时光流逝，我又想到那个晚上。 那时我想念我妈妈的手，想念她 晚上在我额上的一吻。有时这幕 情景似乎很近，有时又似乎很遥 远。但它总是潜伏着，时常浮现， 出现在我意识中。
Well, the years have passed,mother is getting old siowiy and I'm not a little girl anymore.those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor,our cooker. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world……
回家时，多陪爸妈聊聊天，做做家务，咱们的陪伴也许就是 他们最大的幸福！
母爱是世界上最无私的爱！ The love of mother is the most selfless love after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss upon my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, hauntingly, in the back of my mind.
每天深夜，妈妈总是来帮我 来盖被子，即使我早已长大。 这是妈妈的长期习惯，她总 是弯下身来，拨开我的长发， 在我的额上一吻。
我不记得从何时起，她拨开我的头发 令我非常不耐烦。但的确，我讨厌她 长期操劳、粗糙的手摩擦我细嫩的皮 肤
Finally, one night, I lashed out at her: "Don't do that anymore —— your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply. But never again did my mother treat me with that familiar expression of her love. After a long time, my words haunted me. But pride stifled my conscience, and I didn't tell her I was sorry.
with the increase of age ,we ignore the most imporant person :mother
接下来给大家讲 述一个故事----母 亲的双手 Then tell you a story – the hands of mother
Night after night, my mother always came to tuck me in, even I have grown up. Following her longstanding custom, she had lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
一年年过去，妈妈慢慢的变老， 我也不再是一个小女孩， 。那 双我认为很粗糙的手依然为我 和我家庭做着事。她是我家的 医生，我家的厨师，她能烧出 世界上最美味的鸡……
After we go home，we should chat with my father and my mother as often as we can, Our company is perhaps their biggest happiness!