In the sixth grade of primary school, my English was poor, and my grades were always downstream, which was despised by individual teachers and classmates. In a monthly exam, I was honored to win the "first place", but I came last. The English teacher asked the whole class to take the test paper home and sign it for their parents.

After school, I came home with this heavy test paper and walked to the door unconsciously. I wandered around the door alone, afraid to do it. My father who came back from farm work saw me and pulled me into the house.

The sun sets slowly. When night fell, we finished our dinner. My father sat in the boss's chair and watched TV. I went to him with a test paper. When he read the test paper, to my surprise, my father did not criticize me, but gently held me in his arms and said to me gently, "I know you must have something." "How do you know?" I asked in surprise. Because I am at home, I see your concentration. Dad said casually. I finally burst into tears and began to cry sadly. Dad said seriously, "Why are you crying? This is just an exam. As long as you try your best, dad won't blame you for failing again. Work hard next time! " Dad firmly supports you. "I nodded my head. Since then, I have studied hard, studied hard and memorized hard every day, and finally achieved ideal results. I know, this achievement is due to my father!

Another time, I went to a friend's house to play and saw a pot of henna in his house. I looked at the beauty and felt itchy, so I picked a lot of flowers and went home to dye my nails. When I got home, my father saw henna and asked me where I picked it. I told him in detail. Without saying anything, dad dragged me to a friend's house to explain the reason. Since then, I have never picked other people's flowers without permission!

My father encouraged me when I failed; When I made a mistake, my father asked me to correct it.

Dad, thank you! You will always be the person I respect!