The title is "My Dad", the second paragraph begins with a transitional sentence

The pride I once had has become an eternal memory. I will remember my father’s behavior and let myself have a sense of pride in my long journey of life.

Dad He loves his job, and he is often away from home for work, so whenever he is free, we often take him out to play. Of course, such opportunities are rare. When I was a child, I always thought that my father He is a policeman, so I have determined to be a policeman since I was a child. Later

I found out that he was a salt law enforcement officer. When I went out to play with him at that time, I would sometimes meet him on the road. My father would also deal with the smuggling of salt by private salt dealers. My mother always said to my father: "Leave him alone when he is alone. It is very dangerous." I can understand my mother's worries. If those people are dissatisfied because they were caught, it is indeed very dangerous, especially when one person is performing a task...

What we are worried about will be revealed later

< p>Later (April 12, 2005), it still happened. In the early morning at that time, my father and two of his comrades went out to perform a mission and seized a batch of smuggled salt, but were attacked by illegal elements

Revenge. Dad’s head was smashed 8 centimeters on the left brow bone, and his face was covered with blood. Two of his colleagues were also injured and hospitalized. I cried when I heard the news at noon that day. I couldn’t wait to rush to the hospital right away. We went

to see my dad, but because we still had to go to school and the hospital was too far away, my mother didn’t allow us to do that. At noon of the second day

we took advantage of more than two hours of During the break, my sister and I took a ride to the hospital to visit my father. When I walked into the ward, I saw my father sleeping with his wounds wrapped in gauze. Only then did I realize that my father’s temples had a few strands of white.

< p>My father seems to be old, is he really old? My father. I touched the wrinkles on his forehead. I was afraid of waking him up, so I retracted my hand. My eyes suddenly turned red, and I quickly walked out of the ward. Tears fell down. When I returned to the ward, my father had already woken up. He smiled at me, we chatted for a while, and then my sister and I went to school.< /p>

My father fought hard for his career, which I am proud of. I am proud of my father,

He loves his job, he is loyal to his job, Even in danger, he never flinches

Dad’s career is noble. I am willing to continue to share the happiness and joy that dad’s career brings to the whole family. I am also willing to continue to share the happiness that dad’s career brings to the whole family. and joy, and would like to continue to share the worries and pain that my father’s career has brought to the whole family