爸爸有一双农民工的手。在我十岁前,爸爸一直在柴油机厂里工作,每天接触那黑黝黝、黏糊糊的机油,总是灰头土脸的,在我的记忆中,爸爸的身上总带着机油那刺鼻的气味,爸爸的手总是牵着我的手,爸爸的手,指短掌大。小时候,爸爸会带着我到厂里玩,大手牵着小手,飞奔在宽敞的厂房里,有时会用那双大手把我抱起放在他的腿上,“小小,骑大马 Dad has a pair of migrant workers’ hands. Before I was ten years old, my father had been working in a diesel engine factory. Everyday I was exposed to the swarthy, slimy oil, which was always disgraced. In my memory, my father always had the pungent odor of oil, Hand always holding my hand, my father’s hand, refers to the big short palm. When I was a kid, my dad took me to the factory to play with her big hand holding her hand and flew in a spacious factory. Sometimes she picked me up on his lap with her big hands. ”Little, riding a horse