My father.My father is a manager,42 years old,a little fat,176 tall,like the press and literature,it is helpful.Every time I see his father's fingernails,always urging him to cut well.In his nails,deeply infiltrated the black soil.Father half-jokingly said:can not live this life of the soil.The soil,field squeezing in his father's real nails,nail penetrated his father's meat,the kind of pain,has pain to my heart,is so raw so.His father's hand,the number of storms in years,in contact with soil,it is a raw so he was a contact,have been supporting me from primary school to university.I am glad,father health and a pair of short,thick hands,it made me feel the power,had never felt at ease.
Now,through their own hard work,has bought a house in the city.Her father in front of others proud of me.I think my life's most valuable achievement,filial piety is good too my father.