Mom's hands are warm hands. Whenever I am sad, it is my mother's warm hand that comforts me; whenever I am hurt, it is my mother's warm hand that cleans up my wounds; my mother's warm hand gives me a warm embrace and a warm comfort.
Mom's hands are a pair of hard-working hands, the family's big and small chores, are all wrapped up by her alone, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, washing clothes, busy.
Mom's hand is a pair of dexterous hand, can make a handful of good food, taste great, definitely not inferior to the chef. If my clothes and pants are broken, mom will quickly sew it up, sometimes her fingers are pierced by the needle, she does not complain.
When I misbehaved, my mom's hands punished me and looked terrible; when I behaved well, my mom's hands touched my head and hugged me like an angel.
It is my mother's hard-working hands that make me go to school clean every day; it is my mother's hard-working hands that clean the house; it is my mother's beautiful hands that take care of me and guide me to grow up in a healthy and civilized way.
I love my mom, and I love her even more for her hard-working and beautiful hands.