Imitate your back and write about five lines like this.

When I was a child, the figure I saw most seemed to be my father. On many occasions, my father always walks in front of us. Or any occasion. Of course, if he walks behind me, there will be no natural sight and no impression; It happened that my father's back appeared repeatedly in middle school texts and other reading materials. A gentle shadow, generous and powerful. It belongs to tolerance. When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella. I don't like to take it. In fact, it often rains in the mountainous climate of my hometown. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will last. I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrella at home was too heavy and long. I was short at that time. I brought a long umbrella when I was in the fifth grade, and I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building. It was opened by a tall female classmate and was laughed at by her classmates. 15 years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She is married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember her curled up with an umbrella, although I am much taller than her now. I don't remember if I was missing an umbrella. Dad will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I'm still afraid of him. The more scared I am, the more I hope he won't give me an umbrella, but it's impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and her home is between my mother's school and mine. My mother can't walk a long way to see me off, especially when I go out. My father will say, I have already said, take an umbrella on a sunny day, and I am full and hungry. Then pass me the umbrella. I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps. I think I fell behind on purpose. Father found that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down. So you can see his back completely from the back. Sometimes, I will see the rain coming obliquely, and my father's umbrella is not straight, so I will spray my clothes a little. On another occasion, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the way. Tell them that my father and I can take an umbrella. I watched them walk away. Father never looked back. He walked ahead in the rain. I called my father. Maybe the rain was loud and my father didn't hear it.