母亲的那双手即便是在千百双手中,我也能一眼就认出来。她那微微弯曲而又修长的十指,那由于常年劳作而布满皱纹的皮肤和凸起的关节是如此的显眼。我怎么也忘不了这双手。父亲是一位军人。在我小的时侯,他工作忙,顾不上家,家里生活的重担就落在母亲娇小的身上。但母亲没有任何怨言,深深地理解着父亲,默默地支持着父亲,用她那柔弱的双手承担起了家庭的重担。她不但要洗衣做饭,甚至有时连买米面、换煤气这样的力气活也得 Even in the hands of my mother’s hands, I can recognize it at a glance. Her slightly curved, slender fingers, the wrinkled skin and bulging joints that are perennial worked so conspicuously. I can not forget these two hands. Father is a soldier. When I was young, he was too busy with his work and took care of the home. The burden of family life fell on the petite mother. But her mother, without any complaint, deeply understands her father and silently supports her father and takes on the family burden with her delicate hands. She not only want to cook laundry, and sometimes even buy rice noodles, such as gas for the strength to live too