我的爸爸个子不高，瘦瘦的，但却有一身硬邦邦的肌肉，因为他从小就练功，是个武功迷。每天早晨，天蒙蒙亮，爸爸就起床了，先是环城慢跑，跑一圈，然后回到院子里打几路长拳，我在梦中常常听见爸爸练拳的声音。爸爸的手背上结了一排硬茧，那是因为他天天打沙袋。两只装满沙石 My dad is not tall, thin, but has stiff muscles because he practiced since childhood, is a martial arts fans. Every morning, when it was dawn, my father got up, jogging around in the city, running around, and then back to the yard playing a few long punches. I often heard my father practice boxing in my dreams. Dad's knot on the back end of a row of hard cocoon, it is because he hit sandbags every day. Two filled with sand