My father has several nicknames in my family, such as "Mr. Rubik's Cube", "Sportsman" and "Robot". These are his precious daughters. I picked it up. My father is Mr. Rubik's Cube. In the third grade, my father and I watched a wonderful Rubik's Cube competition on TV. We think it's interesting to spell the Rubik's Cube, and we all want to try it, but none of us can. At this time, my father said, "Wait, my dear daughter, I will learn to teach you soon." "Almost learned?" I secretly questioned. As a result, my father quickly found the Rubik's Cube textbook on the Internet, pondered it for a long time, and really learned to teach me. I began to learn from my father with a grain of salt. The first step is to align the white cross. Alas, everything is difficult at the beginning. I turn left and right, either this piece or that piece is missing. At this time, my father reminded me: "Be good at reasoning and summing up and find a unified law." He demonstrated the operation process several times from my point of view. After being said by my father, I suddenly realized and understood the rules. The first step was successfully completed after several turns. I found the feeling of being involved, and the next steps went smoothly. I finally restored a complete Rubik's cube by using the little skill of "small fish tail" summarized by my father. Dad not only learned to spell the Rubik's Cube quickly, but also taught me this "Rubik's Cube Little White" as a "Rubik's Cube Beginner", which is really my "Mr. Rubik's Cube". My father is also an athlete. He loves sports very much. He is very good at basketball, badminton and table tennis. During the epidemic, dad can't go to the gym to exercise. He specially bought a full set of sports equipment, including special sports shoes, sports mats, dumbbells and so on. When the strong sports music of "One, Two, Three, Four" is playing in my home, it is my father's exercise time. At home, my father exercises in a planned and self-disciplined way every day. Dad not only insists on exercising by himself, but also urges me to exercise. My skipping times increased from about one minute 160 to about 200 a minute, thanks to my father! He taught me a secret, that is: the frequency of hands and feet should be consistent, and the angle between hands and body should be stable, so as to keep skipping rope uninterrupted. My father is also a robot. Spring Festival cleaning, my father turned into an all-around cleaning robot: the living room windows at home are tall, big and numerous, and it is difficult to clean. He quickly climbed up the window frame, picked up the rag and wiped it with his hand before opening the bow. He was agile, like a capable Spider-Man; When mopping the floor, he became a sweeping robot, stepping on the floor cloth with two feet, meticulous, mopping the floor quickly and steadily; When cleaning the chandelier, he took a wet rag in one hand and a dry rag in the other, as if he had a robot with three heads and six arms, and did a lot of work. Oh, my hardworking and "smart" father, after his hard work, the home has become bright, clean and brand-new. My father taught me all kinds of experiences, urged me and guaranteed me. My father was a solid backing on my growth path. Mr Rubik's cube, sportsman and robot are all good fathers who love me! Source: urbanite