牵手,不知从什么时候起,成了我们习惯又觉遥远、熟悉又显陌生的动作,成了手臂的机械记忆,成了被心灵遗忘的生活细节。或许因为漂泊,或许因为打拼,抑或是心为行役,我们的心粗糙得体味不出那伸出的手,其实捧着呵护和理解;感受不到被牵的手,其实承接的是温馨和爱意。时间会老,怎能让它带走牵手的记忆呢? Hand, I do not know since when, became our habit and feel far away, familiar and unfamiliar action, became arm mechanical memory, became forgotten by the soul of life details. Perhaps because of wandering, perhaps because of hard work, or heart for the march, our hearts can not appreciate the rough outstretched hand, in fact, care and understanding; can not feel being dragged hands, in fact, to undertake a warm and Love. Time will be old, how can it take away the memory of hand?