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当我降临人间时,是一双粗糙而温暖的手将我捧住;当我咿呀学语时,是一双大而厚重的手将我爱抚;当我跌倒在学步的路上时,是一双温柔而坚定的手将我轻揽入怀;当我的努力得到收获时,是一双有力而布满老茧的手将我兴奋地举过头顶;当我失意失望失掉所有勇气时,是一双粗糙而宽广的手,将我轻拍,送我入梦……童年的梦便在竹林、阳光、炊烟和爸爸的大手中萦绕荡漾着。那时候,爸爸的笑从他的每一条皱纹里暖暖地
When I came to earth, it was a pair of rough and warm hands holding me up. When I was babbling, it was a large, thick hand that touched me. When I fell on my toddler’s path, I was gentle and firm Hands lightly into my arms; when my efforts were rewarded, a pair of powerful and full-length hands raised me with excitement over my head; when I was disappointed and lost all my courage, I had a rough and broad hand , Will I pat, send me a dream ... ... childhood dream in the bamboo, sunshine, smoke and daddy’s hands lingering waves. At that time, my father’s smile was warm in every one of his wrinkles