Delicate hands, powerless and windless.
My fingers are thick and short, such fingers
Not suitable for playing the piano, clumsy typing
Not a reader with a pen.
Parents say that such fingers
Born to be the life of poor working people.
Have to do rough work all your life
So I knocked on the door with my finger.
Dare not knock too hard, for fear of disturbing the master.
When I shake hands with others, I am used to using a wide palm.
My finger, never wearing a ring.
I've never touched brightly colored nail polish.
It's thick and short. It's always like this when you cut your nails.
I'm thinking about the fate of poor working people.
My father's fingers held the hoe for many years, and the cocoon was very thick.
It's really dark on the temple,
Mother's fingers are covered with countless needle holes.
In winter, I rub my fist.
Frostbite swollen fingers. Parents' fingers
Like dry land, there are cracks.
Illiterate mother, holding a textbook.
Under the oil lamp, I pointed to Chinese characters.
Let me identify, I dare not admit my mistake.
Hold the finger that hurts inside.