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-Mom's hand
Mother's hand Mother's hand can use magic to turn white rice into delicious rice.
Mother's hands can turn into yellow and attractive egg custard with rough skin.
Mother's hands can turn dirty clothes into clean and beautiful clothes.
Mom's hand, you can use a magic wand to turn a mass of colorful wool into an enviable colorful sweater.
Mother's hand, a pair of warm hands, gently stroked my head, making my heart full of security.
Mom's hands are rough, because she has paid too much for me.
My mother's hand is the guiding light of my life. Put me on the right path.
Mother's hands are hard-working hands. With her hard-working hands, she makes my home beautiful, beautiful and tidy.
Mother's hands are a pair of warm hands, a pair of wonderful hands, a pair of hardworking hands, a pair of dexterous hands and a pair of hands full of maternal love.
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Mother's hand.
Mom's hand
Cleaning up the mess in a declining era
Lost shining youth
She's not in my story.
The bright red city is flashing with neon lights.
Blurred the mother's old hand
I can't catch a full glass of mellow wine.
I can't finish that pool of deep sadness.
My hand has lost all its strength.
Hold brilliant ideals.
I burst into tears
Mother's hand touched my cold back.
The vicissitudes of time have penetrated into my flesh and blood.
The voices shouted out her thoughts.
You haven't been home for a long time.
children
Warm tears poured into the sea.
In the glittering and translucent regret
I am a lost child holding my mother's skirt.
Finally caught her wrinkled.
The hand that guides my life.
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Mom's hand
Son, when you were still stumbling,
I was holding your hand at that time.
You think the whole world is safe.
Mom's hand
It is your world.
Gradually
Gradually, mom's hand rejected you.
You're starting to get disappointed.
confused
Even fear
but
Gradually
Gradually, you bravely took a step alone.
You start running happily.
Mom began to be happy.
happy
Even a little worried.
So I hold your hand again.
You pouted.
Rejected me
My hands
Makes you feel tied down
limit
Even some are not free.
The growth of roads
Mom's hand takes you away from home and into the campus.
You hold my hand tightly
You are nervous.
can not bear to
Even strongly refused to leave briefly.
but
Gradually
Gradually, you feel that you have two homes.
One has parents at home.
Students with teachers at home
Are warm and happy homes.
My son is growing up.
Mom's hand
Accompany you on a new journey again and again.
Gradually
Gradually, the son learned his mother's hand.
Mother's hand is the harbor where she set sail.
Mother's hand is a lighthouse for sailing.
Gradually
Gradually, the son also knew his mother's hand.
Mom's hand
It's her length, too
Also has her width.
On the road of life
Mom's hand is just a little orange lamp.
smooth
But it is not bright.
You have to light up your life yourself.
Gradually
Gradually, the son's hand began to touch the mother's hand.
Mom feels as sweet as sunscreen.
Moisturize like hand cream
Gradually
Gradually, the son took his mother's hand.
Mother began to feel happy.
warmth
Even a little intoxicated with his son's hand.
Keep your hands apart.
Just a pair of hands.
A pair of ordinary hands
holding hands
It is the hand of soul blending.
Perfect hand
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Children, grab mom's hand quickly.
children
quick
Hold mom's hand.
The road to heaven
It's too dark.
Mom is afraid of you.
Touched my head.
quick
Hold mom's hand.
Let mom go with you.
mother
be afraid
path to god
It's too dark
I can't see your hands.
because
A collapsed wall
Take away the sunshine.
I'll never see it again.
Your gentle eyes
children
You may leave now
The road ahead.
No more sadness
There are no endless textbooks.
And dad's fist
You must remember.
My father and I look alike.
We should go together in the afterlife.
mother
Don't worry.
The road to heaven is a bit crowded.
There are many classmates and friends
We say
Don't cry.
Everyone's mother is our mother.
Any child is a mother's child.
Life without me
Give your love to the living children.