(2013天津卷)As I held my father’s hands one night, I couldn’t help but notice their calluses(老茧）and roughness. His hands tell the story of his life as a 16 ,including all his struggles.
One summer, I remember, a drought (旱灾)hit Ontario, turning it into a 17 desert. On one of those hot mornings I was picking sweet corn with my dad to fill the last 18 from the grocery store. Fifty dozen was all we needed, which 19 took twenty minutes. That morning, however, the process didn’t 20 quickly. After forty minutes of aimlessly walking in the field, we 21 needed twenty dozen. I was completely frustrated and 22 .Dropping the basket heavily, I declared, “If the store wants its last twenty dozen, they can pick it themselves1”Dad 23 .“Just think, my little girl, only ten dozen left for each of us and then we’re 24 .”
Such is Dad----whatever problem he 25 ,he never gives up. 26 , the disastrous effects of the drought were felt all over our county. It was a challenging time for everyone, 27 Dad remained optimistic. He 28 to be grateful for other things like good health and food on our plates. Only then did I truly begin to 29 Dad and his faith that guided us through the hard times.
Dad is also a living example of real 30 .From dawn to dusk, he walks countless hours to 31 our family. He always puts our happiness 32 his own, and never fails to cheer me on at my sports games 33 his exhaustion after long days. His loving and selfless nature has inspired me to become more sympathetic and
