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想起童年,最难忘的莫过于父母的疼爱,当我刚刚学着走路、蹒跚着走向他们时,他们会紧紧地抓住我的双手,鼓励我勇敢地迈出一步又一步,是父母的手,牵着我越走越稳,一直走出童年……另一双让我难忘的手是老师的手。记得上幼儿园的第一天,老师从母亲的手里接过我,用她那双大手热烈地拥抱我,又递给我一个布娃娃,我紧紧地抱住老师的手,不再哭泣。从那天起,是老师那双大手牵着我,传递给我幸福和安全的信息;是老师那双大手把着我,教我写字、
When I first learned how to walk and hobbled towards them, they would hold my hands tightly and encourage me to take a brave step by step, as my parents’ hands , Led me to go more and more steady, has been out of childhood ... ... another pair of memorable my hand is the teacher’s hand. I remember the first day of kindergarten, the teacher took me from her mother’s hand, hugged me warmly with her big pair of hands, and handed me a doll. I cling tightly to the teacher’s hand and stop crying. From that day onwards, it was the teacher’s big hands that held me and passed on my message of happiness and safety. The teacher’s big hands held me, taught me how to write,