My father, my teacher My father , the one I love, is a forty-year-old man. Though he is not a real teacher, he has taught me a lot. When I was a child, my father was strict with me, which helped me form good habits. When I did something wrong, I would be punished. So I was afraid of him when I was a child. I thought he didn’t love me and I didn’t love him. As time goes by. I found he become more and more genial. When I went to the best high school in my city, he worked harder to make me study comfortably. My father’s hair has turned white now. And I understand my father’s love. He teaches me what to do and how to do it. I want say to him ”I love you.” 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/3887a9ea6394dd88d0d233d4b14e852458fb3904.html