在困顿边缘我呻吟挣扎，一双冰冷却让我感到温暖的手向我伸来；无助的困境使我坠落，一股源自心灵的暖流将我托起……一直都是这样，那手陪伴着我，那心在为我跳动。那手，那心，属于我的妈妈。以前从没赞颂过妈妈，或许是爸爸的光芒吸引了我的目光。曾经上过央视“东方时空”? I was struggling on the edge of hardship. A pair of ice-cold hands stretched my warm hands toward me. The helpless dilemma caused me to fall. A warm flow from the heart lifted me up...and it was always like this. For me, that heart beats for me. That hand, that heart, belongs to my mother. I never praised my mother before. Perhaps the light of my father caught my eye. Ever been to CCTV “Oriental Space Time”?