第一次注意到父亲的手,是在家里翻箱倒柜时无意间寻找到一张儿时的照片。照片中的父亲意气风发,手上抱着两三岁的我,一脸温暖的笑容融化着我的心。父亲的手背晒得有些黑,但宽大而踏实,给人一种很有力量且安全的感觉。我拿着照片端详了好一会儿,兴冲冲地拿去与母亲分享。母亲看了有些惊喜,问我从哪儿找到的,没等我说话她感叹道:“看你爸爸年轻时多好看,现在都老了呢。”我指着照片上父亲的手对母亲说: The first time I noticed my father’s hand was a photo of a childhood accidentally looking up at home when he turned his chest. The father in the photograph was of high spirits, holding me two or three years old in my hand, a warm smile on my face that melted my heart. My father’s back is tanned a bit dark, but generous and practical, giving a feeling of strength and safety. I took the photo for a while, excitedly took to share with my mother. Mother saw some surprise, asked me where to find, did not wait for me to say she exclaimed: “Look at your father when young and nice, and now are old yet. ” I pointed to the picture on the father’s hand to the mother said :