? As a child, just learning to walk, there is no balance, will not protect themselves, always clutching the mother's hand, even if it is a finger to have a full sense of security. Take a big step in the direction of their own arbitrary direction, do not worry about that finger will suddenly withdraw, was dropped on a "mouth gnawing mud".
? When you are learning to speak, the first thing you will call is "mommy". Will call the mother of the child dominated all the mother, hungry, thirsty, sleepy, tired, upset or aggrieved, are subconsciously called the mother to rescue. Mom is like a superman first time to appear, to solve all the children's difficulties, a "mom, hold my hand" is the world's children on the deepest dependence on mom, the nearest distance.
? In the summer evening, the square is full of people, this is the adults play ball dance, exercise the body of the gathering place, but also the children play paradise. Children tightly pull the mother's hand, buy popsicle drinks to quench their thirst, buy all kinds of toys crazy run, will also hold the mother's hand like a dance, walk, and have a good time. Happy like an angel with wings, flying in the air in the square, dancing with the music. The lively crowd came to a different landscape, a grandmother of eighty or ninety years old trembling appeared in the square. The old man is probably attracted by the square dance, through the crowd like to go straight up to see what is going on, the joy of the beat so that the old man was not quite stable legs and feet were also infected by a little bit, rushed to the fast two small steps. Followed by no longer young son of a strong step across, grabbed the old man's hand and said: "Mom, hold my hand, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry." The old man's mouth said "all right, all right", but his hand was tightly clutched by his son no longer let go, let his son lead to find a chair and slowly sit down. The square children are still running around, the old man lazily sitting and squinting to listen and watch, the son from time to time to say a couple of words, pointing to the two, teasing the old man grinning toothless mouth, wrinkles deep, smile deep, happy atmosphere spread out, let the heart of the people to desire.
? Sitting for a long time, the son helped the old man up, slowly walking, a long and a short figure under the street lamp, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter, the only constant is the two tightly held hands, never again separated. This ten-fingered hand, not like lovers like romantic, not like children like fun, not like husband and wife like comfortable, that is the natural trust, is obliged to responsibility, but also the transmission of the past and the future. The child has grown into an adult, faded from the tenderness of youth, but the mother is hobbling, lost the appearance of the past. The hand that was once clutched by the little hand is now dry and weak, and is held tightly by a thick and strong hand, and walks the rest of his life without fear.
? Perhaps I do not have many days of leisure travel, such a landscape in my very rare, looks naturally emotional. I also recalled that as a daughter, I always rely on the parents are still strong, rarely go to hold their hands to walk, met the son so dedicated, since it is rare. By coincidence, the next day in the alley downstairs, another mobility-impaired grandmother was held by his son slowly walking. The old woman stopped at the sight of an acquaintance and mumbled something not very eloquent, which I couldn't quite make out, as if she was saying that her son had told her to go out and walk around, not to sit at home all the time. The son patiently translated at the side, the old man happily looked at him, full of reliance. They slowly out of my sight, but the two holding hands but y stayed in my mind.
? Mom, no matter how young or old, hold my hand to see the world scenery, as beautiful as possible.