This is a photo that is very special to me. In the photo, I was ten while my dad looked younger. We were playing ping pong happily.
I used to be a ping pong player. My dad trained me so hard, though he was tired after a day's work. Once, I lost a game and I felt so sad that I wanted to give up. My father said nothing, sitting quietly with me. The next morning, I found a piece of paper. It said, “ Never give up ,dear. I am proud of you!”
Now , I spend less time playing ping pong because of my busy study. But I will never forget what my father told me. He is proud of me. How lucky I am to be his daughter!