Mom's hands
Mom's hands are rough. When I was a child, I always liked to drag my children around, and I would either turn myself into a "kitten" or a "rag king". I didn't dare to go home for fear that my mom would scold me. In the end, my mom would always find me in the hallway, and when she saw my clothes, she would say, "You." Mom's tone was one of hatred (sick sentence, right: Mom exudes the helplessness of hatred). I was saddened to hear it and determined to change, but I changed back in a few days. Mom always followed me to do the laundry, originally, slender hands gradually turned into calloused hands. I am ashamed and sad.
Mom's hand is the world of acne. I remember a period of time, I especially love to eat fried shrimp, I cried every day to eat my mom's fried shrimp, mom had no choice but to fry me to eat. I always saw many small pimples on my mom's hands, and I didn't know it was because my mom accidentally splashed hot oil on her hands when she was trying to eat it for me, and she bit her lip when she felt the pain. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest child in the world. I always said to my classmates, "My mom is the best in the world!" Mom smiled at me when she heard that. Mom's hands were dexterous. Often, when my clothes were either torn into holes or ripped into strips, my mom would always say wryly, "Oops, Kexin is always on the battlefield!" Whenever I heard this, I would always smile in embarrassment. Then, I would let my mom mend the clothes. I always like to see my mom sitting on a cane chair where the golden sun can shine, her hands flying up and down like butterflies, beautiful. In a short while, the dress was mended, and it was exactly the same as the original.
This is my mother's hands, although rough, but not lose flexibility, these hands are full of love, accompanied me through every day, you envy me have such a good mother?
Comment: This article is written from three aspects of mom's hand, it is rough, it is the world of pimples, it is dexterous. It can be seen that the young author is a very careful child. The words speak of the love of the mom for herself.
This is a narrative essay to "mother's hands" as a clue to select and organize the material. From three aspects of the mother's hands: rough hands, is the world of pimples, dexterous hands. Through careful observation, the author writes about her mother's unique hands in an organized way. Between the lines flow is the love of mom.
2. Write mother a certain place in the essay to be before and after the 600 wordsAbout mother About tears
From the age of six years old, my mother followed my father to live in the city because of economic conditions do not allow. Can only put us siblings are foster in the grandparents home, usually in addition to the annual festival rarely can go back to see us. Such a life has lasted for two years. In the summer when I was eight years old, my siblings and I arrived at our destination after a two-hour bumpy ride on a mountain road. The moment we got out of the car, my mother looked at us and said nothing for a long time, her eyes were red but she tried to hold back the tears. When she turned her back on us, her shoulders kept shaking, and the sobbing that was deliberately suppressed was still so clear ......
The pain was so great that I cried out at the top of my lungs, and the sky was dark. Because the blood blisters are long in the buttocks so can not sit or lie down to sleep, the night my mother always held me sitting on a chair and rocked me to sleep, and so late at night to put me asleep on the bed, she can go to sleep. That night, my mother had just carried me back to bed, and before I could lie down, I was awakened by the pain, and then my cries tore through the quiet of the night. My mother held me in her arms and rocked me while comforting me with a sobbing voice, and that night I cried in my mother's arms waiting for the dawn to come. And my mother comforted me with tears of pain until dawn.
From the age of six, my mother followed my father to the city to live, because the economic conditions do not allow. Can only put our siblings are foster in the grandparents home, usually in addition to the annual holiday rarely go back to see us. Such a life has lasted for two years. In the summer when I was eight years old, my siblings and I arrived at our destination after a two-hour bumpy ride on a mountain road. The moment we got out of the car, my mother looked at us and said nothing for a long time, her eyes were red but she tried to hold back the tears. When she turned her back on us, her shoulders kept shaking, and the sobbing that was deliberately suppressed was still so clear.
One night, a year after we moved to the city, a late-night phone call shattered the peace we had just begun to enjoy. Biting the corner of her lip, my mother said to us, "Dad and my brother had an accident on the way back, and are still in the hospital." Every word of the sentence was biting so hard that it hit us hard in our hearts. At the door of the hospital's operating room, my mother held my sister and my elder brother held me in a chair. Silence spread over us, painting a black scene of fear and unease. My sister and I fell into their arms and cried ourselves hoarse. My mother held our hands calmly and said, "Be good, don't cry, dad and brother will be fine!" When the doctor came out of the operating room to say that "the patient is temporarily out of danger," when the mother kneeled on the ground and hugged us three siblings sobbing, hot tears fell on my neck and burned my skin.
"Dream of Red Mansions" has Lin Daiyu with a lifetime of tears to return the grace of the watering of Yingchao in his previous life, and what do we use to return to our mother's tears for our family?
3. Essay: My mom is really specialMy mom The greatest love in the world is the love that comes from a mother's love.
A mother's heart is pure, supreme every mother, there is a flesh of the most devout love. Hidden a sincere love.
My mother has a pair of eyes, a head of black hair mixed with a few silver hair, that may be the witness of her laborious life. Other moms are very concerned about their children, and my mom is no exception.
I remember that it was a winter day in the afternoon when I came home from school, it was raining heavily, I went up the stairs, I always feel heavy-headed, and once I arrived home, I fell on the bed. In the evening, a day of hard work, mom came back from work, see me lying in bed, touch my hot forehead, look at my painful look, and look out the window of the rain, without saying a word, put on a raincoat back to the hospital on my back.
Along the way, the wind screamed and roared more, the rain fell more heavily, the wind and rain relentlessly attacked us. When we got to the hospital, my mom gave me a number, the doctor gave me an injection, and I fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up, I found my mom sitting by the bed. Seeing me awake, my mom's mouth finally broke into a smile, and I looked at my mom's wet clothes and hair and nodded, too excited to speak.
Mom is like a hard-working gardener, tirelessly nurturing me. Mom for *** heart for my hard work, constantly encouraging me, just hope that one day, I can become the ordinary in the ordinary people.
In short, my mom's heart and soul for me and the love she paid for me are hard to measure. I want to study hard and honor my mother.
My mom has a head of black shiny short hair, she has a long willow leaf eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a not too small mouth, high nose bridge above a pair of glasses. Mom is not only dedicated to her work, but also particularly concerned about my studies, life and other aspects.
Usually I live in my grandmother's house, and I can only see my mom on Saturdays and Sundays. Every Sunday after I finished writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mom always read it carefully and concentrate on revising the sentences with me.
After correcting the composition, my mom found some similar compositions for me, and while reading them, she explained to me which parts of the composition were worth learning, and then combined them with my composition, which parts were well written and which parts were not well written. I'm not only concerned about my studies, but also about my life in terms of special care.
I remember one day, the sky was fluttering with goose feather snow, in a short while, the whole city turned into a sea of snow, snow paradise, snow world. That day, my milk teeth have not fallen, permanent teeth but grew out, my mother had to take me to pull out the milk teeth, I was afraid of pain, I do not want to go, but also with my mother argued for a long time, my mother finally pulled me hard to go to the hospital.
Along the way, I have not been talking to my mom, but also take a snowball hit mom. I think: Mom is really insensitive, so cold days why have to let me come out to pull teeth? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me anesthesia, and pulled out my milk teeth, and I didn't feel any pain. Later, I realized that my mother's hard work.
Mom said: "Remove the movable milk teeth, permanent teeth will grow neatly, if you do not remove the movable milk teeth, the new permanent teeth will be crooked, come back to a smile will not look good! I was able to get all my baby teeth in the middle of the row below me extracted, so my permanent teeth grew in neatly, and I was able to smile without any constraints, which made me very happy.
4. help me find the essay of writing bad places of mother's compositionI have a few here is not suitable for the speech 1. my mother my mother has a head of black shiny short hair, she has a willow leaf eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a not too big and not too small mouth, high bridge of the nose above the frame with a pair of glasses.
Mom is not only dedicated to her work, but also particularly concerned about my studies, life and other aspects. In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood.
I saw a busy figure, that is, my mother is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is, my mother is knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a happy figure, that is, my mother is happy for my learning progress. Usually I live in my grandmother's house, and I can only see my mother on Saturdays and Sundays.
Every Sunday after I finished writing the essay assigned by the teacher, my mother always read it carefully and concentrated on revising the sentences with me. After correcting the composition, my mom gave me some similar compositions, while reading and explaining to me, which parts of this composition are worth learning, and then combined with my composition, which parts are well written, which parts are not well written.
Mom is not only concerned about my studies, but also about my life. I remember one day, the sky was fluttering with goose feather snow, in a short while, the whole city turned into a sea of snow, snow paradise, snow world.
That day, my milk teeth have not fallen out, but the permanent teeth have grown out, my mother had to take me to pull out milk teeth, I was afraid of pain, I do not want to go, but also with my mother argued for a long time, my mother finally pulled me hard to the hospital. Along the way, I have not been talking to my mom, but also take a snowball to hit my mom.
I thought to myself: "Mom is so insensitive, why do you want me to come out and pull out my tooth in this cold weather? If I don't pull it out, it will fall out by itself.
Later, I realized my mother's hard work. Mom said, "Remove the movable milk teeth, the permanent teeth will grow neatly, if you do not remove the movable milk teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and come back to smile will not look good!" I was able to get all my baby teeth in the middle of the row below me extracted, so my permanent teeth grew in neatly, and I was able to smile without any constraints, which made me very happy.
Mother, how to let the world's children admire the word; mother's love, how like nursing our growth of the quiet harbor. Mother's love is pure; mother's love is selfless; mother's love is great; mother's love is only know how to give and do not ask for return.
Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter furnace, to you in the winter to create a warm heart of the sun. My mother gave me love really, simple, harsh, and sometimes a little poetic.
2. My momMy mom works as a doctor in a hospital. She is a tall person with short black hair.
Under the curved eyebrows there is a pair of shining eyes. A pair of eyeglasses hangs from her high nose.
My mom loves to help others, and as soon as she answers the phone, she goes out to see the patient and starts her work. Do you know why my mom likes to help others? Let me tell you! Originally, my grandpa and grandma have patients, patients are in need of people's help, so my mom as soon as she received a call from a patient, immediately find a car to the scene, do not miss a minute a wonderful, if some patients lose their temper, but my mom is still patiently explaining the treatment.
This is a very hard work Oh. However, due to the efforts of the mother, the patients looking for her more and more! I also learned from my mother's behavior to be a moral person, starting from small things, to help others.
Mom can love me! I remember I was five years old when I had a fever, in the hospital for more than ten days, my mother always helped me to play meals, feed me water. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few hours.
She also often touched my head and said with concern: "Yue Yue, you are a strong child, you have to hold on." She also told me stories and played chess with me to distract me and ease my pain.
Whenever this happens I always shed a line of hot tears. My mom is very hardworking.
Every day before dawn, she gets up and cooks breakfast for my dad and me. She does almost all the housework.
In addition to going to work, you can see her busy body. She is not only hardworking, but also cares a lot about my studies.
She often helps me check my homework and patiently explains to me when I make mistakes. There is no learning tools when she always try to help me find, I remember once I said to my mom: "I need a red pen to correct homework, can you help me find a?" My mom immediately agreed, and soon did bring me a red pen.
I feel so happy to be my mom's daughter!3. I love my mom. Because it was you who brought me to this beautiful world.
You are the "angel" who gave me warmth when I was sick.
You are the "clown" who gave me laughter when I was unhappy.
It is you, when I want to do bad things, has been to persuade me, let me go to the right path of the "guiding man". It's you ...... I remember one time I had a high fever at 3am in the morning.
The high fever made me sleep up and down, and you were nervous and disorganized. You ignored the gusty wind outside, put on only a fur coat, rushed out the door, and hurriedly ran toward the twenty-four hour clinic.
Buy me fever-reducing paste and fever-reducing medicine. Then quickly ran back, afraid that I burned even more.
Back home, you gently help me put on the fever-reducing stickers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
At that time, I was still obsessed, half-asleep, half-awake, said: "I do not take medicine, I want to sleep! You're so annoying!" Mom was not angry, said bitterly: "eat down, eat and then go to sleep, okay" I impatiently replied: "Okay!" Then, I obediently took the medicine. After my mother's careful care, my illness soon got better.
I love my mom. Mom's selfless love for me, I can never forget.
I must live up to my mother's expectations, study hard, and in the future to repay your deep gratitude.4. Today, my mother is Mother's Day, let me say my mother, she is a medium-sized, not fat, not thin, high nose, I like to see my mother smile, because often with a smile on her face, and when she smiles, there is a small dimple, good-looking.
My mom, a little grumpy, but very sincere to people, from not for a little trifle catty. In order to experience the mother usually at home "life", I decided to follow my mother early to go to the market to buy food, shopping a little bit of the market, I found my mother and others to buy food bargaining.
5. 600-word essay on the topic of 'Finding Mom's Most Beautiful Place'The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. I'm not sure how much I've learned from this poem, but I'm sure I've learned a lot from this poem. Whenever I think of this poem I think of my favorite mom.
I remember, when I was a child, my mom fed us, fed us, bought us toys, told us stories about her past, and gave us a happy and warm home. At that time, we did not understand anything, watching the wrinkles on the mother's face gradually increased, watching the calluses on the palm of the mother's hand is getting thicker and thicker, looking at the mother every day in front of our eyes flashed over the back, I was surprisingly so ignorant.
After growing up, ask yourself, think about how you came to this world, how to grow so big. It is not so easy to forget your parents who gave birth to you!
I remember when I was born, my mother gave me that meaningful smile; I remember my first birthday, my mother showed that kind expression; I remember my mother to see me play with that happy smile; I remember the first grade, the first time I got a little red flower to show my mother, showed that delightful smile; I remember my mother to give me the taste of peeling apples to eat; I remember my mother to see me get good grades that proud of the smile; I remember. ......
Mom raised us, for us to do breakfast, peeling apples; for us to tutor homework, storytelling ...... back to the mother to give everything is so wonderful. Every mom should be given a medal for "selfless dedication". Is not it so? From the mom's weathered face, reflecting the vicissitudes of the years.
Behind everyone there is a silent support for your mom. Some moms are waiting for their children to come home, while others have long lived in the hearts of their children. Regardless of the former latter, all moms are the same, is worth everyone's heart to thank people. Thank you mom for everything, I think as long as it is given by mom, all are the most beautiful!
Thank you mom, I - love - you!!!!
6. my mom essay, what special a little material"The world is only good mother, no mother's child like a grass." Whenever I hear this beautiful song, I well up with a beautiful feeling.
I have a good mother! Her big eyes, like a pair of "black jewels" high nose below a pair of small and delicate mouth. This is my mom. She is very plain at all times, but she dresses me up like a "little princess".
My mom not only likes to decorate me, but also loves me. I was a little girl with a nosebleed. I remember one day, I was in school, suddenly my nose blood out, the teacher saw my nose constantly flowing out of the red blood, and quickly called my mom, my mom immediately put down the hands of the matter to the school. When my mom saw that blood was coming out of my nose and my body was red, her tears came out at once. She flew to my side, thanked the teacher and then hurriedly put the cotton ball she had brought with her to block my nose. Mom held me in her arms and then took another cab home. In the car I noticed a wisp of gray hair by my mom's ear and thought, "Mom, you've worked hard. From time to time I let you worry, let you heartache, I can not help but say: "Mom, you hard work!"
"The world is only as good as the mother, there is a mother's child like a piece of treasure." Whenever I hear this beautiful song, my heart surged waves of feelings: mom, you are so good!
7. Mom's what essay 400 wordsMom's words, is a fragrance in the garden, guiding me to the world of truth, goodness and beauty; Mom's words, is a meter of sunlight in the morning sun, illuminating the direction of my journey; Mom's words, more imagined as a hard-working gardener, patiently and carefully nurtured as if the buds of the flowers of the me.
Mom's words are a sound of "nagging". Every afternoon when I got home, my mother opened the "nagging mode": "quickly wash your hands and eat apples, eat apples and do your homework, mom give you to do delicious ......" and I am always distracted! I always absentmindedly listen, after a while, the ear came a "mom gave you a cup of milk, come over to drink it while it is hot," and I look very impatient look.
Mom's words are to encourage me to move forward. I remember a test, I only 68 points in math, the class was the last, my mother did not like some of my friends around the mother as scolding the child, but patience and gentle to me, said: "continue to work hard, do not give up, and strive for next time to get a good grade!" I listened to my mom's words, my heart is sour, determined to work hard!
Mom's words are a melodious flute, in my lonely and helpless time ringing. Mom's words are full of love sunshine, shine into my heart, even in the cold winter months, I feel or a little warmth. Dear mom, I want to say "I love you" to you!
8. How to write an essay on momMy mom has a head of short black hair, she has a willow leaf eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a mouth that is not too big and not too small, and a pair of glasses on the top of her high nose. Mom is not only dedicated to her work, but also particularly concerned about my studies, life and other aspects. In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is, my mother is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is, my mother is knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a happy figure, that is, my mother is happy for my learning progress.
Usually I live in my grandmother's house, and I can only see my mother on Saturdays and Sundays. Every Sunday after I finished writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always read it carefully and concentrate on revising the sentences with me. After correcting the essay, my mom would find some similar essays for me, and explain to me while reading them, which parts of the essay are worth learning from, and then combine them with my essay, which parts of it are well-written, and which parts of it are not well-written. Mom not only cares about my studies, but also pays special attention to the aspects of my life.
9. how to write a mother's essay how to write a mother's essayThe greatest love in the world is the love that comes from a mother's love.
A mother's heart is pure, supreme every mother, there is a flesh of the most devout love. Hidden a sincere love.
My mother has a pair of eyes, a head of black hair mixed with a few silver hair, that may be the witness of her laborious life. Other moms are very concerned about their children, and my mom is no exception.
I remember that it was a winter day in the afternoon when I came home from school, it was raining heavily, I went up the stairs, I always feel heavy-headed, and once I arrived home, I fell on the bed. In the evening, a day of hard work, mom came back from work, see me lying in bed, touch my hot forehead, look at my painful look, and look out the window of the rain, without saying a word, put on a raincoat back to the hospital on my back.
Along the way, the wind screamed and roared more, the rain fell more heavily, the wind and rain relentlessly attacked us. When we got to the hospital, my mom gave me a number, the doctor gave me an injection, and I fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up, I found my mom sitting by the bed. Seeing me awake, my mom's mouth finally broke into a smile, and I looked at my mom's wet clothes and hair and nodded, too excited to speak.
Mom is like a hard-working gardener, tirelessly nurturing me. Mom for *** heart for my hard work, constantly encouraging me, just hope that one day, I can become the ordinary in the ordinary people.
In short, my mother's heart and soul for me, and the love she has paid for me is difficult to measure. I want to study hard and honor my mother.