In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, dexterous hands, however, I write about a pair of hard-working hands of my mom. Her hands are not very big, long-term labor so that the callus skin climbed on the fingers, so that the back of the hand grew a layer of light black skin.
In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, dexterous hands, however, I wrote a pair of mom's hard-working hands. Her hands are not very big, long-term labor so that the callus skin climbed on the fingers, so that the back of the hand grew a layer of light black skin.
When the chicken crowed three times, mom's hands have begun to work: busy doing breakfast. Near noon, her hands were at work again: busy making lunch. In the afternoon, her hands are at work again: busy making dinner. At night, when the moon is high in the sky, mom's hands are at work again: busy washing clothes. In short, mom's hands work all the time.
Mom's hands are both hard-working hands and hands full of motherly love. I remember a cold winter afternoon, the weather is relatively cold. I was doing my homework and my mom was doing needlework.
It was late at night, the weather became colder, my hands were trembling, and I didn't dare to write, for fear of doing my homework badly. At this time, my mom came up to me and said to me with concern, "Cold?" I gently sandwiched my hand between her two hands. At once, I felt incredibly warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously.
I remember another midwinter morning, the weather was very cold. In order to protect ourselves from the cold, my partners and I went to the creek to skate. I was not careful and my feet fell into a lime pit. It was hard for me to raise my feet, but the leather boots were already stuffed with lime. "I can't wear them anymore", I took off the boots decisively and was going to ask my mother to wash them for me, but then I thought: my mother would criticize me. Finally, I came up with the best of both worlds. I hid the boots in the doorway and waited for the weather to warm up a bit before I washed them. The next day, when the weather was a little warmer, I went to wash my boots. But there was no sign of the boots in the doorway. I was so anxious that I almost cried, but after a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. Just as I found the back door, I heard the familiar "swish, swish, swish" sound. Wasn't that the sound of my mom's hands at work? I followed the sound and on the patio I found my mom, washing my boots. Her hands were red from the cold and cracked. Although it was cold, a few beads of crystal sweat still fell from my mom's cheeks. I went to her side and grabbed the brush that was used to brush the boots, saying, "Mom, I'll do it." Mom said with concern, "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I refused, but she had already taken the boots and the brush. In the end, it was mom who washed it. After she washed, and meticulously baked boots, when I put on the boots again, my eyes have been blurred by tears.
Ah! I want to praise, praise mom's hands, and more praise you - mom.
2. 《Mom's hand》作文 600 words or soLZ Hello The following is what I found for you Mom's hand is the sweet dew, moisturizing your parched soul; Mom's hand is to help you climb the ladder, so that you can stand on the top of the world; Mom's hand is a ruler, and always remind you not to back off.
Mom's hand is a pair of magical hands. I remember it was the day after the midterm exam.
Because of the lack of good exams went home and cried a lot. At this time, my mother came over and asked me what was wrong, I told my mother, "Mom, I didn't do well in the exam, it must be very disappointing to you, right?" Mom gently stroked my head with her hand and said, "It's okay, a bad test is nothing, as long as you really learn the knowledge, test scores are not very important."
Listening to my mom's words and the touch of those hands, I did not cry. I learned that the important thing is not to blame yourself for not doing well in the exam, but to pick yourself up, to meet the next challenge, and strive to succeed in the next time.
Mom's hand is a pair of magical hands, it will be in my frustration when I meet the soothing my mind, so that I revitalize, to meet the next challenge. Mom's hand is a pair of warm hands.
I remember that it was a cold day, it was snowing heavily outside, I went out to make up. Since I forgot my gloves, my hands were frozen and hurt.
When I got home, my mom wrapped my small hands in her big hands, just like when I was a child. I felt the warmth of my mom's hands.
Mom's hand is a pair of warm hands. It will feel warm when you are cold.
Mom's hands are a pair of hardworking hands. I remember it was a summer night, my mom and I were watching TV at home.
I looked at my mom who was so unoccupied, I asked my mom to go out for a walk with me, and she agreed. Walking down the street, my mom held my hand as she always did.
I remember when my mom's hand was so soft and smooth. But now, it is so stiff and rough.
Yes, mom has to go to work every day, and come home to do housework, so hardworking hands, how can not be worn out calluses? Mom's hand is a pair of hard-working hands, it will make me more comfortable, more healthy to spend every day. Mom's hands are magical, warm and hardworking.
It is such a pair of hands that accompanied me as I grew up; it is also this pair of hands that soothed me when I encountered frustration, was considerate of me when I was cold, taught me when I made a mistake, and was very helpful to me when I was ...... My mother's hand is a strong umbrella that protects me from the wind and the rain, and my mother's hand is a thick cotton coat that protects me from the cold; Mom's hand is a dry towel that brushes away the tears in my heart. I don't know what standard LZ want a piece of this relatively simple my mother's hands although that rough, but in these hands into the mother's hope for me, my care and love.
I love my mom's hands.
I love my mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind and rain came to me and my mom who were going home.
Mom struggled to pedal the motorcycle, sitting in the back of the I have been frozen teeth fight. At this point, my mother got off and kindly said to me, "Qiuqiu, bear with me, we're almost home."
After saying that, my mom took off her gloves to me to put on, at once, I feel a warm current flowing throughout the body, no longer feel the cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, tears like broken beads gushed out.
Mom, a few days ago your hand cracked, there are many small mouths on your hand, although you smiled and said to me that it is okay, it does not hurt. But I know how can your hand not hurt? But you don't want me to worry about it, for fear that it will affect my studies.
Back home mom rubbed her hands vigorously, I lowered my head to look at my mom's hands, my mom's hands were frozen green, purple. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried, and my mother touched me with her almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, be strong, you have to study hard, don't let down your mother's hopes for you!" I do not know how many times, I woke up from sleep, saw my mother's hands are still in the light for me to sew clothes; I do not know how many times, my mother used her hands to cover my quilt; I do not know how many times, my mother's hands in the careful care of the restoration of health; I do not know how many times, in the hands of my mother's help, I overcame all sorts of difficulties.
I love my mom's warm and strong hands.
If LZ want to write their own words, I can provide ideas can write the mother's hands, highlighting the handy hand hand rough, highlighting the mother's strong labor hand warm, highlighting the mother's mother love LZ satisfied with it? If you're not satisfied, ask me. Although my mom's hands are rough, they are filled with her hope, care and love for me. I love my mom's hands.
I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind and rain came to me and my mom, who was going home. Mom struggled to pedal the motorcycle, sitting in the back of the I have long been frozen teeth fight.
At this point, my mother got off and kindly said to me, "Qiuqiu, bear with me, we're almost home." After that, my mom took off her gloves and put them on me. At that moment, I felt a stream of warmth flowing through my body and I no longer felt cold.
Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, tears like broken beads gushed out. Mom, a few days ago your hand cracked, many small cuts appeared on your hand, although you smiled and said to me that it is okay, it does not hurt.
But I know how can your hand not hurt? You just don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my studies. Back home mom rubbed her hands vigorously, I lowered my head to look at my mother's hands, my mother's hands were frozen green a piece, purple a piece.
I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried, and my mother touched me with her almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, be strong, you have to study hard, don't let down your mother's hope for you!" I do not know how many times, I woke up from sleep, saw my mother's hands are still in the light for me to sew clothes; I do not know how many times, my mother used her hands to cover my quilt; I do not know how many times, my mother's hands in the careful care of the restoration of health; I do not know how many times, in the hands of my mother's help, I overcame all sorts of difficulties.
I love my mom's warm and strong hands.
I love my mom's warm and strong hands.
3. "Mom's Hands" 600 words essayAll people have a pair of hands.
There are thick; there are petite; there are tender white; there are pale callus hard ...... However, in so many shapes ***, all kinds of hands, the most make me love, or mom's pair of long calluses, some cracks, very rough hands. Because, this hands, cohesion of the mom on my deep love.
It was a cold and shivering late at night, I was writing homework, I just feel my hands straight shivering, then let my mom give me a hot water bag. But when my mom sent the hot water bag to the hands of the moment, can not help but freeze: mom's mouth breathing a mouthful of hot air, eyebrows slightly locked, nose is frozen mention some red.
Look up at mom, her hands cold cold, some of the swelling, red. The rough hand has a little white flower "chip", and a few not very deep blood mouth.
Touch up, as if a big ice, I just feel a cold drilled into my bones. The hand looked like a red carrot from a distance.
I seemed to feel that my mom was shivering too. This coldness stung my hand and even more so my heart.
And as if she felt it too, my mom hastily retracted her hand, touched my head, looked at me with a kind gaze, and said, "Mom is not cold." I looked at my mom's cold and rough hands, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.
There was also a time when I was racking my brains over a math problem. At that moment, my mom came and handed me a cup of hot water.
Then she lifted her pen and drew a long line and a few shapes on the white, snowy sketch paper.
This is the first time I've seen my mom's hands.
Mom's hands may be too dry, there is a little crack. And the palms of her hands were yellow, hard and heartbreaking calluses.
Moreover, there was a little water and dust on it. I thought: this must be the traces that mom shed when she was washing clothes for us as a family.
Looking at my mother's hands for *** labor day and night, day and night for my hard hand, my heart again and again hidden pain, the corner of my eye unconsciously surged out of the crystal tears: this pair of rough, with some calluses and some cracks hand, is not exactly the best proof of my mother's love for me? Until now, mom's pair of some cracks, some rough, calloused hands still make me engraved in my heart. I recalled everything, can not help but think, although mom's hands carved with the vicissitudes of the years, but I still love it.
Mom ah, daughter has grown up. Now, let me take your hand and do for you what you once did for me.
4. Mom's Hand Essay 600 WordsIn this world, my deepest impression is my mother, her hands I will never forget.
When I came into this world, I was greeted by a smiling person who held me in her slender and delicate hands, smiled at me and spoke to me. I don't know why she did it, but I know it was an expression of joy.
When I was wobbling and learning to walk, she held me in her delicate hands and taught me to walk. When I fell down, she picked me up with her sensitive hands. I know that it was she who made me take my first steps in life. When I could talk and walk, she sent me to kindergarten, and I knew she was my mother. Every day when I came home, she would make my favorite meals with her dexterous hands, and sometimes she would feed me with her dexterous hands. She was even my home teacher. She used her big hand to hold my little hand to write, draw ......
When everything is revived, she will use those delicate hands to hold my little hand to go outside to play. I feel that my mom's hand is as gentle as the spring breeze.
When the sun was hot, she would take me swimming with her rough hands. When I go to sleep, she will fan me with her cool hands and pat me gently to make me go to sleep. I feel that my mom's hand is as soft as a fan.
When the autumn leaves fly, she will use the pair of dexterous hands for me to knit sweaters, that one piece of sweater than to buy a beautiful, warm. I feel that my mother's hands are as warm as the sweaters, and more dexterous than the weaver's hands.
When the wind blew, she would use her strong hands to block the wind and snow for me. When she was sick, she would take me to the hospital with her warm hands. I feel that my mom's hands are as strong as the wind and warmer than the fire in the furnace.
Season after season, year after year, mom's hands have grown calluses, no longer delicate and delicate. Looking at the photo of my mother's teenage years, I have an indescribable taste ......
I know that my mother's hands were once so slender, so smooth, so delicate ...... everything is just once, it must be once?
5. Mom's hand 600 words essayThank you mother": night, everything is so quiet, I woke up from the boundless darkness, trembling. At this time, I was so unsupported, like a bird in a cage, isolated from the world. Suddenly, a ray of light shot into the room from the doorway, shining on my face, removing the fear in my heart. Looking at my mother's kind eyes in front of me, I silently said, "Thank you, mom!"
The sun shines brightly on the earth, and a loud cry brings me from darkness to light, to this wonderful world. What greets me is my angelic mother, who leads me to this wonderful world and teaches me the truth of being a human being.
I can't forget that my mother, who braved the pouring rain, sent me an umbrella and got soaked herself; I can't forget that when I had a high fever, my mother carried me on her back and carried my bag, running up and down the seven floors; I can't forget that when I didn't have my homework with me, my mother, at the risk of being expelled, brought me a small exercise book; I can't forget that my mother has done every bit of work for me in these 14 years. ......
It was Saturday, and I was sitting in my mother's office chair, singing and waiting for her to get off work. But I couldn't see my mom leaving work, so I couldn't go out to play. So, impatiently waiting, I pulled my mom's corner: "Mom, can I go out to play with that sister over there?" "Yes! Then you can follow her downstairs. Right! Pay attention to safety.'' Mom instructed uneasily. "Wow, got it." I responded carelessly and eagerly pulled my sister's hand downstairs.
But where to? The two of us walked beside the road for half a day, and did not have a destination. Suddenly, I had a flash of light: "Go, sister, I'll take you to a good place."
Only a moment's work, we arrived at the so-called "good place" - "dragon head". Looking at the heaps of golden sand on the ground, I jumped with excitement.
Time is like a naughty child, in the blink of an eye slipped a large section. Time is already close to noon, but we do not have a point to stop the meaning of the still busy and happy, and is painting "sand painting", and is building castles. Just at this time, mom's unit of the uncle rode a motorcycle to this, "so you are all here, quickly get on the car. Hengcheng, your mom has been looking for you for half a day, and keep hanging up the phone, but also looking for you everywhere, are about to go crazy! Uncle said loudly.
At the door, I saw my mother. In the gusty wind, my mother's hair was irregularly scattered on the vitals, back, nervous and very tired. Her clothes were untidy, her eyes were red and lightless, and she was completely devoid of her usual radiant and springy demeanor. As soon as she saw me, she ran over to me, tears came to her eyes: "child, where have you been? Mom has been looking for you for a long time!" I silently shed tears in my mother's arms, for my own ignorance and selfishness, repentance.
Thank you, mother, give me life; thank you, mother, teach me a lot; thank you, mother, for all I pay. Mother, I love you!
Question added: Please change it properly and don't hit me. Also, this essay has been emotionally invested !
6. Write "Mom's hands" essay 600 wordsMom's hands Mom's hands are very familiar to me.
Mom's hands are very soft, when I was a child, whenever I cried, my mother would use her hands to touch me, I would obediently stop crying; sometimes, my body felt a little itchy, mom will use her hands to scratch for me, feel so comfortable; of course, sometimes I misbehaved, my mother will be very angry, high up her hands, hit my ***, I don't know why, it looks like mom hit me so hard, but I don't know why, I don't know why. I don't know why, but it looks like mom is hitting me hard, but it doesn't hurt at all. Today, my mom didn't work overtime at the factory, so she came back earlier.
But mom didn't take a break when she got home. She was very busy, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, and so on.
I was upstairs doing my homework, and suddenly I heard an "ouch", and I immediately went downstairs. The first thing I noticed was that my mom had cut her finger when she was cutting the vegetables, and her hand was bleeding.
I immediately ran upstairs, got a band-aid, and said to my mom, "Mom, come on, I'll wrap it for you." Mom smiled at me and nodded.
I carefully washed my mom's finger with water.
When I was washing my mom's hands, I realized that my mom's hands seemed a little strange, because they used to be so smooth and soft.
But now they have become so rough, and there are many old cocoons in their hearts. I was a little saddened to see that my mom had worked so hard! I used a dry cloth to carefully dry my mom's fingers, and carefully put the band-aid gently.
. I just wrapped it up, and my mom immediately pulled her hand back.
She continued to do the housework. Although my mother's hands are engraved with the vicissitudes of time, covered with old calluses, but I love my mother's hands, and I love my mother even more.
7. mother's hand 600 essaymother's hand
Early in the morning, with the pleasant song, riding on the wings of the song, from the clouds outside the starry sky leisurely, due to their own inertia, the melody into a melodious, soft lullabies, once again immersed in the beauty of the dream. All of a sudden, just when I was enjoying a good dream, my mother's hands were like eagle claws, pulling me out of my dream.
At this time, I finished organizing was about to go, my mother's fat, numb hands had already warmed up the milk, face to face to me, I drank it, and then quickly left to go to school.
By noon, I walked happily on the way out of school, thinking of my mother to do what I delicious food, not long, they returned home. I just entered the door, suddenly a strong smell of roasted meat, came face to face, all the aroma into my curious nose, but because of gluttony, three steps and two steps, has long been impatient to rush to the kitchen, with my keen eyes scanning a bit, and suddenly my eyes stayed on the table, a pot of roasted meat appeared in my line of sight, I ran over to the arrows in the hands of roasted meat, savored the mother's handiwork!
This is the first time I've ever seen the world's most popular movie, and I'm not sure I've ever seen the world's most popular movie.
After eating, my father and I left the table, each returned to their own "post" "sleep". Mother she may also be very tired, she also wanted to quickly clean up and we entered the sweet dreams, a moment, the mother of the pair of tireless hands, flexible, skillful ten minutes to all the tableware and table are cleaned spotless.
In the afternoon, my mother rushed to work in the unit again, fighting for the future of my sister and me. Sometimes in the afternoon, the director let print some manuscripts, the mother always rushed forward without complaint, the content of the manuscript one by one to print out, playing the manuscript not only to be accurate, but also need to be rapid, at this time, the mother's hands and non-stop in the keyboard, can not help but swinging in the breeze, waving.
But because of my carelessness and laziness, I never cared about my mother's health, and also asked her for pocket money from time to time, and now I feel a little guilty about my behavior.
One night, with curiosity and guilt I concentrated on observing my mother's hands, I found that my mother's hands and other mothers' hands are not the same, my mother's hands are always chubby, in which hands, interspersed with a lot of nasty wrinkles and tiresome stiffness, at first I was a little puzzled, is it the mother to eat fat? Is for *** labor struggle and fat, then my mood more excited and guilty, excited because I have such a great mother and proud, guilty because I feel how cold and heartless I am, before always again and again to hurt parents, did not give my mother a little encouragement and support.
The mother's hand made me realize the greatness and sanctity of motherhood, the mother's hand made me realize the result of the mother's running day and night, the mother's hand made me realize the difficulty of earning a living, and the mother's hand made me realize the expectation of an ordinary mother for her child.
8. An essay on "Mom's Hands" 600 wordsMom's Hands
Mom's hands are very familiar to me. Mom's hands are very gentle, when I was a child, whenever I cried, my mother will use her hands to touch me, I will obediently stop crying; sometimes, my body feels a little itchy, my mother will use her hands for me to scratch the itch, the feeling is so comfortable; of course, sometimes I misbehave, my mother will be very angry, high up her hands, hit on my ***, but I don't know why, looks like my mother hard to hit me, but hit on the body, but I don't know why. I don't know why, but it looks like mom is hitting me hard, but it doesn't hurt at all.
Today, mom did not work overtime at the factory, so she came back earlier. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. She was busy, washing clothes, cooking and cleaning, and she didn't stop for a moment.
I do my homework upstairs, suddenly heard a "ouch", I heard immediately downstairs. It turns out that mom in the cut vegetables accidentally cut the finger saw mom's hand is bleeding out. I immediately ran upstairs, brought a band-aid, said to my mom: "Mom, come on, I'll wrap it for you." Mom smiled at me and nodded.
I first carefully washed my mom's finger with water. When I was washing my mom's hands, I found that mom's hands seemed a little strange, before mom's hands were so smooth and soft. But now it has become so rough, and there are many calluses in the heart of the hand. When I saw this, I felt a little sad in my heart, my mom worked too hard! I used a dry cloth to carefully dry my mom's fingers, and carefully put the band-aid gently affixed.
I just wrapped up, mom immediately put her hand back.
It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of this.
Mom's hand, although carved with the vicissitudes of time, covered with old calluses, but I love my mother's hand, more love my mother
9. 600-word essay.I was born in an ordinary family, and grew up under the care of my mother. Like a seed, drifting with the wind in a corner of the world, no one knows, but in the mother earth's nurture, rooted and sprouted. All the mothers in the world are the same, in order to children, at all costs, silent dedication, willing to pay. Especially mom's dexterous hands, for our family brought joy, brought happiness.
Mom, I love you, I want to praise your ordinary hands.
Mom's hand is not big, but it supports our whole family. Every day of my life, my mom worked early in the morning and late at night, and hardly ever rested. In order to make a better living, after finishing the work in the field, mom went to the construction site to work to earn money. Under the hot sun, she sweated like a pig. Over time, mom's delicate hands became rough, and a thick layer of callus was worn out on her hands. Mom therefore also tired out the disease, had to stay at home to rest, but at home but do this and do that always can not be idle.
Mom's hands are hard-working hands, but also dexterous hands. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on my own. The shoes made by my mom are not as good as the leather shoes worn by my classmates, but they are comfortable and durable. Whenever we walked together, other people's shoes were either broken or cracked, but my shoes were always new and never made a fool of me. All these are the credit of mom. I love to wear shoes made by my mom.
I remember one year, almost winter. Because Dad's salary has not been issued down, the family moved out of money to buy me gloves, my hands had to be frozen. Mom didn't say anything on her lips, but she was heartbroken. One day in the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of clanking. It turned out that my mom was making me gloves on the sewing machine, tears blurred my eyes. I got up quietly, slowly approached, and "bam" the shovel on the windowsill was knocked down by me. Mom looked up, her eyes bloodshot. I couldn't speak, but my mom smiled and said, "It's late, go to bed, you have to go to school tomorrow!" The next day, I wore the warmest and most beautiful hands ever.
Thank you, mom, for your capable hands.
10. 600~900 words essay on the topic of mom's handMom's hand is a sweet dew, moisturizing your parched soul; Mom's hand is a ladder to help you climb, so that you stand on top of the world; Mom's hand is a ruler, always reminding you not to back off.
Mom's hand is a pair of magical hands. I remember it was the day after the midterm exam. Because I did not do well, I went home and cried a lot. At this time, my mother came over and asked me what was wrong, I told my mother, "Mom, I didn't do well in the exam, it must be very disappointing to you, right?" Mom gently stroked my head with her hand and said, "It's okay, it's nothing to do badly on a test, as long as you really learn the knowledge, test scores are not very important." After listening to my mom's words and the touch of those hands, I stopped crying. I learned that it is important not to blame yourself for not doing well in a test, but to pick yourself up and meet the next challenge and strive to succeed in the next one. Mom's hand is a pair of magical hands, it will be in my frustration when I soothe my mind, make me get back on my feet, to meet the next challenge.
Mom's hand is a pair of warm hands. I remember that it was a cold day, it was snowing heavily outside, I went out to make up. As I forgot to bring gloves, my hands were frozen and hurt. When I came home, my mom wrapped my small hands in her big hands, just like when I was a child. At once, I felt that my mom's hands were so warm. Mom's hand is a pair of warm hands. It will feel warm when you are cold.
Mom's hands are a pair of hard-working hands. I remember it was a summer night, my mom and I were watching TV at home. I looked at it hard to be idle mom, then asked mom to accompany me out for a walk, mom agreed. Walking on the street, mom held my hand like before. I remembered that my mom's hand used to be so soft and smooth. But now, it is so stiff and rough. Yes, mom has to go to work every day, back home also have to do housework, so hardworking hands, how can not be worn out calluses? Mom's hand is a pair of hard-working hands, it will make me more comfortable, more healthy to spend every day.
Mom's hands are magical, warm and hardworking. It is such a pair of hands that accompanied me as I grew up; it is also this pair of hands that soothed me when I was frustrated, was considerate of me when I was cold, taught me when I made mistakes, and was very kind to me when I was ......
My mother's hand is a strong umbrella that protects me from the wind and the rain, and my mother's hand is a thick cotton coat that protects me from the cold; Mom's hand is a dry towel, for me to brush away the tears in my heart.