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父亲的节日
作者：陈开文
父亲节准确地说应该叫“贺曼节”。它其实是贺曼明信片公司和其他公司为了赚钱，用
父爱做幌子假设出来的一天而已。父亲节没有什么不好，但是在我看来，每天都应该是
父亲节，因为，无论你是否喜欢与否，我们每一个人都有自己的父亲。就我而言，我过
去喜欢过父亲节，现在依然喜欢这个特殊的节日。
我的父亲曾经伴随着我成长。我们彼此还算了解，但是了解得还不够深。在我很小
的时候，父亲回到中国开始创业，追求他自己的梦想。对于我来说，我很难接受这个事
实。起先，我以为时间不会太长，也没有那么复杂，父亲只是暂时离开我，过几年之后
他就会永远地回到我的身边。我的想法不对吗？但是我错了，迄今为止，我的父亲仍然
还在中国。
现在，我已经很适应他不在我身边的生活，对未来也不用担心。但是有父亲陪伴在
家的感觉，我再也体会不到了，这件事非常困扰我。事实上，我错过了父亲陪伴我成长
，以及从父亲那里得着教诲的好时光。在那些艰难的日子里，不仅仅是我陷入痛苦之中
，我的妹妹和妈妈也是同样如此。
当我和妹妹进入初中阶段的时候，我希望他能留下来做我的后盾，我想我妹妹也是
如此想法。许多意想不到的事情时时发生，而我却无法阻挡。我跑向父亲，希望从他那
里获得智慧，知识，帮助。。。但是这些只是梦幻，他根本就不在我的身边。无法计算
有多少次，我和他通过电话交谈，眼泪流过我的面颊，心在隐隐地作痛。我知道，我只
能用这种方式和他争吵。
我从来不怀疑父亲具有独特的幽默感和智慧。虽然在很多时候，他和我们讲话，总
好像是在训导他的孩子，就好像他是我们的老师一样，这让我和妹妹很不习惯，感觉他
很可笑和无聊，但是，我们私下里不得不承认他讲得很有道理。偶尔，他也会说些俏皮
话，表现出他“年轻”的一面，那是因为他想弥补错失和我们在一起的遗憾。这种感觉
在电话中无法体会得到，但是当我们彼此都可以看见对方的时候，我却能深深地了解，
父亲一如既往地爱着我们，正如我们一如既往地爱着他一样。
我父亲非常聪明。他从小生长在中国，并且几乎是百里挑一的，从大西北的偏僻小
城考进了著名的学府NJ大学读书深造。尽管他拥有博士头衔，也创立了自己的公司，但
是我们俩经常平等交流，就像他总是教导我那样，我也教会他许多的事情。我们之间的
交谈明朗，深厚，没有任何界限，几乎是无话不谈。有的时候，我们的谈话非常激烈，
我的妈妈就坐在餐桌旁，默默地注视着我和父亲之间唇枪舌剑如火化四溅。
从父亲那里，我学到了做人的道德，生活的窍门，政治和科学的世界观和价值观，
但是，对于宗教信仰我觉得我比他理解得更深。
正如我天上的父（上帝）把他的精神降临到我的身上那样，我希望自己是天父的使
者，把他的精神传递到我地上的父亲身上。我的父亲虽然不是基督徒，但是他也相信有
个神灵在他的心灵深处。就在最近，我们两人之间有一场谈话，就讲到了上帝，天堂和
传福音。虽然他没有直接说出来，但是他很困惑，不知道为何我的妈妈总是鼓励他去认
识主耶稣。我简单地回答了他的疑惑：“因为妈妈爱你，她希望永远陪伴在你的身边。
”我就是这样理解的。
不管是过去还是现在，我的父亲都是在创造历史。我能感受到他正在做一件有价
值的事情。当我回顾过去的生活，还有那些忧郁孤独的夜晚，我开始理解父亲所做的都
是正确的，或许他自己都不知道他已经小有成就。他不仅在创业的艰难中证明了“我是
谁”的自我价值，同时，他潜移默化地把我放进了上帝的计划之中，即上帝也在为我规
划人生。
我的父亲，我的爸爸，他追求着他的梦想，规划着伟大的人生，同时，他也为我以
后的人生树立了目标。让我引用我父亲的话：“儿子，你以后会比我成功.相比我和你
这样的年龄，你比我更有潜力。”我不知道你是否还记得说过这样的话，爸爸，但是我
就是照你的话去那么做的。不远的将来，我将走进大学生活，我会把你的信念作为我的
榜样，同时，我也会遵照天父的话去行事：“享受我们的痛苦吧，因为我们知道，这种
痛苦会产生毅力，而毅力会产生性格，而性格会产生希望。”
爸爸，我很感谢你带给我的磨练，尽管这听起来有些莫名其妙不合时宜，但是你确实
塑造了我的人生，让我至今都感念在心。在明天，六月十七日这一天，我无法带给你特
殊的荣耀，那是因为你每天都在我心中得到爱戴。
Father’s Day
Written by Kevin Chen
Father’s Day is indeed a “Hallmark holiday”: a day for the Hallmark
Company and other companies to make profit from a seemingly innocent day of
fatherly love. Now Father’s Day is not a bad day, but it should be
celebrated every day. Everybody has a father, whether they like it or not.
In my case, I liked and still like it.
My father and I grew up together, getting to know each other well, but
not well enough. My father went to China to start his own business, to
pursue his dreams, when I was still very young. For me, it was hard to take
in. At first, I thought it would not be too long and complicated; my father
will return permanently in a matter of years, right? Wrong, he is still in
China today.
Now I would have been fine with this since he left to the coming future,
but issues and family events conjured up feelings for my dad I never knew I
could feel before. I truly missed his presence at a time, and needed his
fatherly wisdom. It was a tough time for not only me, but my sister and mom.
It was when my sister and I were in middle school, and middle school is a
place I would like to leave behind me. I wish my sister thinks the same.
The events unrolled almost effortlessly, and I could not stop them. I ran to
my father for wisdom, for knowledge, for help. Countless minutes and days
wasted over sad and tearful conversations over the phone; I knew it was
going to be my battle to fight.
I never really doubted my father’s unique sense of humor and wisdom. He
would always speak to his kids as if he were teaching us, albeit sometimes
it was uncomfortable for my sister and I and at times mind numbingly boring.
But he would always speak with purpose. There were rare times he would say
things as if to appeal to his children and show his “young” side to us, as
if he had a regretful want to make up for his lost years with his children.
I did not know this during the nights over the phone, but now I see that he
has the same feelings of loss and affection towards his children as we have
had towards him.
My father is very intelligent. Growing up in China, he went to the
prestigious Nanjing University from a pool of hundreds of children in the
county side of Ha me. And even though he is addressed as doctor and owns his
own company, I always have something to teach him as his teaches me. The
conversations we’ve had and will have are always bright, thick, and unruly
conversations. Sometimes we would become so heated, and my mom would sit
with us at lunch, silently watching the sparks fly between my father and me.
I learned a lot of small morals, techniques, and his point of views on
politics and science and the world. But religion would be my forte.
As my heavenly Father sends His spirit down on me, I feel as if I am His
messenger towards my earthly father. My dad does not look and go through his
day as if were religious, but God is always in the back of his mind. Just
recently, we had a conversation about God, heaven, and evangelism. He
wondered why, although he did not say directly, why my mom keeps trying to
get him to know the Lord. I answered simply, “Because she loves you, and
wants to spend eternity with you”, not knowing that I would think the same
later.
As did my dad make and is still making history, I feel as if he’s doing
me justice too. As I look back on my life and the melancholy nights, I feel
that he did the right thing, although he did not know what he has done quite
well yet. Not only has he set off incredible situations that have shaped
who I am, but he has probably single handedly put me in God’s plan for me.
My father, my Dad, did the right thing. He pursued his dreams and is in
the process of becoming a great man, but he has also set me up for later
success. I quote my father, “You will be more successful than me someday,
son. You have so much more potential than I did when I was your age.” I don
’t know if you remember yourself saying it, Dad, but that’s how I took it.
And as I am about to go to college, and I will look at what you’ve done,
Dad, and what my heavenly Father says, " ... rejoice in our sufferings,
because we know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance produces
character, and character produces hope."
Dad, I thank you for the suffering, even though that sounds out of place,
but you truly have shaped my life, and I’m enjoying it so far. I won’t
give you any special honor tomorrow, June 17, 2010, because every day you
deserve that honor.
父亲的节日
作者：陈开文
父亲节准确地说应该叫“贺曼节”。它其实是贺曼明信片公司和其他公司为了赚钱，用
父爱做幌子假设出来的一天而已。父亲节没有什么不好，但是在我看来，每天都应该是
父亲节，因为，无论你是否喜欢与否，我们每一个人都有自己的父亲。就我而言，我过
去喜欢过父亲节，现在依然喜欢这个特殊的节日。
我的父亲曾经伴随着我成长。我们彼此还算了解，但是了解得还不够深。在我很小
的时候，父亲回到中国开始创业，追求他自己的梦想。对于我来说，我很难接受这个事
实。起先，我以为时间不会太长，也没有那么复杂，父亲只是暂时离开我，过几年之后
他就会永远地回到我的身边。我的想法不对吗？但是我错了，迄今为止，我的父亲仍然
还在中国。
现在，我已经很适应他不在我身边的生活，对未来也不用担心。但是有父亲陪伴在
家的感觉，我再也体会不到了，这件事非常困扰我。事实上，我错过了父亲陪伴我成长
，以及从父亲那里得着教诲的好时光。在那些艰难的日子里，不仅仅是我陷入痛苦之中
，我的妹妹和妈妈也是同样如此。
当我和妹妹进入初中阶段的时候，我希望他能留下来做我的后盾，我想我妹妹也是
如此想法。许多意想不到的事情时时发生，而我却无法阻挡。我跑向父亲，希望从他那
里获得智慧，知识，帮助。。。但是这些只是梦幻，他根本就不在我的身边。无法计算
有多少次，我和他通过电话交谈，眼泪流过我的面颊，心在隐隐地作痛。我知道，我只
能用这种方式和他争吵。
我从来不怀疑父亲具有独特的幽默感和智慧。虽然在很多时候，他和我们讲话，总
好像是在训导他的孩子，就好像他是我们的老师一样，这让我和妹妹很不习惯，感觉他
很可笑和无聊，但是，我们私下里不得不承认他讲得很有道理。偶尔，他也会说些俏皮
话，表现出他“年轻”的一面，那是因为他想弥补错失和我们在一起的遗憾。这种感觉
在电话中无法体会得到，但是当我们彼此都可以看见对方的时候，我却能深深地了解，
父亲一如既往地爱着我们，正如我们一如既往地爱着他一样。
我父亲非常聪明。他从小生长在中国，并且几乎是百里挑一的，从大西北的偏僻小
城考进了著名的学府NJ大学读书深造。尽管他拥有博士头衔，也创立了自己的公司，但
是我们俩经常平等交流，就像他总是教导我那样，我也教会他许多的事情。我们之间的
交谈明朗，深厚，没有任何界限，几乎是无话不谈。有的时候，我们的谈话非常激烈，
我的妈妈就坐在餐桌旁，默默地注视着我和父亲之间唇枪舌剑如火化四溅。
从父亲那里，我学到了做人的道德，生活的窍门，政治和科学的世界观和价值观，
但是，对于宗教信仰我觉得我比他理解得更深。
正如我天上的父（上帝）把他的精神降临到我的身上那样，我希望自己是天父的使
者，把他的精神传递到我地上的父亲身上。我的父亲虽然不是基督徒，但是他也相信有
个神灵在他的心灵深处。就在最近，我们两人之间有一场谈话，就讲到了上帝，天堂和
传福音。虽然他没有直接说出来，但是他很困惑，不知道为何我的妈妈总是鼓励他去认
识主耶稣。我简单地回答了他的疑惑：“因为妈妈爱你，她希望永远陪伴在你的身边。
”我就是这样理解的。
不管是过去还是现在，我的父亲都是在创造历史。我能感受到他正在做一件有价
值的事情。当我回顾过去的生活，还有那些忧郁孤独的夜晚，我开始理解父亲所做的都
是正确的，或许他自己都不知道他已经小有成就。他不仅在创业的艰难中证明了“我是
谁”的自我价值，同时，他潜移默化地把我放进了上帝的计划之中，即上帝也在为我规
划人生。
我的父亲，我的爸爸，他追求着他的梦想，规划着伟大的人生，同时，他也为我以
后的人生树立了目标。让我引用我父亲的话：“儿子，你以后会比我成功.相比我和你
这样的年龄，你比我更有潜力。”我不知道你是否还记得说过这样的话，爸爸，但是我
就是照你的话去那么做的。不远的将来，我将走进大学生活，我会把你的信念作为我的
榜样，同时，我也会遵照天父的话去行事：“享受我们的痛苦吧，因为我们知道，这种
痛苦会产生毅力，而毅力会产生性格，而性格会产生希望。”
爸爸，我很感谢你带给我的磨练，尽管这听起来有些莫名其妙不合时宜，但是你确实
塑造了我的人生，让我至今都感念在心。在明天，六月十七日这一天，我无法带给你特
殊的荣耀，那是因为你每天都在我心中得到爱戴。
Father’s Day
Written by Kevin Chen
Father’s Day is indeed a “Hallmark holiday”: a day for the Hallmark
Company and other companies to make profit from a seemingly innocent day of
fatherly love. Now Father’s Day is not a bad day, but it should be
celebrated every day. Everybody has a father, whether they like it or not.
In my case, I liked and still like it.
My father and I grew up together, getting to know each other well, but
not well enough. My father went to China to start his own business, to
pursue his dreams, when I was still very young. For me, it was hard to take
in. At first, I thought it would not be too long and complicated; my father
will return permanently in a matter of years, right? Wrong, he is still in
China today.
Now I would have been fine with this since he left to the coming future,
but issues and family events conjured up feelings for my dad I never knew I
could feel before. I truly missed his presence at a time, and needed his
fatherly wisdom. It was a tough time for not only me, but my sister and mom.
It was when my sister and I were in middle school, and middle school is a
place I would like to leave behind me. I wish my sister thinks the same.
The events unrolled almost effortlessly, and I could not stop them. I ran to
my father for wisdom, for knowledge, for help. Countless minutes and days
wasted over sad and tearful conversations over the phone; I knew it was
going to be my battle to fight.
I never really doubted my father’s unique sense of humor and wisdom. He
would always speak to his kids as if he were teaching us, albeit sometimes
it was uncomfortable for my sister and I and at times mind numbingly boring.
But he would always speak with purpose. There were rare times he would say
things as if to appeal to his children and show his “young” side to us, as
if he had a regretful want to make up for his lost years with his children.
I did not know this during the nights over the phone, but now I see that he
has the same feelings of loss and affection towards his children as we have
had towards him.
My father is very intelligent. Growing up in China, he went to the
prestigious Nanjing University from a pool of hundreds of children in the
county side of Ha me. And even though he is addressed as doctor and owns his
own company, I always have something to teach him as his teaches me. The
conversations we’ve had and will have are always bright, thick, and unruly
conversations. Sometimes we would become so heated, and my mom would sit
with us at lunch, silently watching the sparks fly between my father and me.
I learned a lot of small morals, techniques, and his point of views on
politics and science and the world. But religion would be my forte.
As my heavenly Father sends His spirit down on me, I feel as if I am His
messenger towards my earthly father. My dad does not look and go through his
day as if were religious, but God is always in the back of his mind. Just
recently, we had a conversation about God, heaven, and evangelism. He
wondered why, although he did not say directly, why my mom keeps trying to
get him to know the Lord. I answered simply, “Because she loves you, and
wants to spend eternity with you”, not knowing that I would think the same
later.
As did my dad make and is still making history, I feel as if he’s doing
me justice too. As I look back on my life and the melancholy nights, I feel
that he did the right thing, although he did not know what he has done quite
well yet. Not only has he set off incredible situations that have shaped
who I am, but he has probably single handedly put me in God’s plan for me.
My father, my Dad, did the right thing. He pursued his dreams and is in
the process of becoming a great man, but he has also set me up for later
success. I quote my father, “You will be more successful than me someday,
son. You have so much more potential than I did when I was your age.” I don
’t know if you remember yourself saying it, Dad, but that’s how I took it.
And as I am about to go to college, and I will look at what you’ve done,
Dad, and what my heavenly Father says, " ... rejoice in our sufferings,
because we know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance produces
character, and character produces hope."
Dad, I thank you for the suffering, even though that sounds out of place,
but you truly have shaped my life, and I’m enjoying it so far. I won’t
give you any special honor tomorrow, June 17, 2010, because every day you
deserve that honor.
