Ilovehim,myfather！ 　　Myfatheralwaysstandsinthecenterofmylife,frompasttillnowandpossiblyinthefuture. 　　MyfamilywasratherpoorwhenIwasinmychildhood.Wedidn'thaveourownhouseandhadtoliveinashabby,smallroomrentedfrommyfather'sfactory.Theroomwassosmallthattherewaslittlespaceforpeopletowalk.Ididn'thavemyownbedandhadtosleepwithmyparents.Thisisterriblebothformyparentsandme. 　　Butfathermadethisalldifferent!Sincetheroomwasonthethirdfloor,namely,thetopfloorinthatoldstylebuilding,theroofwasquitehighabovethefloor.Sofathergotanidea.Heboughttwothickropesandaflatwoodthatlaterwasplanedsmooth,paintedanddrilledtwoholesonbothends. 　　Thenhehungtheendsofropesuptotheroof.Duringthedaytime,thesetworopeswouldbetiedupsothatpeopledowncouldwalkfreely!Whennightcame,fatherwouldloosetheropesandtiedthemtothetwoholesofthatflatwood.Thelengthoftheseropeswasjustlongenoughformetositorsleepontheboardwithoutother'shelp. 　　Sointhiswaymylovely,removablebedwasborn. 　　Whenwintercame,thisspecialbedobviouslywouldn'tbeabletomakemefeelwarmenough.Butfatheralwayshadhissolution!Hebuiltagarretusingsomeflatwoodandironsticksrightabovethebed.Withsomeusedirontubes,hemadeanironladderforustoclimbuptothegarret.Besides,hemadeawoodendeskformetodomyhomework,andsomesimplefurnitureformyclothes,booksandsomethingelsehehadinfactmadeasmallbedroomforme. 　　It'smyfatherthatisagreatman!