Kashgar in Xinjiang is getting better and better. Or a lousy composition of about 450 words.

Another semester is coming, and I'm going to study in a distant hometown. My family doesn't have a motorcycle, so my father will always take me to school. We walked on the winding mountain road for two and a half years, this is the last half year, because of the sweat scattered on these dozens of mountain roads. Even if I am very tired, I still grit my teeth and walk step by step.

I don't know when the Miki Bridge in front of me broke. Father looked around, frowning as if he could not pass. We sat down to have a rest. Looking at the sweat on my father's forehead, I can't help shivering. I suddenly took off my shoes and tried the water depth. It's a good thing I didn't soak my upper body. I am happy to say to my father, "Father, leave the burden to me. Look, I can do it. " It's very cold. Be careful of catching cold. "He took my hand in the water and stubbornly carried me back. Finally, he was overcome. There are too many feelings on his father's back. Now, he is so thin that he can touch the protruding bones with his hands. Look at his hair, it's not all black anymore, and I don't know when it's all silver. Tears have slipped uncontrollably. " Son, come down, I ... "

Standing on the shore, watching my father carry the burden with difficult steps, I vowed to study hard and buy my father a motorcycle! Discuss with my father that I will take a bus to the front to carry the burden. At my strong request, my father gave in. Before leaving, I told him repeatedly that I was still three years old. I encouraged myself while carrying the burden, and I arrived soon. "You are XX's daughter, come on up, I just went to the street."

Fatherly love is great. You don't need to ride a motorcycle to send you to school. Fatherly love is great.