，她給政府寫了一封信，提議成立父親節(jié)。政府同意了她的請求，并決定把每年的6月第三個星期天定為全國父親節(jié)。在1972年，總統(tǒng)尼克松通過了父親節(jié)的法律并同意把每年6月的第三個星期日定為父親節(jié)。從這一年開始，世界開始慶祝父親節(jié)。

　　On this special day, the children usually dedicate flowers to their fathers. The red roses to those who still alive, while the white ones to the fallings. Fathers always are considered being the central of the whole family. Without father in the family, home may feel insecure. The father always fights for the family and support the family. On this day, we can do something for our fathers. For instance, we can make a breakfast for them, or buy them a nice tie. We should spend more time with our father, show our love to them.

　　在這特別的一天，孩子們通常會給父親送花。紅玫瑰送給依然健在的父親，白玫瑰送給已逝的父親。父親一直被認(rèn)為是家庭的頂梁柱。沒有父親在的家庭，就缺乏安全感。父親總是為了養(yǎng)家奮斗奔波。在這一天，我們可以為自己的父親做些什么。比如，為父親做一份早餐;為他們買條領(lǐng)帶。我們可以花更多的時間陪伴自己的父親，讓他知道我們愛他。

　　The father’s day is coming, take this chance, and tell our fathers that we love him. Happy father’s day!

　　父親節(jié)就要來了，抓住這次機(jī)會，告訴父親，我愛他。父親節(jié)快樂!

　　2017父親節(jié)手抄報篇二：

　　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.

　　2017父親節(jié)手抄報篇三：

　　Father’s Day

　　When I was five, my biological father committed suicide. It left me feeling as though I'd done something wrong; that if I had been better somehow, maybe he'd have stayed around. My mother remarried shortly thereafter, and this man was my dad until I was nineteen. I called him Dad and used his name all through school. But, when he and my mother divorced, he just walked away. Once again, I wondered what was wrong with me that I couldn't keep a father.

　　Mother remarried again, and Bob was a wonderful, kind man. I was twenty now and no longer living at home, but I felt a great love and attachment for him. A few years later my mother was diagnosed with cancer and was not given long to live. Shortly before she died, Bob came over to my house alone one day. We talked about a lot of things, and then he told me that he wanted me to know that he'd always be there for me, even after Mother was gone. Then he asked if he could adopt me.

　　I could hardly believe my ears. Tears streamed down my face. He wanted me - me! This man had no obligation to me, but he was reaching out from his heart, and I accepted. During the adoption proceedings, the judge commented on all the undesirable duties of his profession and then with a tear in his eye, thanked us for brightening his day as he pronounced us father and daughter. I was twenty-five, but I was his little girl.

　　Three short years later, Bob, too, was diagnosed with cancer and was gone within the year. At first I was hurt and angry at God for taking this father away too. But eventually the love and acceptance that I felt from Dad came through again, and I became, once more, grateful for the years we had.

　　On Father's Day I always reflect on what I've learned about fatherhood. I've learned that it is not dependent on biology or even on raising a child. Fatherhood is a matter of the heart. Bob's gift from the heart will warm my soul for eternity.