Who is Wu's father? Is he an actor?

Who is my father? Kimmy (1) After graduating from college, I was assigned to the county TV station and became an ordinary and ordinary reporter. But to my surprise, when I go out for an interview, many people always ask me, "Who is your father?"

(2) We can't generally accuse them of being rude or snobbish. Needless to say, in our small TV station, most people-especially girls my age-have a "good" father, except me.

(3) If you are willing to go to Hanshou with me, cross the wide Canglang River from the shore of clear water, then flow out of the ferry port with the surging traffic, turn right, and you will see two huge iron gates that are almost rusted, two big empty houses deep in the door, or one or two worn-out cars. Under the car, there will be a bunch of men, dressed in greasy clothes, squatting there or standing there knocking on parts, doing electric welding or inflating tires. Because he is the oldest in the whole garage and knows "a little" and "persistent material difficulties" best.

④ My father's life experience is as simple as a blank sheet of paper:/kloc-0 joined the army in 1969,/kloc-0 was transferred to a mine in Hunan in 1972, and/kloc-0 was transferred back to his hometown as an auto mechanic in 1985.

My father has never been lonely in his life. First his mother, then his grandmother, and then his wife built a wall of love and cared for him all his life. I especially want to thank my mother on behalf of my father. Her timely arrival prevented him from becoming a leaf that lost blood in the wind and rain. Her tenacity and tolerance freed him from a huge trap and faced life calmly.

My father has a skill to be proud of: he can shoot. I often steal one or two medals, large and small, which my father won when he was a soldier. I hung them on my chest and walked around the kindergarten with my head held high, which won the admiration of many people. My father also gave me a big box of shell casings, and when I blew it, I gave a sharp whistle. I can change them into almost anything, from sesame cakes to glass balls to homework answers. After my father was demobilized, he learned to fish turtles. After a long fishing rod was thrown into the air, a series of beautiful arcs connected the delicious turtles. Later, when the tortoise passed the table at the price of 350 yuan per catty, I could simply say: I ate too much of this stuff. But the "honor" my father brought me ended there. When I was a child, I was satisfied to have such a father. When I grow up, I gradually have regrets, especially when I graduate. Although the new era emphasizes self-reliance, who doesn't want to stand on the shoulders of giants?

⑦ After taking part in the work, I once went to the countryside with the leader. The leader chatted with me enthusiastically and asked me about my life in detail. Finally, he kindly asked: Did your father come back from Myanmar? -I know he made a mistake. Please correct it. He let out a cry of "Oh" and his smile rolled gently like a frightened mimosa. The entourage looked at me with complicated eyes, as if to be responsible for my "impostor" just now. After this happened again and again, I was so tired that I began to pester my boyfriend for a change. The boyfriend who is used to writing comments hits the nail on the head: You are not your father's daughter, are you? This question surprised me.

Eight months after work, it's my 2 1 birthday. At that time, I was arguing with my father about a trivial matter. He didn't come to see me, but my mother came. I said, why didn't dad come? Mom said he would come, but she was afraid that you would ignore him. I only feel sad after listening to it. A few days later, I took my camera to the Agricultural Bureau for a meeting. On the way, I met my uncle. He said, your father is here, and he is looking for you everywhere. I quickly called my colleagues to change shifts, so I went back by myself. I saw my father standing by the red railing of the dormitory building in the distance, and the afternoon sun was dragging a gray shadow at his feet, which made him look more slender and lonely, carrying a big bag in his hand. My tears came out in an instant.

When I saw my father off, I went shopping with him and bought him a dress. I met my colleague when I came out. While greeting her, I went to help my father and wanted to introduce him, but I turned my head and found no one around. I know my father is not ashamed of himself. He only did it for my self-esteem. I don't want my bling colleagues to see that I have such a shabby father, and I don't want to be ashamed of myself. This is the love my father can give me: vulgar, trivial and even unreasonable, but it makes you feel loved most directly.

Attending colleagues know my ordinary life experience and then go out for an interview. When asked about "father", they often answer for me. Her father is her father.

Simple, but to the point. Yes, for me, the meaning of my father is that he is the one who gave birth to me, raised me and loved me, not how much capital he gave me to spend. He added his fragile brilliance to my life, hoping that I could spend my life safely and brightly.

Reading is a process of recreation. This question depends on your own understanding, and there is no fixed answer. Of course, if you want the standard answer, you'd better find it yourself. Because ... contains a deep love for my father. I introduced my father tactfully, which shows that I like my father.

It shows that my father really loves me and gave me all his love in obscurity, without asking for my understanding.