小时候常常跟着母亲去三姑六婆家。路上,她牵着我的小手,不紧不松,是恰如其分的好。我到现在还能想起那手心的爱,一丝生硬都没有,温柔如风又如月,像河流爱上水草一样——竭尽所能的呵护。其实母亲的手不算柔软,现在她的青春年华不再,手背上飘着小小的黄褐蝴蝶,一朵、两朵、三四朵……缠绕着幽冷的光阴,看得人心一颤一颤的。可我依旧放纵的喜欢牵着母亲的 When I was a child, I often went to Sogun-my-womb with her mother. On the road, she took my little hand, not loose, is just right. I can still remember the love of the palm of my heart till now. There is no hint of hardiness. I am gentle and windy like a moon, like a river that falls in love with aquatic plants - I try my best to protect it. In fact, the mother’s hand is not soft, and now her young age no longer, floating on the back of his hand a small yellow butterfly, a, two, three or four ... ... wrapped around the secluded time, Thriller. But I still indulge like holding her mother