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

I grew up on my father's shoulders, which supported me and my endless happy childhood.

I remember that at dusk, my father who came back from farming always liked to carry the little me on his shoulders and run back and forth, imitating the sound of horses and wars in his mouth, and the small courtyard was filled with the laughter of our father and daughter; I remember every time I watch juggling, when other children are still struggling to tiptoe and jump because they can't see, I have long been fascinated by sitting firmly on my father's shoulder; I remember that every time I go out on the street, I am carried on my father's shoulders like a general riding a burly horse, proudly reviewing the endless stream of people and dazzling goods ... < P > Now, I will never climb on my father's shoulders again, but the burden on his shoulders is still heavy.

in order to maintain our family's livelihood, my father has to work on the construction site besides farming. Although the income is good, it is hard, but I have never heard him complain that he is tired. Once, I went to the construction site to look for him, and I saw my father carrying a heavy brick upstairs. The muscles on his face are tight, his lips are almost in a straight line, and the sweat as big as beans drops from his forehead one after another, and every step seems so hard and difficult. But that's it. My father just picked up the brick that almost bent the pole on the third floor, and then he came down and asked me what was the matter with a smile. I don't know how many times I have to repeat this kind of hard work every day. Looking at my disheveled and dusty father, my eyes are wet.

once, my father accidentally cut his shoulder by a nail, and when I applied medicine to him, I found that his shoulder was scarred. As a result of working with bare arms in the scorching sun for a long time, my father's shoulders have been tanned, and in some places, the skin has faded, and the thick shoes worn out by pole and heavy objects for a long time can be seen everywhere. And that wound is even more shocking, it is five centimeters long, and the flesh in some places is still bleeding. But my father didn't care, just said with some distress: "I can't focus on my shoulders here. I have to earn hundreds less these days!" My heart ached and I couldn't help choking.