A guide to writing the most beautiful people

"When I was a child, I used to sit on my father's shoulder. My father was a rickshaw puller ..." When I finished singing this song with tears in my eyes, my father's wandering back lingered in my mind in the afterglow of the sunset-it was the most beautiful back. Because my father was away all the year round, I could only imagine it privately when I was a child. I always turn my father into the Monkey King or Tathagata. My father is the greatest! It was not until my father came back to me later that I found that he was not unusual: short and chubby, with a beer belly, and his feet touched the ground and rustled when he walked, especially because he was not as handsome as I thought, and I began to hate him and avoid him. Until one day, I finally couldn't help but ask my mother in resentment: "Why? Why is my father like this? He is not what I want ... "Mom smiled. After entering junior high school, I am glad that I can finally get rid of this background that is not excellent or even disgusting-I am going to live on campus. On the first day of school, my father sent me to a new school. In fact, I am very reluctant, but out of helplessness, I have no ability to carry so many things by myself. Look at my father. He is happier than me. He is busy looking for a teacher, a dormitory, luggage and things for me. He is sweating profusely, but there is always a smile on his face. Because my bed was on it, my father crawled clumsily, gasped and took off his shoes. I suddenly found that his socks were torn and his heels were exposed. I shivered in my heart and thought: He managed me so well, but he didn't take care of himself at all. I looked at him silently: his hair was thin and silvery, his eyes were wrinkled, and his waist was no longer straight. Although among many excellent parents, I suddenly felt that my father's pains flashed before my eyes like a movie: at home, my father would apologize every time he criticized me, but I didn't care. My father always remembers to buy me milk, but he never drinks it when he is tired. Every time my father watches the weather forecast, he misses the TV series just to remind me of the weather, but I never pay attention to it and even hate him ... "Unconsciously, it's getting late. The horizon was dyed orange, and I knew that he, my father, was leaving. When he left, my father didn't say much but said, "Don't lose yourself, don't study too hard, your grades are good or bad, as long as you work hard ..." Hearing these plain but loving words, my blood is boiling, my heart is crying, and every cell in my body is beating with a substance-love. I look far away, hoping that my tears will calm down ... The wind is blowing the leaves. Father! Please forgive me! For a long time, you were my resting tree, but I didn't know it. Although you are short, from now on, I suddenly feel that your image in my heart is getting higher and higher ... your back is the most beautiful in the sunset! This beautiful photo will always be treasured in the deepest part of my heart! Forever! never ...