牵着亲情成长

小时侯，父亲总是牵着我的手教我如何走路，母亲总是牵着我的手教我喊“爸爸”“妈妈”，再长大一点，父亲牵着我的后教会我骑自行车，母亲则重视牵着的我手逛街。

不知从何时起，角色换了，我牵着的是好朋友的手，一起扫过喧闹的大街，走在时尚的街头，听店里面的音响传出流行音乐，一起喝着卡布基诺，抬头45度，仰望天空。而我与父母不再牵手，甚至有的时候连说话都有那么一点点不自在。

今天，忽然听到张含韵甜美的声音唱起《爸爸妈妈》，就心血来潮，想与他们牵一次手。

于是，我今天总是在注意他们的一举一动，一直想找个合适的机会，合适的理由与他们牵手。理由，其实很简单，不就是想和他们牵一次手吗!但是这个理由却让我觉得很难说出口，也许是出于长大吼的一种顾虑吧。

机会，也有很多，可我只能看着机会一次次与我擦身而过，但却很难向前迈一步。

晚饭过后，爸爸妈妈出去散步以前从来不愿和他们一起出去的我今天却很兴奋，这让他们大吃一惊。街上大多都是出来散步的人，有年轻的夫妇，有老人，但看不到与我同龄的人，呵!想不到大家和我一样啊!

我想，散步的时候牵他们的手是最好不过的了。但我刚刚吧手提起来，又在半空中放了下去。呵，还是很腼腆呢!

正在考虑该怎么办，这时，听到了汽车的喇叭声，还没有反应过来，爸妈已着急地牵住了我的手，紧紧的，将我拉了回来。两股注入爱的暖流沿着手臂注入我的身体内，很温暖。

牵手，原来很简单，根本不需要什么理由，不过是走在左侧的父爱与走在右侧的母爱，这两种浓浓的亲情，就胜过了千万种理由。

两手牵着亲情成长，还怕什么呢!

英语翻译：

When I was young, my father always held my hand to teach me how to walk, and my mother always held my hand to teach me to call "Dad" and "Mom". When I grow up a little bit, my father taught me to ride a bicycle after holding my hand. My mother attaches great importance to holding my hand while shopping.

I don’t know when the roles have changed. I was holding the hand of a good friend, sweeping the noisy streets, walking on fashionable streets, listening to pop music from the store’s stereo, and drinking cappuccino together. Look up 45 degrees and look up at the sky. And I no longer hold hands with my parents, and sometimes even talk a little bit uncomfortable.

Today, I suddenly heard Zhang Hanyun’s sweet voice singing "Mom and Dad", and on a whim, I wanted to hold hands with them.

Therefore, I always pay attention to their every move today, and always want to find a suitable opportunity and a suitable reason to hold hands with them. The reason is actually very simple. I just want to hold hands with them once! But this reason makes me find it difficult to tell. Maybe it is because of a worry about growing up.

There are many opportunities, but I can only watch opportunities pass me time and time again, but it is difficult to take a step forward.

After dinner, my parents, who never wanted to go out with them before going for a walk, were very excited today, which surprised them. Most of the streets are people who come out for a walk. There are young couples and old people, but there are no people my age, ha! I don’t expect everyone to be like me!

I think it’s best to hold their hands when walking. But I just picked it up and put it down in mid-air. Oh, it's still very shy!

I was thinking about what to do. At this time, I heard the horn of the car, but did not respond. My parents had already taken my hand in anxious manner, and pulled me back tightly. Two warm currents of love injected into my body along the arm, very warm.

Holding hands, it turned out to be very simple. There is no reason at all. It is just the father's love on the left and the maternal love on the right. These two kinds of strong family affection are better than thousands of reasons.

Holding the family with two hands to grow, what are you afraid of!