How to write the first sentence on my father's shoulder? Write some sentences for a paragraph. I want to be artificial.

I grew up on the shoulders of my father, who supported me and my endless happy childhood.

I remember that at dusk, my father who came back from farm work always liked to carry me on his shoulders and jump back and forth, imitating the sound of horses and wars in his mouth, and the laughter of our father and daughter filled the small yard; I remember every time I watch juggling, when other children are still struggling to jump on tiptoe because they can't see, I have long been fascinated by sitting firmly on my father's shoulder; I remember every time I went to the street, I was shouldered by my father like a general riding a burly horse, proudly reviewing the endless stream of people and dazzling goods. ...

Now, I have grown up and will not climb on my father's shoulders, but the burden on my father's shoulders is still heavy.

In order to maintain the livelihood of our family, my father has to work on the construction site besides farming. Although the income is good and hard, I have never heard him complain about being tired. Once, I went to the construction site to find him and saw my father carrying a heavy brick upstairs. The muscles on his face are tense, his lips are almost in a straight line, and the beads of sweat are dripping from his forehead. Every step seems so difficult. But that's all. My dad just picked up the brick that almost bent the telephone pole on the third floor, and then he came down and asked me what happened with a smile. I don't know how many times I have to repeat this hard work every day. Looking at my disheveled, travel-stained father, my eyes were moist.

Once, my father accidentally cut his shoulder by a nail. When I gave him medicine, I found a scar on his shoulder. As a result of working with bare arms in the scorching sun for a long time, my father's shoulders were tanned, and his skin had faded in some places. platform shoes, who had been worn out by poles and heavy objects for a long time, could be seen everywhere. And that wound is even more shocking, it is five centimeters long, and the flesh is still bleeding in some places. But my father didn't care, just said with some distress, "I can't concentrate on my shoulders here." Earn a few hundred less these days! " My heart ached and I couldn't help choking.