一次偶然的机会,在雕塑展上我看见了一双手——一双粗糙的、布满了皱纹的手,那双手紧紧地握着,向前伸展,像是在证明着什么?这是怎样的一双手,这双手包含了什么?我思索着,沉思着……傍晚,天空中的月亮若隐若现,星星眨着眼睛在画着问号,整个世界一片安宁。这份寂静又勾起了我对那双手的沉思,“这是怎样的一双手,这双手包含了什么?”我思索着,沉思着…… By chance, at the sculpture exhibition I saw a pair of hands—a pair of rough, wrinkled hands. The hands clasped tightly and stretched forward as if to prove something. What was this? What does the two hands contain in one hand? I ponder and meditation... In the evening, the moon in the sky is looming, the stars staring at the question mark, and the whole world is peaceful. This silence also evoked my thoughts about the hands. “What kind of hands is this? What does this two hands contain?” I thought, pondering...