Give me a warm hand

Success may bring joy to you, but it will never warm your heart; money may give you everything you want, but it will never make up for your spiritual emptiness; and a pair of rough hands will make you As warm as spring breeze. There is such a hand, accompanied by my growth; there is such a hand, witnessed the footprint of my growth. These hands have exceptionally large and uneven joints that are extremely thick and strong. They have a lot of scorpions on their fingers. Just like a long thorn, whoever touches it will be bleeding. That is the hand of the father. These hands are a lot of hits for me. Therefore, I have awe of this kind of hands, and there is one thing that has changed my opinion. In the summer vacation, I stayed at home with my cousin to watch TV, and my parents were not at home. The scene of harmony with the original was suddenly broken. It turned out that I had a disagreement with my cousin - the programs that I wanted to watch began. I thought to myself: I am the boss, I should listen to me. So, I immediately reached out and took the remote control. She was not far behind. Just here, you rushed for me. The accident happened. I pulled, she pulled, one accidentally, I bumped into my father’s favorite tea set, boiling. The hot water splashed and "launched" to me and my cousin. My sister couldn't stand the pain and was crying. Just as I was going to clean up the mess, I saw Dad coming back from the window. "What should I do? What should I do?" The fiery pain has already been oppressed by the chaotic thoughts. Just when I was helpless, my mind flashed a thought: it is better to blame the cousin, anyway, my father hurts her the most. So, I was prepared to count, and when Dad came in, I ran to my father and said diligently: "Dad, that tea set is a cousin." And the cousin only cried, probably hurt, so there was no rebuttal. But Dad went in the direction of his sister and greeted him. In an instant, my tears poured out like a fountain, and there was always a taste that could not be said. A deep apology made me and I went to Dad again, and explained the ins and outs of the whole thing. I didn’t expect it to be his father’s big hand, as if he wanted to hit me, it fell on my head. He said with a strong heart: "Actually, I know that this is what you do. Just look at whether you dare to admit it. You must know that you must not evade if you make a mistake. Being brave and confronted is the solution." At that moment, I could feel the temperature of the hands, neither as hot as summer nor cold as cold, but with spring-like warmth, warming my heart all the time. My tears are still there, enjoying my father's simple hands and bringing me the warmth. Years have carved deep marks on his father's face, a few white hair has rooted on his head, but the two hands are always unchanged, the pair can give me warm hands, I love that Double gives me a soothing hand, but I love the father who has the hand to comfort me.

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