My father has a pair of bright eyes, black hair, high nose, running like the wind, small mouth, big ears, tall.
I hammer my father's back every day. When my father comes back from work and sits on the sofa watching TV, I hammer my father's back. No matter how light or heavy the hammer is, sometimes my father grins and praises me for my good hammering. On weekends, my father likes to sleep in. I drag him out of bed to play games with me, so he asks me to help him step on his back Dad's back, but also from time to time jump twice, stepped on the father yelled: "forget it, forget it, I get up, do not get up again, you will be jumping waist broken." Then he got up laughing.
another time, my father felt something on his back and asked me to help him get rid of it. I lifted up my father's clothes and saw that it was real! I can't pull it down, but I didn't give up. I tried my best to pull it down. It turned out to be a hair!
every time my father accompanies me to play games or take a walk, he will reason with me; he will help me correct my posture when I do my homework and teach me what I don't understand. He is my good "teacher".