妈妈的大手,是我最温暖的记忆。7岁那年,我因一些鸡毛蒜皮的小事和伙伴斤斤计较,妈妈知道了,便批评我了。妈妈的话很有道理,但那天我的心情特别烦躁,便跟妈妈犟起了嘴。妈妈一生气,便举起了她的那只大手,我赶紧闭上了眼睛。过了好一会儿,我的脸上也没有感到火辣辣的疼,睁开眼睛,发现妈妈的大手并没有落下来,像被会功夫的人点了穴一样定格在半空中。 Mother’s big hand, is my warmest memory. At the age of 7, I was criticized for being trivial and trivial, and when my mother knew it, I criticized me. Mom’s words make sense, but that day my mood is particularly irritable, then mom with his mouth shut up. When her mother was angry, she raised her big hand, and I quickly closed my eyes. After a while, my face did not feel hot and painful, opened my eyes and found that my mother’s big hand did not fall down, just like the kung fu people point a hole in the air.