那碗炒米饭铭刻在心间
That bowl of stir fried rice is engraved in my heart
炒米饭简单方便普通却广受欢迎，它有着无数种别称：油干饭，是金黄润泽的；蛋炒饭，是美味诱人的；而炒米饭，在我心中，是最独一无二的。
Stir fried rice is simple, convenient, ordinary, but widely popular. It has countless nicknames: oil dried rice, which is golden and moist; Egg Fried Rice is delicious; And stir fried rice, in my heart, is the most unique.
那是几年前，母亲远赴他乡，家里只剩下我和父亲，每天接送上学，吃饭的任务都交给了他。
That was a few years ago, when my mother went to a foreign land and only my father and I were left at home. He was responsible for picking up and dropping off students and having meals every day.
六点半，我睁开惺忪的睡眼，被父亲定的闹铃叫醒，窗外的天如油纸浸上了一层黛色，露珠挂在叶间，摇摇欲坠，四周弥漫着氤氲的薄雾，草也萎了，在风中摇曳。
At 6:30, I opened my sleepy eyes and was awakened by the alarm set by my father. The sky outside the window was like oil paper soaked in a layer of dark color, with dewdrops hanging between the leaves, swaying and swaying. The surroundings were shrouded in a misty mist, and the grass had withered, swaying in the wind.来源作文吧 zUowEnBa.nET
父亲的被子叠地很整齐，使人感到熨贴。等我来到洗手池洗漱，才听到细微的抽油烟机声。按部就班地刷牙，洗脸，收拾书包。这时候，父亲从厨房走了出来，我想母亲不在家，父亲一定是带我外面吃早餐，便张开口，一字一顿的问：“早上去哪吃？”而父亲却神秘一笑，说为我准备好了早餐，告诉我他为我炒了一碗炒米饭。
Father's blanket is neatly folded, making people feel comfortable. When I arrived at the sink to wash up, I heard the faint sound of a range hood. Brush your teeth, wash your face, and pack your backpack step by step. At this moment, my father walked out of the kitchen. I thought my mother was not at home, so my father must have taken me out for breakfast. So I opened my mouth and asked word by word, "Where should I eat this morning?" But my father mysteriously smiled and said he had prepared breakfast for me, telling me that he had stir fried a bowl of rice for me.
我愣了一下，父亲工作忙碌很少下厨，他会做饭？“女儿，快来！吃早餐咯”。接过面前盛满米饭的白瓷碗，震惊地微微的向嘴边倾斜，筷子将米粒一个个赶出来送进嘴巴里。柔软的米粒，糯糯的，在口腔中散发出温热的气息。红润的火腿片，口感紧实，味道香浓。可能是父亲，只注重了炒米饭的“炒”吧。但这种奇特的炒饭，却勾起了我胃里的馋虫。这么多年，哪种美食没有尝过？哪个酒店的炒米饭没这好吃？哪种炒米饭的佐料比这单调？哪种色泽香艳，味觉丰富的炒米饭不能完胜这种色彩单一，连盐都没有放的，平平无奇的干米饭？可是，就是这种在别人眼里看起来糟糕透的黑暗料理，在我眼里，嘴里，心里，这不是无色无味，这是味蕾上的刺激，这是一个笨拙但对女儿奉献出自己的独一无二父亲的爱。这份父爱如同无盐的淡饭一样平淡无奇；如同无色的清水一般清澈透明；如同他亲手为我做的炒米饭和几片火腿一样简单而真挚。
I was stunned for a moment. My father is very busy with work and rarely cooks. Can he cook? Daughter, come quickly! It's time for breakfast. I took the white porcelain bowl filled with rice in front of me, tilted it slightly towards my mouth in shock, and used chopsticks to push out the rice grains one by one and put them into my mouth. Soft rice grains, sticky and sticky, emit a warm aroma in the mouth. The rosy ham slices have a tight texture and a rich and fragrant taste. Perhaps it's my father who only focuses on stir frying rice. But this kind of strange Fried Rice has aroused the greedy insects in my stomach. What kind of cuisine have you never tasted in all these years? Which hotel's stir fried rice is not as delicious as this? Which seasoning for stir frying rice is more monotonous than this? What kind of fragrant and flavorful stir fried rice cannot completely surpass this plain and unremarkable dry rice with a single color and no salt added? However, it is this kind of dark cuisine that looks terrible in the eyes of others. In my eyes, mouth, and heart, it is not colorless and tasteless, but a stimulation on my taste buds. It is a clumsy yet unique father's love for his daughter. This fatherly love is as plain and unremarkable as salt free rice; Clear and transparent like colorless water; Just as simple and sincere as the stir fried rice and a few slices of ham he personally made for me.
父亲工作的忙碌，让我以后没有什么机会再吃到他做的炒米饭。当他每次带我外出享受美食时，看着那转桌上琳琅满目的海鲜、美味佳肴与营养丰高的蔬菜时，我的心中依然怀念那碗简单的炒米饭。
My father's busy work schedule means that I won't have many opportunities to eat his fried rice again in the future. Every time he takes me out to enjoy delicious food, looking at the dazzling array of seafood, delicious dishes, and nutritious vegetables on the revolving table, my heart still misses that simple bowl of stir fried rice.
如此一个人，与你结缘生命，用厚实的肩膀撑起一片天地，抵挡风雨，护着一个家。父亲的那碗炒米饭连同深沉的父爱将永远留存在女儿心底！
Such a person, destined for life with you, supports the world with thick shoulders, resists wind and rain, and protects a home. My father's bowl of fried rice, along with his deep fatherly love, will forever remain in my daughter's heart!