Excellent composition: My father

If my mother has always attached great importance to my education, then my father is the person who has the greatest influence on my thinking. At that time, what I felt was not only the warmth of the family, but also the fear of my father.

For as long as I can remember, my father's beard was a mess of pine needles, kissing me while stinging me bitterly, but that didn't erase my father's love for me—even though he didn't seem to kiss me again.

Although his father has a beard, he is never sloppy in his work, on the contrary, he is more of a work spirit full of enthusiasm. Honest and capable, completely devoid of the decadence and laziness on his face. He always did things in an orderly and organized manner. His work thinking is roughly: first decide what should be done at the moment, and then think about how to do it, and then make a rough list and adjustment of the possible changes and work plans, thinking about whether it is worth spending a lot of effort to do, and finally putting it into action. At that time, the business was very busy, and my father maintained a cycle mode of 'think well, do it, think again when you do it well', go out early and return late, and he rarely complains.

Another few years have passed. At that time, the economy was in the midst of the Great Depression. There was relatively less work in the family, or it should be said that the source of wealth was cut off, and the original shop was rented and left, and when there was nowhere to go, it had to move to an alley.

The economy was depressed, but my father's beard was still lush and needed to be trimmed frequently. After surviving, he almost cut down the lush trees around his mouth, but the stout stakes could still be seen and touched.

During that time, my father's face was full of gloom and seriousness, and I tried to relieve his pressure, but to no avail, and was reprimanded: These things are not in your hands, you just need to study hard! Under my father's stern reprimand, I had to study sadly. In the end, the father and grandfather simply hung a sign on the tricycle, marked with a phone number, and every time the father or grandfather went out in a big circle with the tool basket, it was also good to have economic income, but the situation was still not optimistic.

At that time, my father sat in the doorway, smoking a cigarette, staring blankly at a white and bald wall opposite the door, and watched for half a day. Looking at him through the smoke, his hair was dyed white, and he was only in his early thirty-five years old...

After a few months, the family supported my father, so my father opened a shop on a street full of peers on the side of the road. The moment of crisis is over, and business is booming and busy again. Father's beard grew back, and the drive returned.

This summer, my father was in new trouble, because he was in the city, and there was no way to live and work for a long time without a house, but in recent years, house prices have risen sharply. My father kept chanting a sentence or two all the time during that summer vacation, but the price of more than a million was also prohibitive. But shortly after I returned, my father still paid the down payment under great pressure, and said to his family with a smile: money can be earned again, but the house price can really not afford to buy it.

The life of waking up early and returning late continues, and my father's hardworking and capable qualities of not being afraid of hardship are still cultivating me. Even if there is darkness in front of me, I would like to wait with him for a long time to find the light.