Holding your hand, crossing the bridge, listening, murmuring water, flowing hope; holding your hand, traveling in the paradise, feeling, beaming sunshine, spreading warmth; holding your hand, walking in the peach blossom garden, enjoying, blossoming flowers, colorful! Holding hands makes everything beautiful. Here, I want to tell you a plain story——
“Wow?” a clear cry broke the lonely night, and the moon smiled, throwing the cold halo to his heart‘s content, letting the mercury flow all over the ground. The star smiled, with all his heart shining bright brilliance, let it blink with big eyes, happy? Night, no longer lonely, jumping with smart pulse.
In the delivery room, a newly born baby is crying, a tearful Mother is smiling, she is suffering and happy!
Xuan, it has been eight months. In her mother’s arms, she whispers and cries. Her big eyes stare at the woman who keeps smiling at her. She understands that this is her dear mother. She waved her little hand and was held by her mother in the palm of her hand full of maternal love. Eight months later, she would not think about it, but felt that her hands were warm and warm？
Jiao Yang, baking the earth, this summer, hot can not! On the mall, a smiling mother is holding her daughter, who has just turned 2 years old, walking slowly and toddlerly. Xuan feels tired and looks at her mother‘s face curiously. Her lips are pursed high, her brows are wrinkled tightly, and then she babbles. This is her anti conventional trick. Mother smiled at her, patiently said, Xuan good! Just walk a little more, Xuan, bravest, hold on a little longer! Xuan looks at her beautiful mother and smiles. The heat in the palm of her hand has sublimated into water. She holds her mother’s warm hand. She feels very safe. Holding hands, she insists. She doesn‘t feel. It’s something called perseverance. Through her mother‘s hand, it has been instilled in her heart??
On September 1st, school begins! Xuan, already seven years old, has reached the age of school. Today is the first day of school. My mother dressed up for Xuan early. She is really beautiful! Pink bow, pink blue dress, she is very happy! As usual, when she went out, her mother took her hand again. She felt good habit, good nature, and her mother’s hand was soft, smooth and warm. Along the way, holding her mother‘s hand, she smiled and danced, never afraid of falling. She believed that her mother’s hand would bring her safety and courage!
Snow is falling, oh! It snowed this winter. Out of the window is a vast expanse of white, wrapped in silver, so beautiful! Xuan is sixteen years old. She is a girl who loves fantasy. She loves her mother very much. Looking at her mother‘s gray temples, she often shed sad tears. She never forgot the happiness when she was a toddler and babbling. Thinking of this, she smiled happily and recalled her mother holding her hand, learning to walk and welcoming the beginning of school. She was inexplicably moved. Over the years, she has always remembered the warmth of her mother’s hand! At this time, an idea that made her heart beat was formed in her mind. She put on her hat, scarf and gloves. She went to her mother‘s room and said happily to her mother, “Mom, let’s go to snowball fight and say, she took her mother‘s hand.”??
Tears, drips, but also cannot break this warm tranquility??
Hand in hand, one of the most passionate moving! Hand in hand, the most modest success!
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