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My father just stopped the bicycle, I immediately fell asleep, jumped from the bicycle, jumped to the ground, waiting for my father to park the bicycle, rushed to help open the iron door, the mother As usual, I nervously said, Be careful with your hand! At once, I picked up the newspaper that the newsboy was stuffed from the door; I had no sleep at all, although my mother had to bother to ask: Is it difficult? Do you want to go upstairs and sleep for a while? During his love for a woman, but for his children to cover the wind and rain, the father almost lived in the forest. In a year, we rarely have days to meet. When the village boy saw my father returning at the station, he would come to ventilate the letter. I will yell all the way, My dad is coming back! My dad is coming back! He greeted him happily. He ran to him, but he only took the bag in his hand and boiled it with the warmth of water. On the Huangni Road, I walked home with my father's huge back. I held the bag of peanuts on my head. It was a rare opportunity to show off. I don't know, my father's hands full of scorpions, in fact, is the pride I should hold high. Looking back, he occasionally smokes one or two cigarettes, but he doesn't drink or gamble. He doesn't talk long with the neighborhood, and he is very happy with his plain life. He has a loud voice and a vulgar voice, but he is hardworking and has the advantage of being simple and honest. He has no ink on his belly and can't speak poetry, but he always encourages his children to study hard. My father's life can't talk about great achievements, but wins no complaints. I haven't seen my father for more than two years. What I can't forget is his back. That winter, my grandmother died, and my father’s messenger was also handed over. It was a day of misfortune. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou and planned to go home with my father. When I saw my father in Xuzhou, I saw the things that were full of things in the courtyard, and I remembered my grandmother, and I could not help but shed tears. The father said, This is already the case. You don't have to be sad. Fortunately, there is no way to heaven! When I arrived in Nanjing, some friends went to wander around and stayed for one day. On the second morning, they had to cross the river to Pukou and get on the train in the afternoon. Go north. The father was busy because of the matter. He had already said that he would not send me, and asked a well-known tea house in the hotel to accompany me. He went to the tea house again and again, very carefully. But he finally did not trust, afraid that the tea room was not properly posted; quite a while. In fact, I was already twenty years old, and Beijing has been there two or three times. It doesn't matter. He squatted for a while,