Let me hold your hand and write 1. I watched you grow up bit by bit, watched you stumble, watched you learn the first word bit by bit: Sister, at that time, I was the happiest person.
At first, you were in the belly, and I was very excited. I hope you can grow up and play with me soon, but you did come, a little princess, but you always make noise, which makes me particularly unhappy. I have no time to play with others, so I am by your side wholeheartedly. Because one look from you is enough. Where does sisterhood come from? When crossing the road, just say, "Wait, hold my hand before you go."
Because with you, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, you have changed from a baby to a child, from babbling to being complacent now, and sister has become an irreplaceable word. What's the secret in my heart? The first thing that comes to mind is my sister and me. Remember that fall? Whispered to me in tears: "Sister, I fell down and got hurt!" " The smug look made me laugh and cry, so I casually replied, "Can you tighten my sister after going up the stairs?" Look at your serious nod. I thought you wouldn't care so much. I didn't expect that every time I cross the stairs, you quietly hold my hand, sister. This is the most precious sentence for my sister. The action of holding hands warms the whole heart.
Until finally, you grew up a little and went to kindergarten. My whole personality is like a different person. I'm not as timid as before, crying for my sister. Now, like an adult, I go home and pick up the candy given by the school teacher and quietly put it in my hand and say, "Sister, it's so sweet." Peel off the sugar paper and put it in your tongue. Yes, it's really sweet ... When crossing the road, you seriously said to me, "Sister, pull it into my hand, it's time to cross the road." My heart thumped and it was warm.
Let me hold your hand and walk all my life.
Let me hold your hand. The simplest and warmest thing in the world is always the mother's hand.
When I was a child, I often followed my mother, leaned against her and spoiled. Wherever I go, my little hand will always hold my mother's warm big hand. The scene is infinitely dependent and full of warmth.
Once, I was playing with sand on the beach and my feet accidentally fell into quicksand. Just as I looked at my mother helplessly, my mother came running anxiously and took my hand. I accidentally sat on the beach and watched my mother giggle.
Laughing and laughing, I actually saw the white hair on my mother's temples and some wrinkles in her eyes. My mother was possessed by me. I gently stroked the wrinkles around my mother's eyes with my hand, trying to say something, but I didn't know what to say, and my heart was very uncomfortable.
My mother seemed to notice something and smiled and said, "When you grow up, your mother will be old …" I was a little angry and put my hand behind my mother's ear: "Who said you were old! Look, isn't this gone? " I tried to fiddle with my mother's black hair, trying to hide her white hair.
Mother grinned and the smile spread to her cheeks.
Another time, when my mother was arranging flowers, the ground slipped and my mother accidentally came. I handed my hand over and pulled up my mother: "Let me protect you in the future!" " "Hearing this, my mother showed a pleased expression.
After that, I will hold my mother's hand no matter the difficulties again and again or the good times again and again.
Holding hands is not only a kind of sincerity, but also a kind of responsibility and responsibility. As the saying goes, "raise children to prevent old age." Mom, you have done so much for me, I have not forgotten it, keep it in my heart. In the future, let me hold your hand! (WeChat official account: Mr. Hu in Chinese)