有一双手,从我襁褓中起就陪着我,伴我走过了十四年,给予我呵护、支持与鼓励,那就是妈妈你的双手。沉闷的午后,我们走在街上。路口遇见即将变红的交通信号灯,我望了望空荡荡的马路,并没有发现车的踪影。我想继续前进,你却停止走动,握着我的手紧攥了一下。你的目光,引导我注意马路对面的红灯。绿灯亮了,你才握住我的手,带着我继续前行。时光飞逝,我的小手渐渐长大,你原本紧攥着我的手开始微微放松。 With my hands, I am with me from the beginning, accompanied me through fourteen years, give me care, support and encouragement, that is your mother your hands. Dull afternoon, we walk down the street. I met the upcoming traffic lights turning red, I looked at the empty road, and found no trace of the car. I want to move on, but you stop walking and hold my hand tight. Your eyes, lead me to pay attention to the red light across the road. The green light, you just hold my hand, with me to move on. Time flies, my little hand grows, you had a tight grip of my hand began to relax.