When I was very young, when I needed to explore the power of new things, I would hold my mother's hand and get great power from her. So I can be carefree, continue to look for new things and learn new things in my field of Xiaotian. At that time, a nameless sense of security let me know that my mother had been there. If the other person is his own mother, just grab her hand and you will know. At that time, my mother's hands were still smooth and tender. I think my mother's hands are the best in the world. More importantly, the temperature of holding mother's hand is the most suitable temperature in the world. It can quickly find the entrance to my heart, send the warm current in, and go straight to my heart. This warm current was passed on by my mother and me hand in hand. Holding hands is the most direct way to express our concern, and it is also the most soothing move at that time.
When I begin to understand, I need to hold my mother's hand and let her give me the direction to move forward and pull me forward. If I am afraid that there are traps or bumpy thorns in front of my life, I will hold my mother's hand tighter. I am afraid that once I let go, I will fall into an unknown thorn or into a bottomless trap. At that time, I only held my mother's hand tightly behind me and confidently took every step at my feet. Besides, only by holding my mother's hand can I make mistakes. I will be held tightly by a pair of big hands when I almost fall off the cliff. In other words, only by holding my mother's hand can I have enough fighting spirit to stand up strongly after falling down and be defeated again and again. At that time, my mother's hands were not as smooth and delicate as before, but I could quickly recognize my mother and those warm hands that made me want to stop. There is not much trace of time, only the care of zero distance between palms.
Holding my mother's hand gave me more meaning when I began to cry when I knew a little about life. When I grew up, I held my mother's hand less often, but the courage and comfort I needed from those hands did not decrease. I got a terrible score in the first exam. I hid in the quilt and cried at the same time. It is because I hold my mother's hand that I have the will to fight tomorrow. When I was bullied by my classmates for the first time, it was because I held my mother's hand that I had the courage to pass it on, which made me believe in live high. The first time I was lovelorn and squatted on a street corner crying, it was also because I held my mother's hand that I had the hope of standing up again. These hands seem to keep telling me: "It doesn't matter even if you lose the whole world. Mom is still here to love you. " Holding my mother's hand always gives me infinite energy and warmth. I can hold my mother's hand and visit the supermarket like a sister without talking; I can talk endlessly, hold my mother's hand and speak my mind like a child.
In the future, I will still hold my mother's hand, accept her love for me and pass on my love for her, no matter whether her hand is covered with traces of years, rough or covered with cocoons. Holding mom's hand has always been our self-evident encouragement to each other. It was this small move that cured my hopeless frustration in life. Dad took his mother's hand and turned his heart to the ancient style. And I decided to hold my mother's hand, from ear-length short hair to waist-length long hair. Mom's hand will never fail, because every tomorrow, I will hold her hand and give her the purest love and care.