Dad, I want to talk to you about the role of composition in the field.

Dear Dad:

Hello. I've always had a lot to say to you, and it's always one sentence: "Go back to school quickly and don't dawdle here." I have been afraid to tell you what I think. When I want to tell you, you always ruin it. I want to tell you something that I have hidden in my heart for a long time through this exercise.

Dad, I came to thank you for taking care of me 12 years. You raised me as a pupil. You work hard for us outside day and night and seldom take a rest. You are ill. We told you not to go to work, but you still insisted on going. You should also have a good rest and work properly. Don't go to work even if you are ill, your body won't support you.

You always come to take me home when it rains. I remember once, when I came home from school, you stood outside waiting for me. I wear very few clothes. My father saw me shaking. You gave me a coat, but you only wore a few clothes. When I got home, I asked you, "Dad, you didn't, did you?" Dad said, "Nothing." You secretly got up to cook ginger soup while I was sleeping, so I didn't know you had paid a lot for me. You raised me, and you want me to be the pillar of the motherland and serve the motherland!

And me! But I always love to spend money, and all I spend is my parents' hard-earned money. I didn't study hard, and I didn't realize your painstaking efforts. You gave me such a good learning environment. I will study hard and repay your kindness.

I wish you good health and all the best.