那双粗糙、黑黝黝的手,令我难以忘怀。那是爷爷的手。回忆起一件件往事,爷爷的手是多么令我难忘,恐怕,再也没有第二双那样的手了……那是一个寒风刺骨的夜晚,爷爷用那双因为劳动而起了老茧的双手握着我的小手。我的手,虽然被爷爷的茧扎得生疼,但仍然紧紧地握着他的手。爷爷曾经因为我怕冷,而使劲地搓自己的手,使自己的手变得热乎乎的,然后再把热量传递给我。我看见过爷爷 The pair of rough, swarthy hands made me unforgettable. That is Grandpa’s hand. Memories of a past event, my grandfather’s hand is how memorable, I am afraid, there is no second pair of hands like that ... ... it was a biting cold night, my grandfather used that pair of work because of the calluses Hold my little hands with both hands. My hand, though she was hurt by grandfather’s cocoon, still clutched his hand tightly. Grandpa used to rub his own hand hard because I was cold, to make my hand warm, and then pass on the heat to me. I have seen grandpa