My dad was a fisherman.He had his o

My dad was a fisherman.He had his own boat but it was hard making a living on the sea.He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family.
He was a big man,and he was strong form pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch.when you got close to him,he smelled like the ocean.
When the weather was bad he would drive me to school in his old truck.That truck was older than he was.You could hear it coming for blocks.On the way,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear.He would stop right in front of the school.it seemed that everybody would be standing!
One day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss.When we got to school,he had his usual big smile.He started to lean toward me,but I put my hand up and said ,"No Dad." It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way."Dad,I'm too old for goodbye kiss.'" My Dad looked at me for the longest time,and his eyes started to tear up.I had never seen him cry.He turned and looked out.
"You're right," he said."You are a big boy……a man."
It wasnt long before my dad went to sea and never came back.I wish that my dad would give me just one more kiss…… to feel hisold face……to smell the sea on him.I wish I had been a man then.If I had been a man I would never have told my dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss.

結果 (中文) 1:

我的爸爸是个渔夫。他有他自己的船，但很难谋生的海上。他工作努力，会在外面呆，直到他抓到足够养活一家人。他是一个大男人，和他是强式拉网，你接近他他 catch.when 大海搏斗，他闻起来像海洋。当天气不好的时候他会开车送我上学他旧的卡车。那辆卡车年纪比他。你能听到它的到来为块。在路上，我会缩成一座位希望消失。他会停止右前方学校来，这似乎是每个人都将会站 ！一天我决定我已经太老了，一个吻。当我们到学校时，他通常的笑容。他开始倾向于我，但我把我的手，说，"没有爸爸了"。它第一次我曾与他交谈是这样"。爸爸，我太老了吻别。 '"爸爸盯着我看的最长的时间，和他的眼睛开始飙泪。我从未见过他哭。他转身往外看。"你是对的"他说。你是一个大男孩...一个人."不久我爸爸去海边，再也没有回来。我希望爸爸能给我只是一个更多的吻......去感受 hisold 脸...去腥味的海风在他身上。我希望那时已一个人。如果我一直一个人我绝不会告诉我爸爸我是太老了，一个吻。

結果 (中文) 3:

我的爸爸是一个渔夫，他有自己的船，但很难在海上生活，他努力工作，并会呆在外面，直到他抓住足够的养活家庭。他是个高大的男人，他强拉渔网争夺他的catch.when你接近他海，他闻到大海的味道。天气不好的时候，他会开车带我到他的旧卡车的学校。那卡车比他老了。你能听到它的到来为块。在路上，我就会缩到座位的希望消失了。他不再对的。似乎所有的人都会站在前面！有一天我决定我太老了，一个吻。当我们到学校时，他通常的笑容。他开始倾向于我，但我把我的手说，“没有爸爸，“这是我第一次那样跟他说话。”爸爸我的吻太老了。”“我爸爸看了我许久，眼里充满了泪水。我从未见过他哭，他转身看了。“你说得对，”他说，“你是一个大男孩，一个男人。”不久，我爸爸出海去了，再也没有回来。我希望我的爸爸会给我一个吻......觉得他脸......在他身上闻到的海洋。我希望我是一个男人。如果我是一个男人，我绝不会告诉我的爸爸，我太老的一个吻。