The composition of my old father in senior one.

My father looks old, and the ruthless meat cleaver of the years has carved a series of ravines with different shades on his forehead and face, and his sideburns are all white. This is the first impression my father gave me when I went home this time. My father looks old, and the ruthless meat cleaver of the years has carved a series of ravines with different shades on his forehead and face, and his sideburns are all white. This is the first impression my father gave me when I went home this time. Father looks old, and the years have ruthlessly drawn a series of ravines with different shades on his forehead and face. His sideburns have all turned white, and his once tall and straight back has gradually become rickety. This is the first impression my father gave me when I went home this time.

I had a deep misunderstanding about my father before, because every summer vacation, my father always forced me to make up lessons, either Chinese or English, which made me have no rest for a few days in a summer vacation and made me more and more disgusted with him. But a little thing happened this summer vacation completely changed my view of him.

On that day, the sun scorched the earth mercilessly, and hot air rose from time to time on the earth. Cicada kept chirping in the branches, and people were almost breathless from the heat. At that time, I was sleeping in bed, blowing air conditioning and dreaming a beautiful dream. Suddenly, my father came in to wake me up and said to me anxiously, "Hurry up, we will be late, and the teacher is still waiting." I squinted and murmured, "It's too late anyway. I might as well not go and let me sleep for a while. " But in the end, I didn't hold back my father and reluctantly agreed to his request. I washed my face in a hurry, took the book and prepared to go out. My father stopped me and said, "I'll take you." I was surprised and said grumpily, "What are you doing outside in such a hot day?" The father said, "Nothing." Then push me out.

As soon as I went out, I felt it was really hot outside, and the heat wave blowing head-on was unbearable. At this point, my father has pushed out a bike for me to sit on. Father went to the teacher's house by bike on a hot day. After a while, I felt my arm was hot, as if it were on fire. Touching my hair is hotter than volcanic lava. but

At this time, I thought of my father again and looked at his back, completely soaked in sweat. Even so, he managed to get me to my destination. I looked at the back of my father's departure, and my eyes were moist.

When I got home at night and found no one at home, I called my mother's mobile phone. My mother told me that my father had heatstroke because of overwork after he came back, and now he is in the hospital. Hearing this, my heart felt extremely sad.

Although I still feel guilty every time I think about it after so long, my father never blames me. Instead, I use my shoulders to hold up a sky for me, shelter me from the wind and rain, and let me thrive on the road of life. Now that my father is old, let me hold up a blue sky for you and block the ups and downs of life for you.