A fragment of a depiction of his father, a detailed depiction of his father

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His face hid his subtle joy, the wrinkles on his forehead were his weather-beaten witnesses, and a pair of cloudy eyes were deep in the withered yellow sockets, distant and deep. The large, flat nose reminds people of how burly and strong he once was. The corners of his mouth open slightly to express a simple smile, the upper lip is shriveled and gray, and the white, chapped lower lip tells us that he may have just returned from the harvest.

A pair of powerful hands held a bowl of gruel, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the bowl. The long period of manual labor had made his hands very thick, and the finger bones that had been highlighted by the dryness were like small hills, and there were still traces of black earth on his fingers and nails, perhaps with a faint smell of wheat. This is an old farmer father, and the mud marks on his fingers tell us that he has just put down his hoe.

The blazing sunset stained the entire sky red, and after a tiring day, he carried a bowl of water that was reflected red by the sunset. Yes, we can imagine his thirst from his chapped lips. You can still detect a faint smile on your tired face, is it the comfort of stopping after a long period of physical exertion, or the joy of irrepressible harvest?

Maybe both! He had a white sweat towel wrapped around his head, and he couldn't help but think that maybe there was a leaf cigarette hidden in it, maybe there was a bamboo cigarette stick behind his ear. His forehead, the corners of his eyes, and his face were covered with cobweb-like wrinkles, engraved with the trials and tribulations of his life.

The deep sunken eyes contain his simple thoughts, are they reminiscing, or are they longing? Looking at this face, my heart was shaken. A kind of sourness wells up in my heart, is it sad and moved?

None of that seems right.

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My father was an authentic farmer, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, facing the loess and turning his back to the sky for more than 50 spring and autumn seasons. Aside from farming, my father had little to no success in his career; Those few acres of thin land became his closest companions, and farming was all he worked for most of his life.

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On the way back, he always likes to take the secluded asphalt road, but it is far away, but I like it, and he is willing. Sitting in the car, the car is running fast, the wind is blowing fiercely, I really like it. I wish the road was longer, just like he took me on an electric tricycle when I was a child, so let's make it longer......

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My father is like a wolf, with a strong exterior and a gentle heart. He loved me, but never doted, and he made an alternative way to love me.

1. Father is a mountain, and father's love is water. He drove all the demons away, leaving a patch of light behind. Father is poetry, father's love is rhyme. He is the one who makes our lives better.

2. My father is a truck driver, he has a big belt of more than 1.8 meters, his ordinary face is full of the hard work and hardships of going out every day, he has a pair of bright eyes, but after the daily wind and rain, the bright eyes are also hung with a trace of gray, a big mouth, giggling all day long, there seems to be no trace of sorrow.

3. He always smokes. I looked at his dark yellow face and wondered if his face was yellowed by smoke. He had a cigarette between his index and middle fingers.

Sometimes it's Liqun, sometimes it's the Yellow Crane Tower, and sometimes it's China. He smoked in a particularly graceful posture, taking a deep puff of the cigarette, and then slowly, as if tasting the taste of the cigarette, he spit it out for a long time. The lingering smoke ring in the air was an extremely lonely arc.

4. My father is a resolute and cold man who never seems to give in. However, my father was willing to bow his head and let me sit on his shoulder, and he was happy to do it.

5. When the son was young, his father was his care for Jian Hongshen, and when his son was older, his father was his think tank and staff officer; The son is the father's pistachio when he is young, and the son is the pillar of the father when he is older. The father has a son, and the son has a father because of the father can make the tortuous life journey of the two people smooth, and the flat journey becomes smoother, so the father has an afterburner, and the son has a navigation light.

6 "In times of fear, fatherly love is a stepping stone;

When it is dark, fatherly love is a lamp that illuminates;

When it is exhausted, father's love is a bay of water of life;

When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar;

When you succeed, fatherly love is an encouragement and a wake-up call. ”

The best tutor is nothing more than a steady, patterned father, and a loving mother.

The beautiful passages describing the father are as follows:

1. Father's love is the sun, even on a cloudy day, I can feel his light; Father's love is the cherry blossom selling high mountain, even in the most difficult times, encouraging me to straighten my spine; Father's love is Beidou, even in the night when I can't see my fingers, I can discern the direction; Fatherly love is ......

2. Sometimes, mother's love is trivial, manifested in countless nagging, which is both touching and annoying; And father's love is subtle, although there are not many words, but it is often impossible to ignore. Since there are great differences between men and women in the way they express their thoughts and feelings, the love of parents for their children is no exception. Although from the outside, father's love is not as warm and hearty as mother's love, but he has integrated all his father's love into the hustle and bustle of his family's livelihood.

3. Father's love is a big book without words, and when I read it, I will have inexhaustible strength to rise in the belief of my life; Father is like a towering mountain, people who do not know true love can never reach the peak, when you understand his good intentions, you feel that he is kind and kind.

4. Some people say that mother's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like the sea. But I said that father's love is the sea, and we are only a ship as children, and we can never sail out of the harbor; Father's love is the sky, we are just a little bird, we can never fly out of the vast sky.

5. Father's love is a cup of strong tea, when you are tired, it only takes a few sips to refresh your mind; Father's love is a song of mountains and rivers, when you are impetuous, make you wake up like a dream; Fatherly love is a crutch that finds a good center of gravity for you and builds a field of hope.

6. What is the instinct of a father? I thought about it: a father's instinct is to shield his children from a glare of sunlight, a tiny speck of dust, a speeding car, a ferocious lion ......In short, a father's instinct is to shelter his children from the wind and rain and even give everything he has, including his life.