Dad's big belly caused a lot of trouble, such as buying clothes without size, and it was not convenient to pick things up when they fell to the ground. Especially last winter, the doctor said that he had "three highs", which scared him to take my blood pressure every day. I remember one time, my mother and I were playing a jigsaw puzzle on the floor and only heard a loud bang. It turned out that my father had a pile on the floor, which made him cry. It was this disgusting big belly that made dad unable to join in the fun and suffered.
The story of the big belly can't be finished. Dad complained about his big belly, and my mother and I laughed at his big belly. But one day I finally found the use of a big belly-if there are fewer actors in the next The Journey to the West cast, my father must be the right person.