You are bright moon cool breeze, I am your dream according to Buddha.
你是明月清风，我是你照佛的梦。
-- preface
——题记
Father's hand does not calculate on good-looking, short, coarse, wide. The crackle freely on the back of hand is being arranged, like loess plateau that together gully, but the centre of the palm is very warm, resemble the burner in the winter.
父亲的手算不上好看，短、糙、宽大。手背上的裂纹纵横排列着，像黄土高原那一道道沟壑，但掌心很暖，像冬天的火炉。
Father is a driver, steering wheel is the faithful associate of his both hands. The both hands of wheaten color tightens cinch steering wheel, to turning, the twist steering wheel with an agile hand, another hand resembling is that kind of fast ground dialed a lightning to change direction, return former office very quickly again, both hands is alternant and adept free, without a few years such technology can drill did not come! Father's hand and this steering wheel, already was the old fellow with old acquaintance.
父亲是个司机，方向盘是他的双手的忠诚伙伴。小麦色的双手紧紧握住方向盘，到拐弯处，一只手灵活的扭动方向盘，另一只手像是一道闪电那般快地拨了转向，又很快回到原处，双手交替娴熟自由，没有几十年这样的技术可练不来了啊！父亲的手与这方向盘，已是相识多年的老伙计了。
Father likes to cook, he feels this is a work that your person enjoys really, because this idle comes down,he can go the kitchen is pounded rouse, at this moment father's hand is producing all in all effect. When the fried dish, father single hand takes pot, exert all his strength a bit, so " one bump carry " , the dish in boiler searched an area, blaze arrives from a side change of boiler upper part, na Guangliang, extremely dazzing. Father also can make some of cooked wheaten food sometimes, white dough and the hand with father lubricious wheat produce sharp contrast, father's hand is extremely strong, concealed of the blue veins when kneading dough is concealed in the skin under, resemble long and thin small hill. Pronation is ground press, change a way, another is ground press, ceaseless indefatigable repetition is worn, not a long time, face become reconciled, like fine of horse of pen resembling a god by superb.
父亲喜欢做饭，他觉得这实在是件令人享受的事，因此闲下来他便会去厨房捣鼓一阵儿，这时父亲的手便发挥着极其重要的作用了。炒菜时，父亲单手拿锅，稍一使劲儿，就那么“一颠儿一挑”，锅中的菜便翻了个面儿，火焰从锅的一侧窜到上方，那光亮，极夺目。父亲有时也会做些面食，洁白的面团与父亲小麦色的手产生强烈的对比，父亲的手极有力，揉面时青筋隐隐藏在皮肤之下，像细长的小山丘。手掌向下一碾一按，换个方向，再一碾一按，不断的不知疲倦的重复着，不多时，面便和好了，像神笔马良似的出神入化。
Young when when I learn to walk, father always is pulling me, old hand is wrapping little hand, little hand is playing old hand, one big one small two people are wrong shake right shake, my totteringly is going ahead, so shaking to shaking me to learn to walk, father is pulling me to walk along Guo Luyin canal, pulling me to cross the street of blatant danger. when the first month of the lunar year in memory 15 fire seeing a company, of huge crowd of people extremely lively, father always uses his both hands to raise me, had lifted the top of head, those who let me stand is taller, those who look is farther... father's hand, resemble a beacon on boundless and indistinct and endless sea, enlighten the move, how-to direction with I ongoing.
幼时我学走路时，父亲总是牵着我，大手裹着小手，小手拉着大手，一大一小两个人左晃一下右晃一下，我蹒跚地向前走着，就这么晃着晃着我便学会走路了，父亲牵着我走过绿荫小道，拉着我穿过喧嚣危险的马路。儿时记忆里正月十五看社火，人山人海的热闹极了，父亲总用他的双手把我举起来，举过头顶，让我站的更高，看的更远……父亲的手，就像茫茫无尽的大海上的一座灯塔，照亮着、指引着我前进的方向。
Father's hand is coarse and warm, wide and strong. I love father's hand, I love everything what his place is loving greatly.
父亲的手粗糙而温暖，宽大而有力。我爱父亲的手，我爱他所深爱着的一切。