My father wrote a passage.

First, fatherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.

Second, my father, in my eyes, is a loving and tolerant father; In the eyes of my mother, she is a handsome and upright husband; In the eyes of grandparents, he is a dutiful son.

Third, I don't lack father's love, only discovery. The smell of smoke is full of fragrance, and then look back affectionately. At the same time, I also understand father's love: father's love is like a mountain, father's love is like the sea, and under his cold appearance, there is a passionate sense of responsibility and sincere love for his son. Fourth, my father is a workaholic! He forgot everything as soon as he went to work, just like amnesia, but when he finished his work, he returned to normal. ...

I have a hardworking and kind father who never gives up. It is dad who makes my home brighter. With my father, my home is warmer.

6. I saw my father holding a whip and plowing the fields against the rising sun; Seeing my father walking on the ridge of rice flowers, his face reflected the joy of harvest; Seeing his father hunched over, he laid baskets of stones on the road behind the house.