Last year, my mother went to the police station to redeem her identity card, but tossed for a long time because she couldn't identify her fingerprints. The reason is without him, because of the hands of the housewife of the mother. Year-round housework makes the fingerprints of mother's hands gradually smooth, and even the machines that record the fingerprints cannot recognize them. Police at the police station also lamented that almost all of this happened to housewives and mothers.
On the return journey, holding her daughter in one hand and her mother in side by side, she subconsciously stretched her hands to hold the mother's hand. The warmth remained, but it was no longer soft and smooth. On the one hand, my daughter's young and tender hands, on the other hand, my mother's vicissitudes, her chest could not help but remind me of the past. The temperature in old days seems to be touchable by raising your hand, but it is also full of traces of time.
Actually, I have always loved the warmth of my mother's palm since I was a child. Those hands fed me food, washed clothes, nailed buttons, and tied shoelaces. At that time, I had to hold my mother's hand every night to fall asleep. 三餐。 Later, those hands helped me sharpen the pencil under the table lamp and waved the spatula in the kitchen to prepare three meals a day. “没出过力的手啊，软和得很呢。”慢慢的，那双手的指甲越来越厚，手背上的皮肤也不再光滑，甚至有了斑，指纹也不再清晰，即使涂上厚厚的护手霜也不见往日的光滑。 I still remember that when I was a kid, my mother always liked to hold my hand and said with a smile, " A hand that is not too strong, it is very soft." Slowly, the nails of those hands are getting thicker and thicker on the back of the hand. The skin is no longer smooth, even with spots, and the fingerprints are no longer clear. Even with a thick hand cream, it is not as smooth as before. Why have these hands cared about how much suffering and how tired they have been? My childhood life was vivid. My mother used my hands to shake off the thorns I walked on, and my mother used my hands to shade me from the rain. Nowadays, the mother still rushes to do the work at home, while she counts that there is no work in my eyes, and helps me clean up the house. Especially after the birth of her daughter, her mother's hands took over the soft granddaughter 's granddaughter, and she took over the responsibility of raising the next generation. The mother's hands held the inheritance of life with great love.
And I also got a deeper experience after having a daughter. When she put her little hand in my palm with great trust, and her raised face followed me with clear eyes, I knew her love for me was so unreserved, holding her little hand tightly, This is my commitment to life. Because, I also became a mother. I would also touch the soft hand of my daughter, while secretly recalling how my childhood was held by my mother. In those years when my father worked in the army, my mother held my hand alone for more than five years. 我最亲密的依靠。 At that time, I was also a soft little person, and my mother was my closest support. ……如今我已长大，我却依然依恋母亲掌心的温暖，在她眼里我也永远是个孩子！ Ten years, twenty years, thirty years ... Now that I have grown up, I am still attached to the warmth of my mother's palm, and in her eyes, I will always be a child!
Sometimes when I am at home with my daughter, my mother will tease her and say, "This is my daughter, you can't bully my daughter!" When the mother said this, the young daughter always held me tight, as if afraid I was robbed and said, "This is my mother." And I will deliberately argue with her: "He is also my mother, I love my mother, and of course I love you too." With my daughter in my arms, the three of us hug together. My mother laughed, my daughter laughed, and I felt a warm current in my heart. Once upon a time, as a daughter, I was so happy and wanton, and returned to my childhood!
Motherly love, invisible and untouchable, but everyone can clearly feel the warmth and moving. Although so ordinary, natural and tiny, there is no deliberate, decorative and artificial. So that when accepting motherly love, I was so relieved and righteous that I didn't think of how to return it, and sometimes even neglected and forgotten it. 蓦然回首间，依然会感叹母亲的 掌心是我一生的温暖！ Every time I left home and waved goodbye to my mother, I suddenly looked back and still lamented that my mother's palm was the warmth of my life! 卜欣） (Bu Xin, Import and Export Division )