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Father's love is like a mountain, what kind of father do you remember?

My father is a multi-talented man, he is particularly skillful hands, although he is a laborer, but he will be really quite a lot of things, very strong hands. My father is also a beautiful man, two shortcomings, one is grumpy, one is short.

My father will be really a lot of things, is a dexterous man

Childhood school supplies are bad, or the teacher asked to do a handmade, my mother tutored us to learn the type, but hands to do things but not. Every time you come to the rescue is the father, father handy, our home inside the closet all father hit, closet above the pattern are father with a candle smoked out of the flower. Other people's closet colors are all the same, our family closet color, but my father made blue, that kind of sky blue, especially beautiful. My father also had a kettle, a big tub for bathing, a poke, and a garden where he grew a lot of vegetables and flowers. I am very envious of my father, his brain is particularly good, my sister inherited his advantages, I am very stupid.

My father is a very talented man, he is a beautiful man, but he also has shortcomings

My father has two shortcomings, one is that he is short, just a little more than 1 meter 6, and the other is that he likes to drink heavily, and when he drinks, he will go crazy. When I was a child, I was especially afraid of my father's drinking, but I knew that when my father drank, we had good food, and my father's cooking was top-notch, so we often had guests in our house at that time. My father was a very hospitable man who liked to make friends, but he liked to drink too much, and would go crazy whenever he drank too much. Some men don't drink very well, and when they drink too much, they may become very nagging, and talk a lot about the past, and my mother hated my father for this, so every time my father drank too much and when he nagged him, my mother would fight with him, and the two of them would always fight, and every time, my mother would always suffer, and her body would always be bruised and purple, and this was one of the aspects that I hated about my father.

Besides the fact that my father liked to drink, he was also a very kind person, he couldn't stand to see others being bullied and liked to fight for others. If my father was still alive, I think he would have had a lot of friends. Unfortunately, he left in an accident when I was 13 years old, and now it's been 30 years, and I've almost forgotten what my father looked like?