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父爱如山，父亲是我们生命中的第一个英雄。如果说母爱是乡间小溪的静谧，父爱便是潮起时雄浑；如果说母爱是为远行游子缝衣熬红的双眼，父爱便是为了孩子上学而飞快舞动的铁锄……拳拳父爱，深沉而含蓄。 My father was my hero, all throughout my life. The father of eight children, he saw his share of strife. When I was very little, he appeared to be so large. In my eyes he could do anything, we all knew he was in charge. He was a man of great strength both physically and in mind, but in him there was a gentleness, he found ways to be outgoing and kind. Many days of childhood were greeted with a kiss, and songs to me as I awoke, those days I surely miss. He made me feel so special, "Miss America" he would sing. I knew I had my father's love. It gave me courage to do almost anything. From him I learned to stand up tall, to be proud of who I am. Strength and determination were the qualities of this fine man. As the years of his life dwindled down, that strength kept him alive. Plus the unfailing determination to help my ailing mother have the care she needed to survive. He loved her and his children, so much he gave up years of his life caring for this woman, his soul mate, his wife. | 
