十二月的清晨,凛冽的北风还在肆虐着,冷得彻骨。鲜有行人,我使劲地蹬着电动车,在空旷的马路上放声痛哭。脑海里不时闪现着一只颤抖着、带着血迹的手掌。昨晚告诉父亲,我的电动车发动机大概出了问题。他凌晨四点多就到了车库为我修车。六点多我下了楼,先是抱怨他不给我做早饭,后又不小心拉了刹车,把他正在修车的手卷进了车轮间……一只颤抖着、布满粗茧、带着触目惊心的血迹的手掌向我挥来。我恐惧地闭上了眼睛,我本以为那个“如期而至”的巴掌会落到我的脸上,可好一会儿,没有动静。我睁开眼,看到那只熟悉的大手 In the early December morning, the biting north wind is still raging and chilling. There are few pedestrians, I am hard to pedal the electric car, crying on the open road. Flashing from time to time in my head trembling, with blood of the palm of your hand. Last night, I told my father that my electric car engine probably had a problem. He arrived at the garage at four o’clock in the morning for my car repair. At six o’clock I got upstairs, first complained that he did not give me breakfast, then accidentally pulled the brakes, his hand is being repaired car rolled into the wheel ... ... a trembling, covered with coarse cocoons, with Shocking blood of the palm waved to me. I closed my eyes in fear, and I thought the “palm on schedule” would fall to my face for a moment, without any movement. I opened my eyes and saw the familiar big hand