In the blink of an eye, three years of junior high school life will be over. However, dad's face is also covered with traces of years. I suddenly feel that you care too much about me. Please stop working hard for your life and listen to me quietly ... Over the years, I have thrived under your education and guidance. I was naive and lively when I was a child, and I always made some small mistakes. You always patiently say to me, "Although the mistake is small, it will lead to great consequences." As people often say: "Steal needles when you are young, and steal needles when you grow up." Shakespeare also said: "Although the axe is small, it can finally cut down a hard tree after cutting it many times, and so can small mistakes. I like Beethoven and his indomitable spirit. Beethoven was deaf in both ears. You know, a musician who loses his hearing is like a driver who loses his eyes, but he suffers. He encouraged himself to say, "I want to hold my fate by the throat, and he can't make me completely yield." "He continued to struggle in the country of music and created the immortal Ninth Symphony, and I am not him. I need you to solve every difficulty. In my growth, study and life, I always encounter difficulties and setbacks of one kind or another, such as failing in exams and being wronged by my classmates and friends. At this time, you will always patiently give me an analysis and encourage me, so that I can learn a lesson and improve myself so as not to make the same mistake again in the future. Dad, now you run around for my sister and me all day. Whenever we go home, we have tofu, cabbage and potatoes that we like to eat. Although these dishes are not delicious, our whole family ate them with relish, so happy and happy that we felt the warmth of home. Dad, whenever my sister and I wear old clothes, pants and shoes, we always want to buy a new set. You always promise us happily. We are always in high spirits when we buy new clothes. What about you? There are few decent clothes at home, so it is always inconvenient to go out. Dad, in your field, I am a green wheat. You helped plow the fields, and it rained. But in which year can I bow to you and offer countless flowers? When you harvest, stamp your hard work?