One: mother's hands are thick and powerful; Mother's hands are soft and delicate; My hands are tender and dexterous. Everyone's hands are different, but what impressed me most was my mother's hands.
My mother is an accountant. She has been dealing with computers all day. Ten fingers have calluses on their stomachs, and several inconspicuous veins can be seen on the back of their hands. You think it's normal at first sight. Yes, my mother's hands are not special. They are18cm long, 9cm wide and1.7cm thick.
As the writer Liu Xin wrote in the poem My Mother's Hand, "I once printed five red marks on my ass! I took off standing on these hands. " It is true that my mother's hands are sometimes rough. I remember at that time: when I was patiently and repeatedly taught by my mother, my mother, who was usually quiet and seldom angry, lost patience and raised her gentle and delicate hands. I saw my mother's veins standing out suddenly and violently, and tears swirled in her eyes. Yes, it hurts to hit my mother. Finally, that gentle and delicate hand scratched five red marks on my ass. After that, my mother broke into the house ... Just when I stopped crying but my tears were still spinning, my mother came back to comfort me and patiently guided me. Those hands are calm again.
No matter when and where, mom's hands are warm hands; It's raining or windy. My mother's hand has been inspiring me, supporting me, caring for me and taking care of me. I remember that day, my heart broke down, and I ran home and cried and threw myself into my mother's warm arms. My mother stroked me with her gentle hand. "My mother's hand" wrote: "These hands put my heart into the envelope again and again. Even if I wander around the world, this hand still covers my head like an umbrella and accompanies me through the scorching sun and wind and rain."
Although I have no experience, I know that behind every successful person there are one or more pairs of loving hands. Cherish our success, including cherishing every opportunity on the road to success, because success is not only our sweat, but also the efforts of many others.
Two: Mom's Hand The left hand is the closest place to centrifugation-inscription.
"Let's go, let's hold hands …" This is a song that I will hum from time to time until now. Every time I walk with my mother, my mother always pulls me with her left hand …
In summer, I will take my mother's left hand and go for a walk after dinner with my mother. My mother's left hand is thin and slippery. Just when I was intoxicated with this happiness, my mother stopped and knew that my mother had gone to that broken house to buy flowers again. There is a poor old man living at home. So my mother goes there to buy flower seeds every day. To my surprise, my mother never gives money with her right hand in front of me, so I have been watching carefully to find out.
Slowly, I found that my mother usually uses her right hand to do housework, and she only uses her left hand when she is really busy. I helped wash the dishes under the pretext. When I saw that scene, my heart ached slightly. ...
The left hand is slippery and the right hand hurts.
I subconsciously looked at my mother's right hand, which was almost different from the same hand. Compared with the left hand, the right hand is like a dead tree. Through my blurred eyes, I can vaguely see the scars and wrinkles on my mother's right hand. At that time, I suddenly felt a slap in the face somewhere in my heart and it hurt ... so tears entered the bowl with tap water. ...
I know my mother likes to keep a diary, so I went upstairs carefully and found the notebook in my mother's room. As soon as I found it, I thought about it and put it in the past. After a long struggle, I took it out again. Finally, I got up the courage to pick it up and turned to the first page with trepidation. It turned out to be my first day in junior high school: the baby grew up and went to junior high school. I missed her on the first day, and I don't know if she can adapt ... I sobbed a few times and continued to turn over. A picture with a smiling face on it attracted me: silly child, mom's left hand is slippery, and it's comfortable to hold you ... and because the left hand is the closest place to the heart, I want to put you on it.
Bean tears fell, and I covered my mouth with my hand for fear that my mother would hear …
In the future, I will hold my mother's right hand with my left hand and put my mother in the nearest place to my heart.
Three: My mother's hand, the first composition, once gave me courage when I was frustrated, educated me when I was naughty, and wiped away the tears in my eyes when I shed tears ... It was a pair of hands, an ordinary and warm hand-my mother's hand.
From the moment I was born, I never left these hands. I accidentally fell to the ground when I was a child. It was these hands that gently picked me up and dusted my clothes. I hurried across the street without looking at the traffic lights. It was these hands that pulled me into my mother's arms at the critical moment. When I quarreled with my friends for the first time, I ran back to my mother in tears. It was these hands that wiped the tears from my eyes, gently stroked my head and patiently educated me ... It was these hands that brought me from childish to mature. These are my mother's hands, a pair of warm hands.
I have been stubborn since I was a child, and it is these hands that put me on the right track. I broke the teacher's glass while playing with my classmates, but I think I'm right. It was these hands that fell on my ass and made me understand my mistake. It was these hands that fell on my face, which made me understand that classmates should treat each other with courtesy ... It was these hands that made me become sensible from ignorance. These are my mother's hands, a pair of strong hands.
Junior high school students are extremely nervous, but my grades are erratic. Holding the report card that has just been handed down, I stared out of the window and tears slipped down my cheeks. It is these hands that gently touch my head, wipe away the tears in my eyes and give me courage and confidence again; With a satisfactory report card, I flew home. It was those hands that gently touched my head and told me to keep working hard ... It was these hands that made me see the light from the darkness. This is my mother's hand, a pair of encouraging hands.
Now, I'm walking down the street holding these hands. It is not as smooth as before, and time has left traces on it, as if there were no seedlings moistened by rain, as if the earth had dried up for many years, but it is still warm and still gives me encouragement. If you can, please let these warm, encouraging and educational hands accompany me through life and death.
Four: My mother's hands Every mother is great, and great mothers will have hands like spring breeze and rain. Those hands bring me countless hopes, so that I am no longer afraid to face difficulties and avoid setbacks.
When I was a child, my mother took my hand-the ship had a safe haven, and when I grew up, my mother took my hand-and the ship sailed side by side on the sea.
Whenever I am frustrated, my mother always holds my trembling cold hand and gives me warmth and hope. Wipe away my tears and loss with her warm hands. I remember my mother once said, "Son, we can't be afraid of failure and avoid the shadow of success." This sentence gives me new hope-how can I see a beautiful sunrise with my back to the sun? Accompanied by my mother, I walked out of the shadows and faced the sunshine.
Whenever I succeed, my mother always holds my hand happily, praises me and gives me confidence. Her applause is always the loudest, even if I am not the best in others' eyes. My mother always helps me to get to the best position silently. I stand on the podium, and she always stands in that small corner. In my eyes, those awards should belong to my mother.
As time goes by, my mother's hands are no longer as smooth as before. There are many wrinkles and scars on it, and there are many thick cocoons on her palm. That is the testimony of love, and all the wrinkles are the testimony of her efforts for me. Even though my mother's hand is different from before, it is the most beautiful and best hand in the world in my eyes. I clearly remember every handshake, every encouragement and every compliment. These hands always work hard for one person and take pains. My mother, I want to thank your hands, and thank you for accompanying me through many years and every ups and downs.
I want to hold your hand and announce this most beautiful love to the whole world!
Five: My mother's hand. When I was a child, my mother's hands were delicate, smooth and white. Every time I see my mother's hand, I will admire it again and again with infinite longing as a child, thinking, "If I grow up with a pair of beautiful hands like green onions, what an enviable thing!" It's really wonderful to put on colorful nail polish and shiny diamond ring! "However, although I tried my best to let my mother decorate these beautiful hands, my mother's hands were never simple. At that time, my mother held me in her slender hands and taught me to walk; I fell down, and she lifted me up with those warm hands, which made me take the first step in my life. In my memory, I looked at these beautiful hands when I was a child, and then I rushed to hold the camera tightly, which I will never forget; I felt the warmth of my mother's hands, which is still clear in my memory.
My mother's hands are rough when she grows up. Every day, trivial housework presses on my mother, so that she can't be at leisure all the time. In order to take care of me and let me eat hot meals faster, my mother must go into the kitchen to cook as soon as she enters the house. My father came home late, and all the housework was handed over to my mother after work, but my mother always raised me wholeheartedly without complaint. Season after season, year after year, a pair of flawless hands gave birth to a few calluses, more wrinkles and more vicissitudes in the years of tempering. But I still think my mother's hands are the most beautiful, because they encourage me, accompany me to grow up and give me warmth … These hands hold up a blue sky for me!
Whenever my mother mentions that year in her spare time, she always puts her hands in front of her eyes and proudly says, "I don't know how white and tender my hands are!" " "Say that finish, he patted my hand and said to me slightly mischievously," Isn't your hand like when I was young? " Hearing this, my heart will suddenly be sour.
This is my mother's hand, give me love, give me the hand of heaven.
My mother has a pair of beautiful hands, slender and white. Warm young me like sunshine.
When I was a child, my mother's big hand took my little hand to school. I am the oldest in my class, and the children are no match for me. Although she is a girl, the fighting is first-class! Whenever I ask a classmate to hang up again, my mother always touches my head with those hands that never seem to hit me and patiently teaches me "Don't hit anyone again." However, if I repeat my teaching, my mother will use force. At this time, it is inevitable to leave a red "Wuzhishan" on the ass.
If I'm older, I won't fight, and my mother won't hit me.
Before I bought a washing machine at home, most of the clothes at home were washed by my mother alone. I can't wash clothes (a little embarrassing), but I've always wanted to help my mother wash some clothes, but I can't even wash a pair of socks. So my mother's home is still an "automatic washing machine". My hands are the most delicate, and they are wrinkled after soaking in water for more than ten minutes. My mother washes a lot of clothes and does a lot of housework every day-I wonder what it would be like if my mother's hands were soaked in water every day? This may not be good, is it?
One day, I happened to see what the hand model was talking about on TV. After reading it for a while, I realized that the original hand model is similar to the model, but the focus of the display is the hand. Hand models should be cared for once a month, and gloves should be worn in winter and summer. Hand model's hands are beautiful, slender and white. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother's hands are so beautiful, can she also be a hand model? When I mentioned this to my mother at dinner, I suddenly found that my mother's hands became short, thick and full of wrinkles. My mother smiled and said, "I can't make a hand model with my hands." I don't remember what happened later, and I don't remember when my mother's hands became like this. This must be a long change. The wrinkles on my mother's hands are the accumulation of affection, engraved in my heart like a knife. I will never forget that it was my mother's hands that raised me today!
Once upon a time, my mother was beautiful because she had hands; Now, mom's hands are beautiful because of her!
Seven: My mother's hands My mother is of medium height, with long hair hanging down to her waist. Although she looks ordinary, she will always be beautiful and kind in my heart, because she has a pair of hardworking hands.
Because of her hands, we can live in a house like a palace. Because of her hands, we can eat all kinds of delicious food. Because of her hands, we can wear clean clothes.
It's Saturday again. Mom doesn't have to go to work and I don't have to go to school, so I happily turn on the computer and chat. I just turned on the computer and saw my mother pick up linen and wipe it left and right in the room, and then picked up a broom to sweep the floor, not even letting go of a dust. After sweeping, I put the dirty clothes in the basin and then went to wash them. I felt a little ashamed after reading it, so I went to help her mop the floor and clean up the house. After I finished, I continued to play computer. Playing and suddenly feeling hungry. When I looked at my watch, I had been playing for four hours. I ran to the kitchen to eat. I saw my mother's two pots of clothes just mopping the floor after washing. My mother is sweating because she doesn't want to see her tired. But my mom seems to read my mind. She immediately put down the mop to cook. I'm glad I washed my hands. I almost fell down when I came back, because the ground was light. This is my mother cutting meat. In order to help me, the kitchen knife cut a big hole in my mother's hand at once. I quickly asked my mother, "What are you scolding?" My mother casually said, "Nothing." Then I wrapped it roughly and went to cook. I saw my mother in pain, and tears kept rolling in her eyes. I am very sad in my heart, but at the same time I have an unspeakable pride.
Although my mother is not good-looking, she has a pair of hardworking hands and a pair of hands that have infinite love for me. I love my mother, and I love her hands that shelter me from the wind and rain and make everything bumpy for me.
Eight: Mother's Hands The first composition There are a pair of unique hands in all kinds of hands in the world. They are slim but broad, rough but gentle, old but young.
Because that's my mother's hand.
My mother's hand is not as big as my face, but she has been holding my heart. My mother's hands are black and full of calluses, but they can make me feel gentle. Whenever my mother's hand touches my hair, it is my happiest moment. I like that kind of warmth, the warmth of the palm.
I remember the first time I left home to study. Walking on a strange road after school, I saw a familiar figure in the bustling crowd. Actually, that's not my mother. I saw her carefully holding her daughter's hand across the road. At that moment, how much I miss my mother's hand, the temperature of her palm, and the temperature that her mother loves.
My mother's hands are very clever. She can make clothes and cook a lot of delicious meals. After the hardships of life, my mother unfortunately suffers from arthritis, and many joints will be painful. Whenever it rains on cloudy days, her wrists, knees and many parts of her body will feel dull pain. Especially in the hands, the five fingers are not straight at all, the phalanges are swollen, and sometimes even heavy objects can't be lifted. However, my mother still cooks on time every day. I was busy in senior three. My mother even washes clothes and sews clothes for me. If there is any regret, it is that my mother didn't let me braid my hair when she was good at it, because I always had short hair at that time. My mother is good at tying her hair and has many kinds of hairstyles. Now that I'm grown up, I certainly don't need my mother to comb my hair, but I miss my childhood feelings and those touching pictures.
I believe that everyone has a pair of sacred hands in their hearts to support themselves forever. Even if the whole world leaves us, those hands will clap for us behind our backs, cheer for us, support us, give us faith and give us strength.
Remember, that's my mother's hand!