There are such hands, which have become busy for me and rough for home.
These hands have been working non-stop since they got up in the morning.
When I got up in the morning, these hands pushed me awake from my dreams. I looked at my watch in my haze and it was six-thirty! That's a half hour difference from my usual wake-up time! In the midst of scrubbing, I grumbled in my mind: why hadn't these hands pushed me a little earlier, so that I wouldn't have been late in opening the door? But when the words came out of my mouth, I swallowed them back. After I finished scrubbing, these hands started to buy breakfast for me, and then came back and watched me eat. Then these hands took me to school on the motorized cart.
The owner of these hands is very busy and hard working. At school, I sometimes worry about whether she will rub her fingers on the newspaper rails and whether there will be any safety problems when she rides the trolley on the road, and such worries often come up. Whenever this happens, I look at these hands and feel very distressed.
On my balcony, I often see a piece of clean laundry hanging. Who washed them? Of course, it is the hands, the hands that have become rough because of work and housework. After washing the clothes, these hands began to help me with my homework. Holding a triangle ruler in his left hand and a pen in his right, he said the perimeter of the figure and the area of the figure. I watched carefully, looking at the wonderful patterns created by these hands, at the same time, I also listened carefully, listening to these hands to bring me teaching, bring me knowledge ......
These hands are my dear mother's hands, although now these hands are becoming more and more rough, but in my mind, it will always be a pair of smooth, beautiful hands.
Episode 2: Mom's hands
My mother has a pair of skillful hands, it is not very good-looking, but I think that my mother's hands are the strongest and hardest working hands in the world.
Mom's hands are a pair of strong hands. Every morning before dawn, my mom gets up and starts to make breakfast for me, and starts to work hard for the new day. After breakfast, I have to clean up the house, sweeping, mopping... After these two kinds of work is enough to make my mom's back ache and her hands are numb, but after my mom has finished these things, she also has to go to the laundry, brush the dishes. Whenever I see my mom working hard like this, I always feel bad in my heart.
Mom's hands are still a pair of skillful hands. Once, my mother was with me to write homework, suddenly saw my sweater some short, the next day went to the store to buy some wool, back home to squeeze out some free time for me to knit up a sweater. I asked my mom, "Why don't you buy a ready-made sweater? That would have saved me a lot of trouble." Mom smiled and told me, "I went to the store and saw that the sweaters sold outside were too thin to be useful in winter, so I bought some wool to knit you a sweater." Mom was afraid that the sweater wouldn't fit so she took out a ruler and carefully measured it over and over on me several times. Every night, mom sat by my bedside and knitted the sweater stitch by stitch. Once I was woken up by the light and found my mom still sitting on the edge of my bed knitting the sweater,
I said to her, "Mom, go to bed early, it's already late!" . Mom smiled and touched my head with her warm hand and said to me,
"Dai'er, you go to sleep first, Mom will finish these knitting before you go to sleep."...... It took my mom just a few days to rush the sweater, and I wore it just right to fit me. Wearing it I feel not only body warm live, heart also feel warm live, because this sweater every needle every line contains have mom's love for me.
Mother's hand, contains infinite mother's love; mother's hand, records the strong affection; mother's hand shows the true and true greatness!
Part III: Mom's hands essay
Mom has a pair of magical hands.
Mom's hands are warm, when I was a child, my mother used to use her warm hands to gently pat me to sleep, and that's what I thought in my heart, the world may not be happier than this. When I got up in the morning, I was still immersed in happiness for a long time.
Mom's hands are dexterous, she used that pair of dexterous hands for me to compile a beautiful sweater, when I wore a sweater out of the house, the little friends will pull my sweater to look at the right and left, enviously, when others ask me who this is knitted, I'll be proud to say: "Mom knitted." The sweater knitted by my mom was very warm, just like my mom's hand caressing me.
Mom's hands are beautiful, her hands are a little thin, but still beautiful. She has to do a lot of housework every day, and the clear nail polish on her long nails has fallen off a bit, which symbolizes mom's hard work. Mom's ring finger wears a ring, which symbolizes the eternal love of mom and dad. The nails on mom's ring finger and pinky finger are very long, making mom's hands extraordinarily beautiful. Time flies, mom's hands have been time to smear a layer of "hand cream", but mom's hands in my heart the most beautiful.
Mother's hand is terrible, childhood, picking up the same thing home, mom hit me with her hand, but hit me to pick up the gold; in order to absolve themselves of responsibility, say a lie, mom hit me with her hand, but hit me honestly; exam parents are not satisfied with the results of the mother with her hand to hit me, but hit me with the results. In short, mom's slap is good for me. I love my mom's slaps, yet there is something I hate about them.
Look! How amazing mom's hands are, I love mom's hands.
Episode 4: Mom's Hand
No matter how deep the wound is, mom's hand will smooth it out; no matter how bitter the tears are, mom's hand will dry it up; no matter how cold the heart is, mom's hand will keep it warm. --Title
Mother's hand holds mother's love, and mother's love accompanies me all my life.
Smoothing deep wounds
The sky is the limit. When I was ten years old, I was naughty and let a nail stabbed my foot, which was 1 centimeter deep. Came to the hospital, that a needle to break the wind needle to tear my heart, the doctor how to comfort also to no avail, but also kept crying. This is, my mom gently stroked my head, said, "Man, be strong." From then on, I knew that my mother's hand could heal the deep wound.
Wiping away the bitter tears
Life is not what it seems. When I first came to Hongli and took my first midterm exam, my score made everyone sigh. Frustrated, I returned home and not only fell tears of regret. My mother wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes and talked with me. From then on, I knew that my mother's hand could dry the bitter tears.
Warm the cold heart
History is always amazingly similar. The last final, another loss. Looking at the poor report card, I was wooden. In the days that followed, my heart felt like it had been thrown into the freezer of a refrigerator. Once again, my mother tenderly stroked my head and said, "Son, mommy believes in you!" I was left with two lines of hot tears, and that cold heart awakened for it. From then on, I knew that my mother's hand could warm a cold heart.
Zhu Ziqing has his father's back, Hu Shi has his mother's teachings, and me, what do I have? I have my mother's warm hand!
Mother's hand holds mother's love, mother's love accompanies my life.
Part 5: Mom's hand
When you cry, she wipes your tears with her hand, and when you laugh, her hand strokes your head. It is a pair of warm hands, a pair of loving hands, a pair of the most beautiful hands.
When we were just born, our mother's hands held us in her arms, let us suckle her milk, protected us from the slightest aggravation or injury, we were so happy!
When we learn to walk, our mother's hand picks us up when we fall, wipes away our tears, and claps her hands to encourage us to move forward. We are so happy!
Going to school, return home with the labor, mom has long used her hands to cook a good meal, waiting for our return with joy, see us she, full of joy, as if she has forgotten their hard work, that they do everything is worth it, while we are from time to time small fights, temper tantrums, and never satisfied, always think that parents do everything for us are We always think that everything our parents do for us is deserved. Are we still not happy?
We are looking forward to the time when we will be able to grow up and become adults. However, we have long gone our separate ways, busy with our own careers and families. Look at mom's hand, has long become rough, unsightly, wrinkles on the hand to prove the vicissitudes of her years, the age of the traces of her had to stop, and these hands, is not the world's most beautiful hands? The beauty of these hands is not that she nurtured us, for us to do a little bit of small things?
Mother's hands, unique hands, is a pair of warm hands when we grow up!
Part 6: Mom's hand
It was the day before Mother's Day of the previous year, my mother and I had another fight, and the reason for the fight was still my mother's nagging.
Late at night, when I went to the bathroom, I saw a light coming through the crack in the door of the master's room, so I walked over and gently pushed the door open, only to see my mom holding the clothes I had torn in my playtime today, and was repairing them with a needle and thread. This reminds me of what my father said, when my mother had the opportunity to go abroad for piano performance, but she found out she was pregnant, and resolutely gave up her piano career to recuperate.
Looking at my mother's needle and thread, she moved so neatly, as if she were repeating this kind of work every night, and my heart seemed to be pricked by the pain of seeing that her hands, which used to be so rich in musical talent, had become so ordinary, so ordinary that they were just a pair of ordinary women's hands sewing for their children's clothes, and a pair of hands that had become rough after a lot of hard work.
At this point, my tears have unconsciously slipped down, I secretly sobbed, but still was found by mom.
Mom put down the needle and thread and clothes in her hands, came over, with her gentle hand gently wiped away my tears and said, "What's wrong?" I grasped my mom's hand tightly and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, your hand originally belonged to the piano, but you did it for me ......"
"Silly child, for mom, the piano used to be very important, but your s coming gave me more hope and motivation, mom doesn't regret giving up the piano, I prefer to use my hands to take care of you." Mom said fondly.
So I imprinted a kiss on my mom's hand, which was my promise to my mom and my return of mother's love.
Part VII: Mom's hands
The passage of time, in the journey of life moment after moment moments in mind, so that they become eternal, I can taste alone along the way that a warm moment of fame. The mother's hand is old and dry, is that hands all the way along with me, teach me to recognize this complicated world.
My childhood, my mother was the person I was most in awe of. My mother, who could cook, wash and work, and I could do nothing, was amazing! But I would still be afraid of my mother's right hand, whenever I disobeyed, or got into trouble outside, she raised her right hand to make the appearance of hitting me, and I immediately shriveled up, waiting for the hand to fall. When I looked up, I realized that the hand was in the air, like it was fixed there, and as I stared with my eyes wide open, my mother suddenly hesitated, shook her head, and wiped the tear tracks from my face with that hand. It was like something hit me at that moment, and those hands in the air will always be part of my childhood memories, teaching me how to be forgiving!
After a few bitter battles, the game with the children slowly came to an end, wearing the clothes I messed up, back home, in front of my mother was looking at me. "Look at you, playing like this, your clothes are torn." The gentle voice was something I didn't expect. My mother brushed the ash off my face with that warm hand, squatted down, and patted away the mud spots on my pants, and let me take my clothes off, and stood next to my mother, with the light shining on us, and my mother sitting quietly, threading the needle and mending my torn clothes. Watching my mother moved me a little. That moment of peace taught me how to be kind to others!
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Those hands gradually taught me to recognize the world, and I will always remember that one moment, savoring how those hands accompanied me and taught me how to face life.
Part 8: Mom's hands
My mother's hands are so rough, but these hands are integrated into my mother's hope and care for me, I like my mother's hands.
I remember one day last winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind and rain came to my mom and I who were going home. Mom struggled to pedal the electric car, sitting in the back of my teeth have been frozen to fight. This is, my mom got off the car and kindly said to me, "Yangyang, bear with me, we're almost home."
Said mom took off his gloves to me to put on, at once, only feel a stream of warmth surging all over the body, no longer feel the cold. Unconsciously my eyes were blurred by tears, tears like broken beads flowed out. Mom, a few days ago, your hands cracked a lot of small mouth, although you smiled at me and said it's okay, it doesn't hurt. But I know how your hand will not hurt it just you do not want me to worry about, for fear of affecting my studies. Will arrive home, mom kept rubbing her hands, I lowered my head to see my mother's hands, mom's hands were frozen green and purple, I immediately jumped into my mother's arms and let the tears flow one by one, my mother with her almost frozen hands touched me and said: "children do not cry, be strong, you can be good at studying ah, do not let down your mother's hope for you. " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hands still under the lamp knitting sweaters for me; I don't know how many times my mother used her hands to cover me; I don't know how many times I regained my health under my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I overcame all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands ......
I love Mom's warm and strong hands.