About 200 words about dad's wrinkling composition.

There is a person whose wrinkles I will never forget. There is a person whose hair I will always remember. He is my dear father. .....

In the photo album I remember, my father did something for me that I will never forget. ......

It was a winter. The news says there will be a snowstorm. Speaking of which, I remembered that my father forgot to bring his cotton-padded clothes when he was working outside. I went out to my father's company. My father is cold and has a runny nose. I walked up to him with a smile and said, Dad, is it cold? Come on, put him on the phone, don't freeze. Hehe, he smiled. Good boy, you really won my heart, he said kindly. It's nothing. I just watched the news that it was snowing heavily, so I came to pull it. Hehe, but I didn't expect you to really freeze into a snowman. His face turned red, as if to melt the heavy snow. He dragged me home without saying anything.

Walking, I leisurely saw an old woman buying sweet potatoes. That kind of warmth was only found in this cold winter, adding a touch of warmth to this winter. I asked my father cunningly, Dad, shall we eat sweet potatoes? He smiled and said, you little boy must make me pay, right? I said in despair, hey, who told me to forget to bring money when I was in a hurry to send you clothes? (Actually, you don't need to bring money when you go out. Hearing this, he had no choice but to buy it.