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 that, 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 steps in life. When I could talk and walk, she sent me to kindergarten, and I knew she was my mother. 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 tutor. She used her big hand to hold my little hand to write, draw ......
When everything is revived, she will use that pair of 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. I feel that my mom's hand is as soft as a fan.
When the autumn leaves fly, she will use the pair of dexterous hands for me to knit sweaters, that one piece of sweater than the buy is also beautiful, warm. I think, mom's hand as warm as the sweater, than the weaver's hand is more dexterous.
When the cold wind blows, she will use the strong hands to block the snow for me. 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 wind and warmer than the fire of the stove.
Season after season, year after year, my mom'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 turn into a once? No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! I want it to be now, to be later, not just once!