200 words of my father, his writing fat, short, happy together brilliant than anyone else, angry and no one dared say a word in front of him, this is my father. Although his father in the distance to do business in normal times, I have never not thought about my father, my father to come back until you know the news, my heart can not help but have a little surprise, I began to look forward to his father back, but also began to recall and the father played a little bit. In elementary school, when other students are part of their small alarm clock, but I did not, but I do not get angry, but he is rather special, because I have a kind of father. Every day he is always night in the weaving, to go to the morning eight or nine began to sleep, the daily routine of this unusual, but I just drilled a loophole. I also remember him very deeply that is the way to wake me up. It was winter, my father was wearing a black hat, black top hat that I saw only the fathers pair of eyes, deep eyes, my father is always a red bed that coat, jacket stained with the black pieces stain, the mother seems to have never washed this dress to the father, the mother may be too busy now! His fathers pants is a large area occupied by the patch, because all black, so it is not clear. Every time my father called me, have no need for him to speak, as long as he opened the door, turn on the lights, I woke up naturally, when my father would open the door to the corridor to the station for a while, that time was still dark the father only just stops for a moment, his mouth does not stop talking about the what, they came. Now think about it, then was it was so beautiful, I really hope this feeling will last forever my heart!
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