记忆中,小时候的我常会牵住您的手。过马路时,您常会把我的手抓得很紧,手心出了汗也不放开。我喜欢握住您大大的温暖的手,因为握住这双手,我仿佛就拥有了整个世界。随着年龄的增长,这双手被我任性地甩开。我再也不像小时候那样和您亲密—— In my memory, I used to hold your hand when I was young. When crossing the street, you often grip my hands tightly, palms do not let go of sweat. I like to hold your big warm hands, because holding this pair of hands, I seem to have the whole world. As I grew older, my hands were shirked by my own will. I am no longer intimate with you like I was a kid