tt上六年级了，小文字越写越有味道。下面的这篇小文，题目就很有渗透力：《父爱，有时就是放手》。这种渗透，TT自然也抵挡不了，他忙忙地把tt的小文翻译成了英文。
父爱，有时就是放手
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那时，我们家还住在八大处。一个夏天的中午，爸爸领我到院子里练习骑自行车。
最初，爸爸让我骑的是四个轮子的自行车。四轮车很容易骑，即使没有保护也不会摔倒，所以我很快就练熟了。骑了一会，爸爸让我停下来，他卸掉了自行车上的两个辅助轮胎，让我再试试。我不敢骑，也不想试。爸爸鼓励我：“放心骑吧，爸爸会在后面抓住车把，帮你稳定方向。”我将信将疑地骑了上去。爸爸一手在后面扶着车座，一手帮我稳定车把，推着我在院子里四处跑。爸爸强而有力的大手把车扶持得很稳，这给了我一种很大的安全感，这感觉真好啊！
可是，在一段陡峭的下坡路时，爸爸突然松开了手。我慌了，脑子里一片空白：我还不会拐弯呢，怎么办？怎么办？只见车把一扭，我连人带车摔了出去，摔得胳膊肘都流血了。我没有哭，心里却满是委屈，还夹杂着对爸爸的恼恨。爸爸见状，一把抱起我，把我举到了他的膝上：“砣砣，知道爸爸为什么松手吗？”我不吭气，只是摇了摇头。爸爸又说：“我是想让你明白，在你人生的旅程中，爸爸能陪你走一段路，但不可能随时随地永远都扶着你走，对不对？所以，你要学会坚强，学会自立，学会自己面对挫折。”我点了点头，鼻子一酸，眼泪不自觉就流了下来。
父爱没有母爱那么温柔，也没有母爱那么细致，但却远比母爱深沉和宽厚。父爱，有时就是一种放手。
Sometimes Father’s love is let go
TT
That’s a summer when we lived in Badachu. At a hot noon, Dad was teaching me to ride a bike in the yard.
First I was riding the bike with two supporting wheels in the rear. It was easy. Without Dad’s protection, soon I could ride pretty good. Then Dad stopped me and took off the two supporting wheels. He said “Get on and try this. I will hold the back of the bike and stable it. Trust me.”
I climbed on half believing, half doubting. Dad pushed the bike around the yard. I could feel his strong hands holding the bike very steady, giving me a sense of safety. How cool to have this feeling!
But unexpectedly, at a “steep” slope, Dad suddenly left go of the bike. I didn’t know how to turn yet. I turned and fell down to the ground. My arms bled and it hurt! I didn’t cry but in my heat it’s full of grievance and resentment towards Dad. Seeing this, Dad helped me up and hold me on his knees. He looked into my eyes and said “Tuotuo, do you know why Dad left go of you?” I shook my head and kept silent. He continued, “ Dad wanted you to understand Dad can’t always protect you anytime anywhere. You can’t even depend on Dad. You must learn to be strong and independent.” I thought I understood and nodded. Involuntarily, tears just flew out.
Father’s love is far less tender than Mother’s. But it’s far deeper. In fact, sometimes father’s love is let go.
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