Sketch the back and imitate it. Take a fragment from your life with your lover, grasp a certain action and expression of your lover, and describe it in 200-300 fragments.

The next day, I am going to school. Dad got up quietly before dawn. With rough hands, he folded the quilt I was taking to school into a square. Then he found a plastic sheet, smoothed it on the table, put the quilt in the middle and folded the four corners together. Finally, he tied the quilt tightly with a textile belt. The big and thick quilt seemed to be enchanted in his hand, and his body shrank several times. Dad found me and turned to me and said, "It's still early, so you should sleep more." Looking at the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, looking at you who are black and clear, I feel my eyes are moist. I think he must have stayed up all night. Yesterday, in order to buy me a ticket, he rode his bike to the station outside Wuli Road and asked several times. Today, he got up early for fear of missing the bus.

After packing properly, my father put the luggage on the bike and said to me, let's go, get to the station early and get on the bus. The early autumn morning is full of chill, and as soon as I go out, a cold wind hits me. Father stood in the wind, pushing the handlebar. By this time, he was already red with cold, but he still put on a pair of gloves for me to put on. I can't help but say, "Dad, I'd better go to the cart." Dad said, "No, you just walk in the back, son. There are many cars on the road, so I have to pay more attention than you. " Why don't you put on gloves, dad? ""No, it's not winter. I am not afraid of the cold. Watch yourself. Don't get cold hands and feet. Not easy to catch a cold. "That's all,

We walked forward step by step, looking at my father's back, reminding me that when I was a child, I always felt that my father was so tall, just like a standing poplar tree. I will often ride on my father's shoulders and play happily. The years are flowing quietly. Now that I have reached my father's shoulder, his back is no longer so tall and his pace is no longer so vigorous, giving people a feeling that Cang Sang and the pier are very thick, as if in the wind. I said to myself, "Dad, at any time, you are the most beautiful and robust tree in my heart. When I grow up, I will shelter you from the wind and rain. "