When I came into this world, I was greeted by a smiling person who held me in her slender and delicate hands, smiled at me and talked to me. I don't know why she did it, but I know it was an expression of joy.
When I was wobbling and learning to walk, she used her delicate hands to hold me and teach me to walk. When I fell down, she picked me up with her sensitive hands. I know that it was she who made me take my first step in life. When I could talk and walk, she sent me to kindergarten, and I knew she was my mom. Every day when I came home, she would make my favorite meals with her dexterous hands, and sometimes she would feed me with her dexterous hands. She was even my home tutor. She used her big hand to hold my little hand to write, draw ......
When everything is revived, she will use those delicate hands to lead my little hand to go outside to play. I feel that my mom's hand is as gentle as the spring breeze.
When the sun was hot, she would take me swimming with her rough hands. At bedtime, she would fan me with her cool hands and gently pat me to sleep. I felt that my mom's hands were as soft as a fan.
When the autumn leaves were flying, she would use her dexterous hands to knit sweaters for me, which were more beautiful and warmer than the ones she bought. I feel that my mother's hands are as warm as the sweaters, and more deft than the hands of the weavers.
When the wind blew, she would use her strong hands to protect me from the wind and snow. When she was sick, she would take me to the hospital with her warm hands. I feel that my mom's hands are as strong as the cold wind and warmer than the fire in the stove.
Season after season, year after year, my mother's hands are full of calluses, no longer delicate. Looking at the photos of my mother's teenage years, I have an indescribable taste ......
I know that my mother's hands were once so delicate, so smooth, so tender ...... everything is just once, it must be once? It will always be once? It can only be turned into once? No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! I want it to be now, to be later, not just once! I remember when I was a kid, there was an orange tree planted in my yard with me when I was born, I used to take a knife and carve a mark on the trunk of the tree, and measure myself every day to see if I had grown taller. Looking at the horizontal lines, I was really looking forward to growing taller. One day, I suddenly realized that I was shorter than the mark. Oh, my God! Had I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to my mom and asked her, "Mom, why am I shorter when all my friends have grown taller?" Mom busy put down the side of the work, put me on a chair and asked: "Why do you say so!" I was busy jumping off the chair, pulling my mother's hand, pulling her into the yard and pointing to say: "I use a knife every day to carve my height in the tree, but I came to carve today but in the previous carving of the horizontal line below." As I said this, I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree. Mom listened to my words, and looked at the tree, silent for two minutes, then inexplicably laughed out loud, laughed so much that I could not straighten the waist, tears came out, patted the silly dumb look at her my head and said: "Fools, it is not that you're shorter, it is the tree is taller, in the future, do not do this kind of silly things." It dawned on me that it wasn't me who was short, but the tree that was tall. After that I was happy to go to the chickens to play, I really do not know what I will do to the chickens what stupid things .......
From the time I remember, my great-aunt's class raised two chicks, as soon as there is time I went to my great-aunt's class to see the chicks, I do not know how long, two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hen laid eggs, eggs to hatch chicks, 21 days later, smell can be heard a chick's cries, to see this situation, to hear this sound. I think the chick is too poor, in the hen and rooster are not at home, help the chick. The opportunity, finally came ......
That day, the hen to the little chick to find food to go, naughty rooster is not at home, ran out to play. Taking advantage of the great aunt did not pay attention to pick up an egg by hand, holding in the heart of the hand gently caressing, a serious said: "Chickens do not be afraid, a moment you will come to the world." Said, I no longer hesitate, peeled an egg, a with residual heat, not open eyes of the chicken "born", it looked at me, called twice as if to say: "Thank you, so that I come to the world as soon as possible." I can be happy, and peeled open the second, when I peeled to the fourth when the hen came back, saw me being "bullied" snake's baby on the fierce cut me a mouth, and suddenly the blood flowed out, I cried and cried to find the aunt, aunt did not say I, but instead of laughing and crying, said: "Little fool, the chicken will not be born until a certain time. Chickens won't be born until a certain time! You will die if you deliver them like this." After hearing this, I rushed to look at the chickens. Sure enough, the ones I had just delivered were dying, while the ones I hadn't delivered were alive. I regretted it, but it was too late ......