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粗糙的爱 　　Rough Hands，Tender Love 　　Night after night, Mom came totuck me in，even long after mychildhood years. Following her long-standing custom, she leaned down, pushedmy long hair out of my face, and then kissedmy forehead. 　　I don#39;t remember when it first started annoying meFinally,one night, I shouted out at her, “Don#39;t do that anymore-yourhands are too rough!” She didn#39;t say anything in reply. But neveragain did my mother close out my day with that familiarexpression of her love. 　　Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughtscouldn#39;t help returning to that night. I missed my mother#39;s handsand missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. 　　Well, several years have passed, and I#39;m not a little girlanymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I oncethought to be so rough are still doing things for me and myfamily. 　　On a Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of myyouth, a familiar hand hesitantly ran across my face to brush thehair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched mybrow. 　　Catching Mom#39;s hand in my hand, I blurted out how sorry Iwas for that night. I thought she#39;d remember, as I did. But Momdidn#39;t know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it, andforgiven me long ago. 　　That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for mygentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I hadcarried around for so long was nowhere to be found. 　　粗糙的式,温暖的爱 　　夜复一夜，母亲总是为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的额头。母亲一直保 持着这个习惯，即使我己不再是小孩子了。 　　不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种习惯让我感到不悦。终于，在一个夜晚，我冲她吼了起来:“你不要再这样做了，你的手太粗糙了!”母亲一言不发，但此后，她再没有用这种我熟悉的爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。 　　随着时间的流逝，很多年过去了，我总禁不住想起那个晚上。我想念母亲的双手，想念她印在我额头上的晚安之吻 RRNJA 　　这么多年过去了，我己不再是个小女孩了。母亲也己到了古稀之年，可她那双曾经让我觉得粗糙的手却依然在为我和我的家庭操劳 　　在一个感恩节的前夜，我睡在儿时的卧室，一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发。然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头 　　我抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我在说些什么。她早忘了，早己原谅我了。 　　那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护我的双手多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散了。