You raise me up

Description My father and his hands 王志强22 538字
You raise me up
“You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up,to more than I can be.”Whenever I hear this song,a giant shadow will flash out in my heart,though now I am little taller than him.Open the photo album,three pictures slips out,they are all containing wordless stories and sweet-twist-bitter memories about me and him,my father and his hands.
The first photo,a well built sat on a chair straightly,and a baby slept in the cradle.I can not remember so clearly what I was thinking at that time.Maybe:a handsome face was always hanging a big smile,between the thick lips,there was a wide river liking mouth,though two bright white teeth gates stood in the river.Over the upper “bank” of the “river”two pairs of straight vents,a little higher two protruding eyes are always shining light. when he kissed me，the sticky water was always lingering on my face.Another reason I did not like his kiss was that he always used his black “thorns” to sting my soft face,The little black “thorns”were around the “bank”.However,his hands are always my favourite,it is amazing,magic.Whenever I was under his arm,I would stop crying immediately and fell asleep in a flesh time.Under the foundling of his hand,my baby time sliped away.
The second photo.A little fat man was walking on the road,my little hand was in his big hand firmly.The bright smile still hanged on his mouth,like the rainbow over the “river”.But the …river”was not so rich,and the “bank”is a little dry.The “thorns” around the “river” stood straight.I could feel the shape of the muscles of his hands,hard like stone.The eyes sunk a little but the light in them never fades away.whenever I hold my father`s hands I feel protected by a strong solder.
The last photo.two men stand closely to each other,with their hands on the other`s shoulder.The once black clean hair now like the weeds in the late fall.The forehead,the once plat plain ,now turned into gully.But I still can sense the wisdom sight in his deep-set eyes.The two vents were not so tall and straight,yet I can see the trace that time has left on it.The “river”experienced a big drought,the “bank” was white and has a little chap,The “thorns”around the “river‟bowed their heads in all direction,like dead walkers.My father is not taller than me maybe because of his little humpback.However,the hand on my shoulder was very heavy and full of power.The hair turned blond and several blue veins stood out to show the power of my father`s hands,the calluses on his hand thickened his hands .I like them,they are the real man`s hands.
My father`s hands are always there,not far from me ,soothing my little heart to the beautiful dream by swing the cradle softly,handing my little pillowy hand firmly when I was learning to walk,sweeping away my tears gently when I felt wronged,putting me up quick when I was down,clearing away the cloud wisely when I was confused about life.This is my father and his hand.
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