The classic sentences about the back are as follows:

1. Even though his back is not as broad as he remembered when he was a child, it is deeper than what he saw when he was a child. Time, time, slow down

and don’t let him grow old again. Even though his back is getting worse and worse day by day, it is the warmest back. Because that is the father.

2. In my memory, my father does not have much aftertaste or attachment to me, only his back. As far back as I can remember, my father has been taciturn and has never cared too much about me. Is it really just a deep father's love?

3. Looking at the loneliness of my mother, the great figure slowly left. My eyes also shed crystal droplets unconsciously. I saw my mother's back in the crystal droplets.

4. The gorgeous night sky failed to retain the distant figure. I want to say thank you to this retreating figure for allowing me to still have my own imagination and understanding in this noisy situation. It is a relief to myself and my own salvation. The night outside is filled with leisurely gatherings and separations. Please allow me to pray for a better life for the wandering people in this way.

The highlight of Zhu Ziqing's novel "Back".

I said: "Dad, let's go." He looked outside the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. Just stay here and don't move around." I looked at the moon over there. There are several sellers waiting for customers outside the fence of the platform. When you get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump off and climb up again.

My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there.

He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet upwards; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. At this time I saw his back, and my tears flowed down quickly. I quickly wiped away my tears. Afraid that he would see it, and also afraid that others would see it. When I looked outside again, he had already hugged the scarlet orange and walked back.

When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When I got here, I quickly went to help him. He walked with me to the car and put oranges on top of my fur coat. So he puffed away the dirt on his clothes, feeling very relaxed. After a while, he said: "I'm leaving. I'll write you a letter over there!"

I watched him go out. He walked a few steps, turned around, saw me, and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back blended in with the people coming and going, and he couldn't be found anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. .