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Since I went to school, my time with my father has been much less. In my impression, my father is always busy, and I rarely have the chance to see my father's appearance, but my father's back is printed like a brand in my memory.

That summer, it was very hot outside. I knew that I was crying on the tree. I was standing in front of the door waiting for my grandfather. As the bell rang, the grandfather’s bicycle stopped at the door. I couldn't wait to rush up, rubbing my feet and searching for snacks in my grandfather's rut ​​with my little hands, half of my body hanging on the seat. "Hey, I found it!" I didn't pay attention to it, "Oh..." I fell to the ground.

When I woke up, I realized that I was lying in a hospital bed. Suddenly, I found that my right leg was half-hanged by gauze, and the pain came. I cried out with a "wow". Suddenly someone hugged me: "Child, don't be afraid..." I stopped crying and looked up, it was Dad. His eyes were covered with bloodshot, red, like just crying, and there were still some unwashed tears in his eyes. I rubbed my father's eye with a small hand, and my father smiled a little. But I still feel pain, and I can't help but cry again. Dad patted my back and said, "It will be good, it will be good." I suddenly felt a lot warmer. I was a little sleepy and buried my head in my father's clothes. In the ignorance, I vaguely saw my father’s anxious back. It was such exhaustion and it was so firm.

In the next few months, my father will help me change my gauze every day and help me move my muscles. From time to time, I can see my father busy and rushing for my medical expenses. Even sometimes accidentally fell, he couldn't take a shot of dust, climbed up and went on to work. At that time, my heart was faint. In fact, it is almost enough for the medical Feidong to make up the West, but the father worked hard to make me eat more nutritious. He only goes home very late every day, and always wants to make something delicious for me after returning home. When I saw Dad coming back and forth to the busy figure, I finally couldn't help but cry. Dad heard the sound and immediately asked me what happened. I didn't speak, just staring at my father. Only a few days ago, Dad looked like a whole person: the traces of the years creeped up on Dad’s forehead, and the original black hair and bright hair also inadvertently embellished the roots of silver. Dad patted my head and said, "Sleep!" When Dad covered the quilt for me and turned away, I saw my father's back again. It was such awkwardness and exhaustion.

When my leg recovered, my father smiled and cried. Seriously, it was the first time I saw my father crying. Maybe, whenever I was dreamed of being awakened by the pain at midnight, I didn’t know how much my father had cried too much. Thinking of this, in the tears of crystal, I saw the sly, tired back...

The second day: Zhenning