Composition Dad’s Bag 350 Cross?1?6

It’s late at night, people are quiet, and the street lights are on. Dad’s tall and thin figure appears in the night. Of course, dad is still accompanied by the familiar backpack.

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Dad is thin and tall. He does not look very serious, but very gentle. Oh, by the way, Dad also has a pair of beautiful hands and thick shoulders. .

Dad is a businessman. When it was just dawn, he had already picked up his bag and went out. He stayed in the store all day. When I fell asleep, my father's firm footsteps echoed. At the door.

It was a weekend and I went home. Looking at my father’s thin face, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I had never cared about my father. !"Dad, let me go home with you tonight!" I smiled and looked at my dad.

"Okay, whatever you want!" Dad's hands were typing on the keyboard neatly, and he received him seriously. He looked at every customer and didn't even have time to say a word to me.

"Oh, no, it's too cold tonight. You'd better go back first without waiting for me. Be careful not to catch a cold!" Dad As if he remembered something, he suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned around and said to me.

"I wore a lot of clothes, it's not cold."

"That won't work either. Go back quickly, it's getting dark and the road is too slippery!"

"I don't want it!" I said stubbornly.

"Okay, I can't beat you."

Tick tock...tick tock...Time passed by minute by second, and all my sleepyheads came to see me.

"Let's go back." Dad said with a smile: "You seem to I'm very tired. I asked you to go back a long time ago. You didn't listen to me!"

"I'm not going to sleep. I'm very energetic."

"Don't be harsh and help me. Let me bring my backpack, let's collect the mobile phones and go home."

"Oh" I handed the bag to my father.

After a while, the mobile phones on the counter were all used by my father. Put it into the bag. "Dad, let me help you get it. You move the billboard outside." As soon as I took the bag from my father, I was stunned. It was really heavy. The straps It also made my shoulders hurt. Dad repeated this action every day. I thought, Dad must be so tired! Suddenly, my eyes became moist. Dad never complained to us. Although time has worn out the backpack It left red marks on his shoulders, but he laughed it off.

I remember that on my father’s birthday, I gave him a gift and wrote a letter. In the letter , I told my dad: You will always be my favorite dad. Only under your shelter can I thrive! My dad, who has always been strong, actually shed tears after reading this letter.

The Sun He took the trouble to break through the clouds again. At dawn, my father had already picked up his bag and walked towards his determined post.