I always love the fierce father. I sometimes don't look good to him. I sometimes get angry with him. He is jealous of him in front of him. Maybe I never thought about my father's hard work in my heart. I always accuse him of blindly, and I don’t care about my father’s feelings. Until that time, my father came back from work and went to eat at the grandmother's house. I stood at the door and looked at him. His body was dirty, it was mud and gray, holding a bowl and chopsticks in his hand, he was pulling the rice, he Suddenly, I felt very distressed. Ah, this is the daddy who worked hard day and night. This is the father who keeps paying. This is the father who is still not willing to rest at home during the Spring Festival and still has to work. I have long been accustomed to his goodness to me. He smiles at my kindness, that silly smile, he is always used to putting his hard work in his heart, can't you still have it. VB, good baby, goodbye, no, no, no. You suddenly eat and eat that day and hide it from the school. I am distressed by him. I gave him a cup of milk tea. He still didn't want to drink. He said that he was not thirsty, but after a while he asked me to ask for an apple. Dad loves me so much, even a cup of milk tea is not willing. drink. I have already gotten used to him like this. Sometimes when he wants to eat some of my things, I still impatiently say him, let him not eat, daddy will not dare to eat, causing him every time later. I will be careful to ask me, I have to eat something, no matter what, I used to be so selfish, so ruthless, how can I do this?