在我的生活中,我最不能忘记的是他的手。在我的印象里,爸爸的手是一双有力的、结实的大手。虽然手背略呈褐色,但皮肤却很光滑,没有丝毫的皱纹。手心是淡红色的,一点一点的红斑聚集在手心边缘,手指头如同书上画的圆球,光滑得几乎要发光。然而在有一天,我发现,我错了。冬天来了,我的手又和以前一样干裂、破皮。于是,爸爸又给我擦药了。晚上,他照例将我房间的灯全打 In my life, I can not forget his hand. In my impression, my father’s hand is a strong, strong hand. Although the back of the hand slightly brown, but the skin is very smooth, without any wrinkles. Palm is pink, little erythema gathered in the edge of the palm of your hand, fingers like a ball painted on the book, almost smooth to shine. However, one day I found out that I was wrong. Winter is coming, my hand is as dry and cracked as before. So, my father gave me wiping pills again. In the evening, as usual, he hit all the lights in my room