That is a pair of calloused hands, a pair of hands that propel the cradle, a pair of hands that make me happy, warm and stay.
While I do not know how beautiful and touching my mother's hands were when I was young, and how delicate they were, when I imagined that the delicate fingers gently pinched a flower petal, and the faint fragrance spread out, it was so endearing!
But now, my mother's hands are no longer white and tender, and there will be no more delicate fingers. The rough skin is y imprinted in my mind. The years and excessive labor, and for me and get up early in the morning and black, I am so self-condemned ah! I blame myself for not doing my duty as a child, I blame myself for not doing my duty as a filial mother, and I blame myself for not knowing how to study hard!
Looking at my mother's hand, I was in tears.
My mother has a pair of skillful hands, it is not good-looking, but also covered with wrinkles, but I think my mother's hands are the warmest hands in the world.
That day, it was so cold that I didn't dare to put my head out of the blanket, and the sound of my mother's washing came from my ears. I couldn't sleep because of my mother's noise, so I got up, walked out of my room, and came to the corridor. What blew in front of me was the bone-chilling northwesterly wind, and I saw my mother's reddish hands immersed in the water. I saw a thick layer of ice in a bucket in the hallway. I hurriedly hid in my room to read a book.
A short while later, the sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, and I could faintly see my mom's figure swaying. Only more than ten minutes, I smelled the aroma of food, mom walked into my room, saw that I had already got up, smiled and said to me: "I had wanted you to sleep a little more, not to come to call you, maybe now will you wake up, right? Then hurry up and eat and go to school." "Mom, it's Sunday." I reminded. "Ugh, it's so unhelpful that you can't even figure out the day anymore." I ate the breakfast made by my mom, looking at my mom rubbing her frozen hands on the side, my heart always felt bad.
Mom's hands are very capable, not only will burn a table of good food, can wash the clothes clean, as if new, but also sewing clothes. Sometimes, a piece of clothing will accidentally be hooked, but this is not difficult to defeat the mother, after her left a needle, right a line, will be new; she will also knit a sweater, a few woolen balls in the mother that pair of skillful hands under the knitting, it will become a very beautiful clothing. I have a sweater, above the braided with my name "Mary" pinyin, that is my mother gave me to knit out, I like this sweater, often wearing it, I feel particularly warm.
My mother used her hands to raise me to adulthood, and taught me to be a human being, I will take over my mother's hands, get better grades, and build a better life to return her.