My daughter's back is beautiful.

My daughter is like the wind, like rain, and like a song. It really looks like a song. Every time my daughter walks by my eyes, she will leave a back, a Lugo and a cocked braid, as if directing my father's eyes until the back disappears in front of me.

My daughter went to school, as if the wind had blown her up and suddenly forgot all about her youthful appearance. That smiling face, that naughty face, seems to be in yesterday's scene. How can it be different today?

My daughter was always taller than me when I was a child, because I drove every trip, and my hair was the tightest rope they held. My hair hurts whenever I have time, but I feel warm, secure and secure.

When will the daughter grow up? In fact, it grows every day, that is, it grows one inch every day. I always feel as if she hasn't grown up yet. Then I understood a truth, because a daughter is always a child in the eyes of her parents.

Every time I see my daughter's back, many pictures will emerge in my heart. I have a pair of bright eyes staring around and eating whatever I catch. I thought it was the nature of all children in the world, and slowly adults tried to support me. I don't know when I will take the spoon from them.

Every movement will make adults laugh. If you take a spoon, you won't scoop it. Instead, you soak it in a bowl and feed it to your mouth, not your face or nose. Adults laugh, and she laughs. I don't know when a bite of rice can be fed to your mouth. When adults applaud, she will also put down her spoon and clap her hands happily.

My daughter is so cute. People love to serve big bowls, and they cry if they don't give them. When they serve a big bowl, they stick their noses and mouths together like pigs and puppies. Sometimes they feed adults, and the whole meal is often used on her. Later, I thought, I don't know how to start or end a meal. This is life.

When my daughter goes to kindergarten, she is most proud of carrying a big schoolbag, skipping and telling her stories. I don't know how many times the pig has said it, but I still like to listen. I laughed at myself for being a competent father.

Winter goes and spring comes, and the seedlings don't grow. In a few years, the kindergarten will grow taller. From the background, people think, learn to climb by themselves, people pull the steps, help the wall by themselves, let go of all mistakes and take one more step a day. Run on the ground before you recover, move the stool and get up. I feel that every little skill you learn is a big step in life.

Every success is the hope of adults. In the process of growing up every day, adults seem to feel that they are dreaming. Every day, they are looking forward to their daughter's growth. I don't know when I can go to kindergarten and go to school. The waiting time is so long. Seeing my daughter's back at school, she flew away like the wind, only to find that time flies. Yesterday's dream has not disappeared. I shook my head and asked myself how many years have passed.

My daughter has grown up day by day.