My father's hand is not as delicate and smooth as I am, but it is big and rough, and there is a thick layer of calluses on it, engraved with countless arduous journey.

  老师的手不像我那般鲜嫩光洁,只是又大又不光滑,也有一层很厚死皮,上边“刻”着成千上万艰苦的过程。


The delicious food on the dining table was bought by my father with both hands; the neat words in the exercise book were also taught by my father; the waving clothes in the wardrobe were also bought by my father with both hands. On the whole, my life is absolutely inseparable from my father's hands.

  饭桌上那热腾腾的饭食,是父亲用两手换得的;练习本上这些整齐的字,也是父亲一手一手教我的;衣柜里这些飘浪的衣服裤子,也是父亲用两手换得的。总的说,我们的生活肯定离不了爸爸的手。


These hands carried me to the park when I was very young, and took me to play everywhere. My father is an ordinary construction worker. His work is very tired and hard. He always holds steel bar and cement sand in his hand, which forms calluses for a long time. Dad is very busy at work, but he always takes a little time out of his busy work to take me to play around and take a walk with me,

  这两手在我不大的情况下就怀着我要去生态公园,带上我四处玩乐。我的爸爸是一位平平常常的施工人员,他的工作中非常累很苦,手上一直拿着建筑钢筋,提着混凝土·碎石子,长期就产生了死皮。父亲工作中比较忙,可是他总是从忙碌的工作上挤压一点時间,带我四处去玩一去玩,与我一起散散心,


One night, my father and I went out for a walk. Suddenly, my father reached out and held my hand. Looking at the starry night sky, he said, "my daughter has grown up. Soon she will be taller than me. At that time, my father is old too. You have to lead me away!" One side of me, silent, holding dad's calloused hand, I immediately burst into tears.

  一天夜里,爸爸和我到外边散散步,突然,父亲门把伸过来,握住我的手,望着星光点点的星空说:“女儿长大了,过不上多长时间便会比我高了,那时候啊,父亲年纪也变大,得使你牵着我先走了!”一旁的我,没吱声,握着父亲那铺满死皮的手,我猛然潸然泪下。


Dad, your hand is a compass, which points out the direction when I am lost. Your hand is the mountain, let me have the desire for victory. Your hand is an umbrella, always shelter me from the wind and rain.

  父亲,您的手是罗盘,在我找不到方向时指明了方向。您的手是高山,要我拥有对获胜的期盼。您的手是折叠伞,始终为我挡风遮雨。