Almost 30 years old, I always like to think about people and things around me when I am quiet and alone. It is your father who is most ashamed to ask himself.

My father is in his sixties, short and chubby, and his round face always has the brilliance of a man in his forties. Every time I go home to see my father, he can always reassure me that he is still healthy and strong.

My father works in a cloth factory not far from home. It is said that it is the most demanding job in the factory. There were originally three people in the factory who did this job. One of them was five years younger than his father and resigned because he couldn't stand being tired. So there are only two people left (in fact, in my memory, my father has mentioned that he is too tired to do the work, perhaps because our child can't help him find a better job, so his father has been doing it). Their task is to carry a ton of cloth to a car higher than their height and then transport it to the warehouse. I work like this for nearly ten hours every day, and I have to hurry to eat, otherwise I will push the goods and extend the shift time. If I leave work early, my father will definitely go to the fields to find a job. Every time my father talks about going to work, this year is much happier than last year. He told me that his boss gave him a monthly salary increase in 200 yuan this year. I know some arithmetic, but I can't figure out why my father is happy. Two people did three jobs, but only got an increase of 200 yuan?

In my memory, my father is always the one who eats the hardest at home, but works the hardest. Some people say that my dad has been a coolie all his life, and he can't stop during the Chinese New Year and the holidays. My father said that the work in the field is endless. Even at the end of each year, I worked hard to finish the work in the factory for a year, and I rarely had a few days off. I also promised the steamed bread boss to help me with a few days of hard work. We always distressed to persuade him not to go, and he always smiled and comforted us. It's simple. Throughout the year, the steamed bread business is the busiest. It is common to work overtime at night, and my father has been with me until the thirtieth day of the lunar calendar.

In my ignorant years, I always quarreled with my father for some reason. I am a stubborn temper, and I always hate my father to arrange some farm work for me when I am busy with my studies. I always hate it when dad comes home from work and asks me to arrest him. I always hate that my father has to make me recite the whole book every semester, and I hate that my father always comes to my school in rags ... whenever I am dissatisfied with my father, I always find a series of extremely hurtful words to stimulate my father. Now that my father is old and I am mature, we both erase these unpleasant memories from our mouths, but in my heart, with my own understanding, these experiences pierce my bone marrow like handfuls of steel knives. I have a lifetime debt to my father.

Every time I see my father's nails, I always urge him to cut them. Under his fingernails, he deeply penetrated into the dark soil. My father said half jokingly, I can't live without dirt in my life. These dirt, really squeezed in my father's nails, penetrated into my father's nails, and that kind of pain has been stinging my heart. It hurts. My father's hand, in many ups and downs, touched the soil. It was his painful contact that kept me going from primary school to college. I am lucky to have a pair of hands as short and thick as my father, which makes me feel stronger and more practical than ever before.

Now, I have bought a house in the city through my own efforts. My father can always be proud of me in front of others. I think the most valuable achievement in my life is filial piety to my father.