My father, a sculptor by profession, just turned forty this year, not very old. But his white hair is more than my grandmother's, which is a bit dazzling.

Dad works in the dark every morning. Did he knock? ? The voice of the head often melts into my sleep. In the evening, he always goes to bed very late. As soon as he went to bed, he fell asleep and snored everywhere.

Although I am busy at work, my father is very concerned about my study. Before the start of each semester, he always goes to Xinhua Bookstore, selects carefully and buys back a lot of exercises. To this end, I repeatedly complained in my mind: When can I finish so many exercises?

Usually I do exercises well, and my father always corrects them by himself, circles the concepts he thinks are important, circles the wrong questions I made, analyzes the wrong questions for me, and then cuts them out and pastes them in the wrong book, saying that he wants me to do them again before the third grade exam.

Whenever there are midterm and final exams, my father is busier. Before the exam, he will definitely ask me what subjects I will take today and tell me, "Don't be nervous during the exam. I took the exam so many times and got good grades. I will definitely do it this time. " When he comes back, he will eagerly ask, "Is the exam difficult? Is there any problem you won't do? What is the title of the composition? " Then, he will ask me to estimate the total score. Judging from his devotion, he seems to care more about the exam than I do. If I do well in the exam, my father will be so happy that he can't sleep for several days. If I don't do well in the exam, my father will help me find the gap, find the reason, and encourage me to cheer up and get back on the road.

The day before he got the report card, he always called the class teacher to ask about the scores of various subjects and their ranking in the paragraph. In this regard, I disagree: "What's the hurry? Aren't you going to school tomorrow? "

During the summer vacation, my father sent me to Chengguan Town to study my composition. Every time, he took me to Chengguan Town by motorcycle, and then hurried home to work. Looking at his back, my heart is sour.

Later, I learned that my father wanted me to be admitted to Shengzhou No.1 Middle School and then to a famous university. Knowing this, I blame myself for some of my previous ideas.

Father's love is as vast as the sea, as deep as the sea, and his father's expression is always in silent action.

Writing here, my father's image reappeared in front of me, and his white hair was so eye-catching.

Father, I love you!