It seems that when I was a child in school, the school never asked me to write a proposition essay about my parents, so I didn't have the opportunity to carefully describe what kind of person my father was, and now although no one will ask me to write it, I still want to record my father in my memory.

My dad is a person I respect and respect very much in my life, just like when he came to pick me up from my grandmother's house when I was 6 years old, I looked up at him, although I am taller now, but in my heart, I still look up to him from this angle.

Our relationship may be different from other intimate father-daughter relationships, where my father is the only son in the family, has three older sisters and a younger sister, and is also a middle manager in a family business. He is sometimes humorous, sometimes serious and serious to tell me some of the great truths of life, his work achievements come from his own hard work, I have heard many times in the mouth of the elders dad from the young field director, to his own business, and then to the current business management personnel this hard experience. I really want to know more about my dad, but in the nearly 30 years of my life, I may only spend less than five years with my dad day and night, and my dad has never picked me up and dropped off from school, nor has he held a parent-teacher conference for me, nor has he participated in such colorful parent-child activities as now, but I remember that when I was a child, my dad would pick delicious mops for me, sweet sorghum fruits, delicious sour wood pulp, and he would ride a motorcycle to take me to discover a lot of delicious food from nature.

There are three things that I remember most vividly with my father, the first thing is when I was still at my grandmother's house, when I was in preschool, my father came to visit me on the weekend, and when he took me around the street, he saw a man who sold handmade toys, that is, the kind of person who chose a hole in a mold, and then kept drawing a circle with a pen in another rabbit-shaped mold, and finally drew a toy with a geometric pattern, the man who sold things wanted me to try it, but I was very disgusted that he grabbed my hand, screamed and ran away, and then my father still bought me that set of toys, and when I returned to my grandmother's house in the afternoon, I didn't eat properly, and then my father hit me for the first time, he cried himself after the beating, wiping his tears and snot with a pillow towel from his grandmother's house. The second thing was when I was in the third grade, when I was staying at my aunt's house, or my dad came to visit me on the weekend and took me to eat hamburgers, there was an event in the fast food restaurant at that time, and I could get a doll for free by reciting a passage about fries and potatoes, and I quickly memorized it, and my dad watched me recite it proudly in front of the clerk, and as a reward I got a pair of dolls, but later I had to take it back because I was told that the event was over, and after my dad's argument, I took one of the dolls back, it was a Snoopy in denim bibs。 The third thing was when I was in the summer vacation of fifth grade, when my long hair was cut short to the top of my eyebrows by a cousin of my aunt's family who studied beauty and hairdressing, and my father came back from the market on a motorcycle, and happily showed me the beautiful leather bands he bought for me to tie my hair, and then found that I couldn't use it anymore, and I touched my hair helplessly.

I don't remember when I "grew up", I forgot how to eat sour wood pulp, I forgot how to get along with my dad, and instead of this, "Be independent, be strong." These words were engraved in my heart like a slogan, so my father became my respectful father, he was the "most reliable" person in my mind, in front of him, I seemed to have grown up, but we did not go through the process of "growing up" together.

I don't know my dad, I just know that he is a hard-working, self-fulfilling person, and at the same time he cares more about family relationships and ups and downs, no matter how sad he goes, he still swallows his emotions and comforts others with humor. In fact, maybe no one in this world will really understand anyone, including themselves. But there is one thing that I am very similar to my father, we both want to do our best to make the people around us happy, not sad because of what we have experienced, nor regret because we have not experienced anything, if there is not enough happy memories between the family, it is not enough to offset the wind and rain in life, if we can start from the beginning, I hope that our family can hug each other tightly and not run aground on the shore.

Today's dream: Jin Zi dreamed that he was taken to a secret room by his parents' boss and the boss's wife, there is an eight-sided mechanism in the secret room, and if you touch the wrong mechanism, you will release cement and chemical water containing poisonous gas, Jin Zi thought of a lot of ways and failed to crack the mechanism, and you can't find it out with your mobile phone on the Internet, and finally everyone can only come out of the entrance in a gray way, but I didn't expect that at this time the cement and chemical water reacted, releasing toxic gases, everyone immediately fled in a panic, and the proprietress loudly ordered a few people to move the bag of cement away, which is safe。 In that small county town, Jin Zi knew that his parents had invested almost all their energy in this company, and this kind of private family business, the relationship was bigger than the sky, my father was almost all year round, and he was on duty even on the morning of the New Year. Laundry and ironing, of course, they also received more benefits and help from the boss than ordinary workers, the life pattern of small cities and big cities is different, gold hopes that what they don't get in the family, can get comfort at work, don't look back, and go down in the direction they choose.