On this day, my father was chopping wood, so I went over and looked at it with great interest. Dad first picked up a guy with a big waist and put him sideways on the ground. He also picked up a big round firewood and stood there. I saw that my father first stepped on the guy with big waist and thick waist, then stepped on the ground with his right foot, swinging an axe, and looked like he was going to dismember the firewood. Dad aimed at the edge of the firewood standing there and hacked hard. You may ask, "Why not part in the middle?" Come on, my dad still has experience. Think about it. It's not too difficult to cut from the middle. The firewood is too thick. Separating from the middle can save a lot of energy. I only heard the crack, but I didn't crack to the end. Dad pulled out the axe hard, with great effort, and another axe split into the crack. "Kaka Kaka", alas, the crack has not yet reached its end, just one centimeter away. I thought dad would give the firewood a final blow. Unexpectedly, dad put down his axe and put his hand on two pieces of wood that were about to break, and it broke into two pieces. After that, my father cut one piece after another in a similar way. Bundle the chopped wood into bundles and push it up a firewood mountain. How high is it?
I thought dad would split all the firewood. However, my Hercules father chopped and chopped, and the axe was broken. Dad's chopping wood is coming to an end.