Some of the fear and hesitation that I had in my childhood
, I cried and was very sad. Muhammad's father has not come to pick him up for a long time, a kind of fear and fear fills my heart, worried about Mohammed, afraid of him, afraid of being abandoned, afraid of what was originally dull. The world does not have a pair of solid and reliable hands. For little Mohammed, the hand is the only reliable medium for his pair to reach the real world. He touches everything, everything, a shock of the soul, suppressing my sobbing heart.
I waited so long to find that my father finally came. It was great. Mohammed was not abandoned, and he still had a family.
My heart trembled slightly, and those little hands probed forward to find Dad's big, solid hands. What an emotional scene, stinging my eyes, I once again left speechless tears.
There was also a kind old
grandmother in my childhood. In my childhood impression, a kind and lovely old man with a camel-like hunchback and a wrinkled old face always showed a kind smile, which was so warm. In my childhood, my grandmother was an almighty old man, an old man who played gambling. Tell me the long, old story that will never end. Every time I talk about the climax, my grandma will show an indifferent and relieved smile, and I will also sew all kinds of toys for me because it is funny and silly. When I was a child, she always pestered her to sew me that kind of six bags Shuttlecock sewn together. I still show off to my playmates from time to time that my grandmother sewed it. Now that I think about it, I am so happy! She can also fold all kinds of paper, draw all kinds of beautiful patterns, and I heard that she had tattoos when she was young.
Fortunately, Mohammed has a grandmother like me. Grandma loves little Mohamed very much and gives him infinite warmth and light.
Grandma, your hands are white and slippery. Muhammad clenched Grandma's old hands, dark, rough and calloused hands.
Grandma smiled faintly and denied Muhammad's statement,
but he firmly believed that it was a pair of white and slippery hands, because they were the hands leading to heaven.
Listening, stroking, and whispering to himself, Muhammad felt the color of this dark world, looking for the path to heaven.
A sad father and
father did not like Muhammad, because he felt that Muhammad was a huge burden in his life, so he made choices again and again, trying to get rid of this burden, and finally, his momentary misunderstanding, Sending Mohammed's young and immature life to heaven, leaving behind permanent remorse and self-blame.
For the darkness, we will see the fantastic colors
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