我的父亲是一个不善言辞的人，他对待工作极其很认真，每天早出晚归。我与他交流的次数也屈指可数，晚上我睡着了，他才悄然回家，睁开眼也只能见到他整齐的床铺，我一度认为父亲的爱只分给了哥哥，直到那天我才理解父亲的爱而不语。
My father is a person who is not good at words. He takes his work extremely seriously and works early and late every day. The number of times I communicated with him was also very limited. At night, when I fell asleep, he quietly returned home. When I opened my eyes, I could only see his neat bed. I once thought that my father's love was only for my brother, but it was not until that day that I understood my father's love and remained silent.
那几天突然降温，我受了凉，连夜高烧，父母却都在外地工作，家里只有我一个人，身体非常不适，浑身滚烫，盖上厚厚的棉被，冷汗也止不住的往外冒，我艰难的拨通了妈妈的电话，哭着说：“妈妈，我发烧了，好难受。”虽然妈妈很担心我，但她如今身处外地，不可能马上赶回家。妈妈安慰了我几句，叮嘱我多喝热水，便匆忙的挂断电话，我感到无比的落寞。出处 wWW.zuOWeNBa.nEt
In those few days, the temperature suddenly dropped and I caught a cold. I had a high fever all night, but my parents were working in another city. I was the only one at home, and my body was very uncomfortable. I was hot all over and covered myself with a thick blanket. Cold sweat couldn't stop coming out. I struggled to call my mother and cried, saying, "Mom, I have a fever and feel so uncomfortable." Although my mother was very worried about me, she is currently out of town and cannot rush home immediately. My mother comforted me a few words and reminded me to drink more hot water, so I hurriedly hung up the phone, feeling extremely lonely.
过了一会儿，我听见一阵急促的开门声，恍惚间，父亲的身影映入眼帘，他一边换鞋，一边喘着粗气，额头上渗出一颗颗豆大的汗珠，滴在地板上异常清脆，我瞥见他的手里还拎着一袋感冒药，父亲突如其来的出现让我感到很意外，我从床上撑起，柔弱的问道：“爸爸，您怎么回来了？您不应该在工作吗？”爸爸摸摸我的头说：“傻孩子，工作哪有我的宝贝女儿重要啊！”说罢，他立刻跑到厨房为我冲好药，吹了一会儿后，小心翼翼递到我的嘴边，提醒道：“还有点儿烫，慢点儿喝，喝完了进被子里躺好，出了汗就退烧了。”那药虽然很苦，可我看着父亲替我掖好的被角，便也不知道苦是什么感觉，心中也只剩下了甜。
After a while, I heard a hurried sound of opening the door. In a daze, my father's figure came into view. He was changing his shoes while panting heavily, and beads of sweat the size of beans were oozing from his forehead, dripping on the floor with an unusually crisp sound. I caught a glimpse of him holding a bag of cold medicine in his hand. My father's sudden appearance surprised me. I propped myself up from the bed and asked weakly, "Dad, why did you come back? Shouldn't you be working?" My father touched my head and said, "Silly child, work is not as important as my precious daughter!" After saying that, he immediately ran to the kitchen to prepare the medicine for me, blew it for a while, and carefully handed it to my mouth to remind me. Dao said, "It's still a bit hot. Drink it slowly. After finishing it, lie down under the blanket and sweat will reduce the fever." Although the medicine is very bitter, But as I watched my father tuck in the quilt for me, I didn't know what hardship felt like, and all that remained in my heart was sweetness.
几个星期后，偶然和母亲聊天时提及此事，才得知当时母亲让父亲下班后带药回来，可父亲担心我病的厉害，便马不停蹄赶回家，由于临时离岗，父亲还被领导批评了。
A few weeks later, while chatting with my mother, I accidentally mentioned this matter and learned that my mother had asked my father to bring medicine back after work. However, my father was worried that I was seriously ill, so he rushed home without stopping. Due to leaving work temporarily, my father was also criticized by his superiors.
原来父亲一直都是关心我的，只是不善言辞罢了，他默默将对我的爱藏进了每一个日暮清晨。
It turns out that my father has always cared about me, but he is not good at words. He silently hides his love for me every sunset and morning.