Read the following materials and write as required.

It is attracted by the colorful clouds on the horizon and struggles to soar. Cold, hunger, cold and wind and rain can't stop it. It resolutely flew to the top of the mountain. It was exhausted and scarred. A voice asked, is it worth it? The world is vast and colorful, and my heart is full and satisfied, muttering: I do!

There is a small chair opposite my father's desk. My son and his father are sitting there, and his father is cutting newspapers on the table. The father and son were silent and looked at each other quietly. The son looked at his father calmly, and his heart was full of quiet happiness. Father, you have worked hard. I really want to be with you like this.

According to the above two materials, combined with your own feelings and ideas, write a narrative and argumentative essay of not less than 800 words from any angle.

Paper ladder, you said you were not as capable as other people's fathers. You are just a paper ladder. Paper ladders can do nothing.

I said I would, and I would like to go all the way with the paper ladder.

Last winter, you and your mother accompanied me to study in Beijing. On a snowy and rainy day, you took a bag of bacon in one hand and transferred to the bus three or four times to come to the teacher's door. I still remember the way you talked to the teacher, and those big hands that were frozen and cracked. When you left, you kept asking the teacher to take care of me, as if you had exhausted all your gratitude for a lifetime.

You accompany me to buy boarding clothes. When you check out, you find something missing, so you are asked to wait in line for the shopping cart. When I came back, I found you asleep in a chair with a shopping cart. Tilt your head back and snore gently. It's only been three minutes to get things back and forth, and I'm still so tired. At that moment, I stood by your side for a long time, staring at you, and couldn't bear to wake you up. The noisy supermarket suddenly became silent in my heart.

For the first time in eighteen years, I have observed you so closely. The first man who hugged me when I was born, the man who took care of me when I was sick, said to his mother? If you have a son, we cannot father protect you. If you have a daughter, will I protect your mother? That man. Grow up, almost half a year old.

With that in mind, who am I? Nearly half a year old? Scared by this word, I can't imagine the days when you can't spit clearly and eat like chewing wax decades later. I don't know when you became capricious and turned off the lights. You start to be sloppy, you will be sore after sitting for a long time, and you will be exhausted after climbing to the third floor. You are so handsome. My growth seems to be based on your aging, and the nutrient for my growth seems to be your youthful vitality.

? Autumn wind and autumn grass are leaving? It seems to be a portrayal of you. In those days, the man who carried me on his shoulder couldn't breathe when he went upstairs with a bucket.

You are a perfect father and I am an imperfect daughter. I try to make myself more perfect just to tell others that I deserve to be your daughter. At the moment, I'll put you in the examination room. I know you must be anxiously waiting for my triumph at the school gate. I gave you too much hope, and I don't want to disappoint you.

You once told me that you are not a big official or a prominent figure. You can't make an iron ladder like other people's fathers to make children climb higher and higher. You are just a paper ladder, and the paper ladder can't do anything.

I said, thank you for the paper ladder, which makes me stronger and more perfect than others. I'm willing to take the paper ladder and walk all the way.