The daughter knows her father's hard work, her elderly parents, her sick wife, her young daughter, has made wrinkles climbed on her father's face too early, bending her father's originally straight waist.
The father knew his daughter's dream, and she had been interested in music since she was a little girl, dreaming of becoming a master musician like Mozart and Beethoven, and dreaming of being able to stand on the stage and show off her talent to the fullest.
Daughter grew up day by day, her dreams grew stronger day by day. But she buried them all in her heart, knowing that she could not add to her father's burden. She studied very hard and her grades were always at the top. When she came home, she helped keep the house in order.
Father was getting busier and busier every day. Every day, he left the house very early and came home covered in mud and dust. He was so tired that every time he came back, he could not take a shower before falling asleep. But the next day, while the family was still asleep, he was off again.
The daughter didn't know why her father was so busy, she just knew that she had to work harder at her studies so that she could live up to her father's hard work.
Finally, one day, her father made an exception and came home early. As soon as he walked in the door, he hurried to take a shower; it had been a long time since her father had taken a proper shower. He finished his bath, shaved, changed into clean clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror, his originally handsome face now looked old, and his upright figure had been bent by the burdens of life. But thinking about what he is going to do later, the father's face surfaced a long-lost smile, is so happy, so relaxed. Father carried his bag and went out. Along the way, the father's footsteps are so light, who do not know, behind a pair of sinful black hands are following him.
Father walked into the biggest piano store in the city center, he looked at each piano carefully, touching it cautiously, afraid of touching it. Finally, he stopped in front of a white piano with a price tag of "forty-eight thousand," which was just enough to buy the piano after several years of hard work, and smiled. The father reached into his bag to pull out the money, and the smile instantly froze on his face, and there was nothing left in the bag but a knife wound.
The daughter came home and saw her tearful father in the living room, holding a piano made of cardboard. The daughter knew all about it, and her eyes were filled with tears as she took the paper piano, and her hands bounced happily on the keys, and the melodious music flowed out from her fingers, and the daughter's face was as full of happiness as that of the rising sun.
It is indeed very touching and suitable to be taken as a speech