my dad

He, medium-length, slightly fat body, can see the weather-beaten on the black face. Yes, he is my father, my dear father.

He is a security, although he only holds the minimum wage, but he still sticks to his job, no matter how bad the weather, no matter what happens. One day, the world was full of snow and snow, and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground. We all advised him to take a day off, but he refused. I watched his back disappear into the snow and felt the importance of responsibility.

Not only does he have to go to work, he also helps his grandparents to pick up white and buy white when they are resting. It was a time to buy a white, and I followed.

That time, the bumper harvest was about a thousand pounds. Dad first pulled them on the flatbed and prepared to pull it to the white market. I saw him go to the car and leaned down. Pulling the car up, when he was on the ground, he was still in a big difficulty. When he got on the bridge, it was not so easy. I saw him walking hard and showing a very difficult look. I saw him doing so hard. Live, I think: I must study hard and honor him in the future.

At this moment, I remember that he usually did not care much about me.

Whenever I am going to school, he always tells me a few words, "Speak carefully in class, don't quarrel with other students...". After I heard it, my heart smiled and said: "I am such a big person. Do you understand the basics of these classes?" Hey, I think about it now, I am so smart!

Once, I didn't get a good exam. When I got home, I told my father that he was squinting and shouted at me: "If you take this score later, don't come back to see me!" I listened and underestimated. "It's hard to rely on the difference once and it doesn't matter!" He slaps me when he sees me yelling at the back. Suddenly, my face swollen. At that time, I was very jealous of him and thought that he did not love me.

But the truth is not what I imagined...

After a while, he brought a cold towel and said to me, "Is it still painful?" Then he put a towel on my face. At that moment, the pain on my face suddenly disappeared. It’s the same when it’s not played. The emotion that hates him in his heart disappears. It turned out that he was only very angry at that moment and only hit me. She still loves me very much.

He is a father who is responsible, loves labor, loves me. Dear readers, are you embarrassed that I have such a good father? Don't, because everyone's father is very good, but you have not found it. From now on, come together to discover the true, good and beautiful of Dad!

First day: strong in the bones