What qualities should a servant have to write an article?

Childhood is happy. I vaguely remember that my childhood was spent on my father's loyal old "servant"-flying pigeon bike. My father often rides it, taking me to the suburbs or countryside to see the beautiful countryside, taking me to the factory to "visit" and taking me to the street to "travel".

Every time my father ties a balloon on my wrist, I sit on the cushion of my bike like an angel, and the breeze makes my "little baby" dance in the wind. I proudly greeted the trees, flowers and children on the roadside, but I didn't know that the sweat had soaked my father's clothes. On one occasion, my father accompanied me to the countryside for an outing. I am "crazy" and have a good time. On my father's way home, suddenly a gust of wind blew my little balloon away and I cried. My father smiled and comforted me: "Baby, Uncle Feng likes your little balloon, and he hasn't had enough fun!" " At this moment, a motorcycle passed by me. It is really fast! "Dad, dad, it's not Uncle Feng who invited me to the balloon, it's them. I also want a motorcycle! " I spoiled my father. Dad wiped his sweat and said, "OK, Dad will buy it for you, but you must be obedient!" " "I nodded happily, and my father took me home by bike with difficulty.

Since then, I have spent much less time with my father. My father goes out early and comes back late every day. How many nights I lay on the windowsill waiting for my father to come back, but my mother and I fell asleep and my father hasn't come home yet. On my birthday, my father finally came back on a brand-new motorcycle and said, "Happy birthday, baby!" " "I am so happy that I feel that I am the happiest person in the world. Many years later, although my father still took me out to play, I found that my father was obviously dark, thinner and more tired.

In this way, I spent year after year with satisfaction. When my father took me back to my hometown to dig wild vegetables, the weather was not very good and he said that he would change his face. After the dark clouds, it rained heavily. Although we were wearing helmets, the speeding car beside us spilled mud all over us mercilessly. My beloved flowered skirt ... . Dad hugged me in my hysterical crying and said with distress, "Baby, let's buy a car, too?" Since then, my father has been more tired and worked harder than before. Many times I can't help but want to say, "Dad, we won't buy a car!" " "Finally, I didn't speak. On mom and dad's wedding anniversary, dad drove back proudly, and we greeted him at the door. At this time, I couldn't help but shed a few tears, flowing away my love for the car and returning my love for my father. With the new "servant", it will take our home farther away.

I love "servant", and I love my loyal and hardworking father even more!