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This is a famous saying of my father. My father lived half his life, with a pile of fluffy hair covering his black face, fingers like dry wood, and stiff skin, some of which were unbearable to witness. This is my father, who has never done anything illegal in his life. He always said to me, "It's good to be clean all your life."

His indifference to money

Once, on my way home from the market. The sunset is like blood, the branches lengthen the shadows, the birds stop singing, and my father hurried home. On the way, my father and I talked and laughed. Suddenly, I saw a leather bag and picked it up. There was a lot of money in it. I was very happy when I saw the money. But my father was silent for a while with his wallet. Finally, he chose to give up, found a way, and finally gave it to his master. I see, father. He never forgets to collect money. His spirit inspired me deeply.

He would rather fail himself than him.

My father was laid off then. I often advise him to rest, but he just won't listen. When I was working in Tanaka, I fell ill unexpectedly and was forced to borrow money. It was a snowy day when my father went to borrow money. At that time, there were snowflakes like goose feathers in the air, and the blood was more than a foot deep. My father found a rich family in this world of white clothes. That day, the rich man was very happy and lent it to his father readily, and promised not to pay it back. My father left with dark clouds on his face. The next day, the rich man's yard was cleaned, and only when asked did he know that it was all done by his father. So he knew how to respect his father and wrote him an iou.

He cherishes his personality.

Father never pays attention to dressing up, he is very simple. Neighbors think my family is poor and can't live a good life. So my father went out to work. Once my father came back from work with several ancient porcelain bowls in his hand, which were very delicate and beautiful. The neighbors all came to see it. But a man who was jealous of my father said it was stolen. At that time, my father was anxious and punched the busybody in the face. Later, my father fought with him, and those bowls were also broken by the busybodies. Father completely lost his mind and fought with him. I asked my father, "It was a good thing, but I lost my wife and soldiers. Why bother? " My father gave me a slap in the face. My father's anger made me understand everything.

Father, I really appreciate that I have been clean all my life.