In my eyes, sometimes my father is a boring man. At home, he often sits in his favourite chair to do some reading. Maybe he is too to laugh or play. And he seldom talks with me.
But sometimes my father is a in my mind. One day, when I saw him working on the building ， he was standing so high that I thought he was up in the clouds. He was brave that he was walking on a piece of wood without fear. He was not worried about the .
I love my dad, and I am proud of him.
