岁月流逝，然而在我的印象中，永远忘不了父亲那双凝聚着爱和力量的手。父亲是做木工的，他的那双手维持着我们一家人的生计。可是正当这双普通而又灵活的手创造着美好生活的时候，不幸却悄悄到来———１９９７年深冬，一天夜晚，一阵急促的敲门声把我和母亲从梦中惊醒。母亲? The passage of time, but in my mind, I never forgot my father’s hands that engendered love and power. The father was a carpenter, and his hands maintained the livelihood of our family. However, when these ordinary and flexible hands created a good life, unfortunately quietly arrived --- In the winter of 1997, one night, a rush of knock knocked me and my mother awake from their dreams. mother?