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It’s not easy to be an astronaut’s son.Everybody expects you to be special or perfect.I often wonder how my father ever had a son like me.I mean he’s so special and so good at everything he does.Even in middle school he was class president and captain of the football team.
Well,to be honest,I often dream about being some kind of hero or doing something special—like saving a child from a burning building or discovering a new star.I was daydreaming at school one morning when my teacher said there would be a Father’s Day writing competition for the whole school.“I hope we have a winner right here in my class.”
When I got home.I started to think about what to write.My father is an astronaut. No,I wouldn’t start like that.That was the way others saw him.How did I see my father?Hmm.
I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I had a terrible dream.I remembered how be hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was killed by a car.Yes,these were the things I was going to write.To me,he wasn’t just a world-famous astronaut.He was my dad.
My parents and I went to school Thursday night.There were so many people in the big hall! My dad looked at me,and I shrugged.
The third prize was announced and it was not me.I was relieved and disappointed at the same time.The second prize was announced.It was me.
I went up to the stage and read what I had written.“My father’s son”,When I finished,the people stood up and cheered.I saw my father blowing his nose.Tears were running down my mother’s face.Dad cleared his throat and put his hand on my shoulder.“Son,this is the proudest moment of my life.”
It was the proudest moment of my life,too.Maybe I’ll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize,but it was enough just to be my father’s son.
这是不容易成为一个宇航员的儿子。
Everybody expects you to be special or perfect.
每个人都期望你是特殊的或完美的。
I often wonder how my father ever had a son like me.
我经常想知道我父亲过一个我这样的儿子。
I mean he’s so special and so good at everything he does.
我的意思是他是如此特殊,所以擅长所有的事情他做。
Even in middle school he was class president and captain of the football team.
甚至在中学他是班长和足球队。
Well,to be honest,I often dream about being some kind of hero or doing something special—like saving a child from a burning building or discovering a new star.
老实说,我经常梦见被某种英雄或做一些特别喜欢节省一个孩子从着火的大楼或发现一颗新星。
I was daydreaming at school one morning when my teacher said there would be a Father’s Day writing competition for the whole school.
我在学校是做白日梦。一天早晨,当我的老师说会有一个父亲节为整个学校写作比赛。
“I hope we have a winner right here in my class.”
“我希望我们有一个赢家就在这里在我的类。”
When I got home.
当我回到家。
I started to think about what to write.
我开始考虑写什么。
My father is an astronaut.
我的父亲是一名宇航员。
No,I wouldn’t start like that.
不,我不会那样开始。
That was the way others saw him.
这条路是别人看见他。
How did I see my father?Hmm.
我怎么看见我父亲了吗?嗯。
I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I had a terrible dream.
我看见他和我坐在黑暗中,当我做了一个可怕的梦。
I remembered how be hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was killed by a car.
我记得是拥抱了我几个小时,我的狗被车撞死参差不齐。
Yes,these were the things I was going to write.
是的,这是我要写的东西。
To me,he wasn’t just a world-famous astronaut.
对我来说,他不仅仅是一位世界闻名的宇航员。
He was my dad.
他是我的爸爸。
My parents and I went to school Thursday night.
我的父母和我去学校周四晚上。
There were so many people in the big hall!
有那么多人在大厅里!
My dad looked at me,and I shrugged.
爸爸盯着我,我耸耸肩。
The third prize was announced and it was not me.
第三个奖宣布,它不是我的。
I was relieved and disappointed at the same time.
我松了一口气,失望的同时。
The second prize was announced.
第二个奖宣布。
It was me.
这是我。
I went up to the stage and read what I had written.
我上了舞台和读我写了。
“My father’s son”,When I finished,the people stood up and cheered.
“我父亲的儿子”,当我完成时,人们起立欢呼。
I saw my father blowing his nose.
我看见我爸爸吹他的鼻子。
Tears were running down my mother’s face.
泪水直流我母亲的脸。
Dad cleared his throat and put his hand on my shoulder.
爸爸清了清嗓子,把他的手放在我肩上。
“Son,this is the proudest moment of my life.”
“儿子,这是我生命的最自豪的时刻。”
It was the proudest moment of my life,too.
这是我生命的最自豪的时刻,太。
Maybe I’ll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize,but it was enough just to be my father’s son.
也许我永远不会成为一个伟大的英雄或赢得诺贝尔奖,但它是足够的只是是我父亲的儿子。
说实话，我经常梦想成为某种英雄或做一些惊天动地的事情——比如从熊熊烈火的大厦中拯救一个孩子或发现一个新的星球。正当我白日做梦时，我的老师说父亲节会有全校的一个作文比赛，“我希望这个冠军就在我们班。”
我回家后就开始构思如何写我的父亲是一个宇航员。不，我不想要这样的开头，这是别人眼中的他。我是怎么看待我的父亲的呢？嗯
当我做恶梦的时候，我看见他坐在我黑暗的床头。我至今记得当我的狗狗 Spotty被车撞死的时候父亲拥抱着我好几个小时。（应该是作者悲伤，父亲宽慰）。是的，这正是我要写的东西，他不是一个世界闻名的宇航员，他就是我的爸爸。
我的父母和我星期四的晚上去了学校。礼堂里有那么多的人！我的父亲看着我，我耸了耸肩膀表示无所谓。三等奖已经宣布了，但不是我！同时我感到很气馁也很失望。第二名宣布了，是我！
我跑上奖台，朗读了我的作品“我父亲的儿子”。当我读完的时候，人们都站了起来并欢呼。我看见父亲的鼻翼煽动，眼泪淌过父亲的脸颊。父亲清了清嗓子，将手放在了我的肩膀。“儿子，这是我这一生中最骄傲的时刻！”
这也是我这一生中最骄傲的时刻！也许我永远成不了英雄或赢得诺贝尔奖，但我能够做父亲合格的儿子！
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