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My Father’s Hands
高歌 浙江外国语学院2011,04,20
浙江省 2011年高中英语课堂教学评比活动阅读课教学案例
What skills are to be learned?
Inferring
PredictingQuestioning
the text
Making connections •Text-to-text•Text-to-self
Skimming
Visualizing
Summarizing
Monitoring comprehension
Reading skillsat work
My Father’s handsDoes the author love her father? Only a little or very much, most
likely?Why does the author talk about
her father’s hands?How does your father use his
hands to show his love to you when you were young?
1st paragraph
1 As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
1 As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
1 As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
sensitiveAble to understand other
people’s feelings and problems
My teacher is sensitive to students’ needs.
OPP insensitive
As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. One thing in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.
Father’s hands
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Father’s hands
2 Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
sashes
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that 1. could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. 2. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. 3. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. 4. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that 1. could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. 2. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. 3. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. 4. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that 1. could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. 2. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. 3. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. 4. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that 1. could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. 2. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. 3. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. 4. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that 1. could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. 2. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. 3. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. 4. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that 1. could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. 2. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. 3. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. 4. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.
Nimble fingers
Father’s hands
Nimble fingers
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Father’s hands
3 Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked.
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked.
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, 阳刚wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 态度
Manual worker
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, 阳刚wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 态度
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, 阳刚wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 态度
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, 阳刚There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 态度
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, 阳刚wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 态度
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, 阳刚wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 态度
Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, 阳刚wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 态度
Daddy’s hands were strong and useful no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能loved to watch
Daddy’s hands were strong and useful no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. 多能loved to watch
Nimble fingers
Strong & useful
Father’s hands
Nimble fingers
Strong & useful
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Father’s hands
4 Daddy’s hands could send a message as they tenderly touched a fevered brow or mended a broken doll. They seemed to speak, to understand unspoken pain and emotional hurt when I found no way to tell.
Daddy’s hands could send a message as they tenderly touched a fevered brow or mended a broken doll.
They seemed to speak, to understand unspoken pain and emotional hurt when I found no way to tell.
Daddy’s hands could send a message as they tenderly touched a fevered brow or mended a broken doll.
They seemed to speak, to understand unspoken pain and emotional hurt when I found no way to tell.
Daddy’s hands could send a message as they tenderly touched a fevered
brow or mended a broken doll. They seemed to speak, to
understand unspoken pain and emotional hurt when I found no way to tell.
Daddy’s hands could send a message as they tenderly touched a fevered
brow or mended a broken doll. They seemed to speak, to
understand unspoken pain and emotional
hurt when I found no way to tell.
Nimble fingers
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Father’s hands
Nimble fingers
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Paragraph 5
Father’s hands
5-1 Yes, these were the hands of my father. They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death. When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love. It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father.
They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death.
When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love.
It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father. 承上启下They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death. When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love. It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father.
They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death.
When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love.
It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father.
They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death.
When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love.
It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father. 承上启下They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death. When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love. It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father.
They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death.
When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love.
It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father.
They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death.
When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love.
It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father.
They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death.
When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love.
It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Yes, these were the hands of my father.
They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death.
When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love.
It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better.
Nimble fingers
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father gave
mother’s love
Father’s hands
5-2 I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury. My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury. My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury. My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury. My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury. My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury. My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury.
My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury.
My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury.
My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible!
Nimble fingers
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father handsare perfect
Father’s hands
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Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father gave
mother’s love
Father’s hands
Nimble fingers
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7 Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside. But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences. Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought. I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face. How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood! I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man. To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done. I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done. I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
What did I do?How did I feel?
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
Father’s love to me,and how I felt my love
to him
7 For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak. I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love, his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.” And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and, sighing one final breath, died quiet.
For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak.
I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love,
his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.”
And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and,
sighing one final breath, died quiet.
What did my father do?What did I do?How did I feel?
For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak.
I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love,
his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.”
And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and,
sighing one final breath, died quiet.
For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak.
I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love,
his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.”
And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and,
sighing one final breath, died quiet.
For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak.
I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love,
his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.”
And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and,
sighing one final breath, died quiet.
How did I feel?
For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak.
I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love,
his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.”
And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and,
sighing one final breath, died quiet.
For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak.
I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love,
his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.”
And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and,
sighing one final breath, died quiet.
Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside.
But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences.
Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought.
I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face.
How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood!
I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man.
To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done.
I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.
For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak.
I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love,
his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.”
And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and,
sighing one final breath, died quiet.
Father & daughter’s love
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father gave
mother’s love
Father was dying
Father’s hands
Nimble fingers
Father & daughter’s love
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father gave
mother’s love
Father was dying
Father’s hands
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Nimble fingers
8 As I looked down fondly at the precious, motionless hands of my dear father, I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now: No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
As I looked down fondly at the precious, motionless hands of my dear father, I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now:
No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
As I looked down fondly at the precious, motionless hands of my dear father, I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now:
No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
As I looked down fondly at the precious, motionless hands of my dear father, I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now:
No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
As I looked down fondly at the precious, motionless hands of my dear father, I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now:
No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
As I looked down fondly at the precious, motionless hands of my dear father, I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now:
No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now:
No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
Father & daughter’s love
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father gave
mother’s love
Father was dying
Father’s hands
Nimble fingers
Father & daughter’s love
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father gave
mother’s love
Father was dying
Father’s hands
No mother’s handsBetter than father’s hands
Nimble fingers
Father & daughter’s love
Strong & useful
Can talk &understand
Mother’s death Father gave
mother’s love
Father was dying
Father’s hands
No mother’s loveBetter than father’s love
Nimble fingers
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Father’s hands1 ） As Daddy’s devoted 深爱的 and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my two brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. Two things in particular made Daddy more wonderful, interesting and capable than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands.2) Daddy had long, nimble 灵巧的 fingers that could thread the smallest needle in order to mend the my dress. They could carefully trim the nails of tiny fingers and toes. Unlike Mama, Daddy could tie straight sashes on my party dresses. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar, making my nursery tunes 儿歌 the most beautiful music I ever heard.3) Daddy’s inventive hands were also strong and useful, wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, and a bit callused 起茧的 . There was no unfamiliar thing to Daddy’s hands. They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. And I loved to watch in wonder as his skillful hands worked. 4) Daddy’s hands could send a message as they tenderly touched a fevered brow or mended a broken doll. They seemed to speak, to understand unspoken pain and emotional hurt when I found no way to tell.5） Yes, these were the hands of my father. They tenderly, untiringly cared for his children and my mother through her many long illnesses right up until her death. 妈妈死后 When I was sick, Daddy would take a small blanket, warm it in front of the fireplace and wrap it around my small, cold feet with his hands of love. It was obvious to me even then that no mother’s hands could have done better. I can also well remember the old, familiar songs that Daddy sang, as his hands patted me. I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines of his hand, feeling its hard spots with pride. Daddy’s nails were always trimmed, although he had a scar 伤疤 in his left thumbnail. This was special and made me love him more because he was building my dollhouse when he acquired the injury. My father’s hands were perfect in my little-girl eyes. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible! 6） Years later, in a small hospital room as Daddy lay near death, too weak to speak out loud, I sat tearfully at his bedside. But, holding his hands, I smiled, recalling all those happy, important and unforgettable years of shared experiences. Once again feeling every line, every callus and scar, I was amazed at the experience of love that father’s hands had brought. I lifted them, placing the tired, now pale hands against my face. How warm they were even now, just as in my treasured childhood! I kissed each brown spot in the hands of the 83-year-old man. To me they were beauty marks instead, standing for a job well done. I could no longer hold back the tears filling my eyes.7） For a moment, Daddy opened his eyes as if to speak. I leaned over close to him. With a weak, concerned smile of love, his trembling fingers reached up to gently touch my brow, stopping briefly to wipe away the tears now running down the cheeks of his “little girl.” And time stood still. Then Daddy closed his eyes and, sighing one final breath, died quiet.8） As I looked down fondly at the precious, motionless hands of my dear father, I knew one thing for sure then, and I am even more sure of it now: No mother’s hands, in all the world, were ever more endearing or more beautiful than the strong hands of my father.
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