Growing up, she took my hand

The wind did not say, how many Chinese years were blown away, I still remember that the warmth was good at the time; the rain did not say how many dreams were wet, and I remember that the warmth was at that time; I did not say how much time was wasted, remember At that time, the pair was warm and successful.

The first time I learned to walk, my relationship with the land is not very good, it always makes me fall. She saw her back very hard to step on the ground and took my hand to step on the ground. Maybe we are too powerful, the earth has to let me walk on its back. That was the first time I had taken my hand since I remembered it. Although I could only hold one of her fingers, it was also happy.

The first time I crossed the road, it was the first time I went to the city and saw the straight road. It was so happy! When I got off the car in my throat, I wanted to go across the road and flew to the road. A car like a dislocated wild horse flew past me. I was scared to go any further. Waiting for the big people to come in place. After a while, she came over and took my hand and walked across the road. When she got to the opposite side, she bent down and told me about the danger of crossing the road. Stepping into the small country, each book's workbook is crossed by her. The hands were sowed, fertilized, and watered.

When I got to middle school, I rarely took the hands. When she wanted to take me, I always pushed her hand away and said no, no. The learning in middle school is very stressful. I have to learn very late. I am studying there. She is silently checking the homework for me, waiting for me to finish my homework.

When the hourglass has passed, will it be time-lapse? The flowing water will flow back, will it make time back? Click Pause, will the time be paused? That pair of warm hands, when I took it again, how did it change? It has become rough. Cherish the unique warm hands!

First day: Zhuo Yao