First of all, I helped my grandmother move the round table, chairs and raw materials needed to make zongzi into the yard. Grandma slowly came out of the room and sat in a chair, ready to make zongzi. I looked at her quietly, only to see that she put two zongzi leaves together, then bent them into a funnel shape with one hand, and then quickly fished out a handful of rice from the water with the other hand and put it into the bent zongzi leaves. There is no more or less rice in zongzi. Then grandma folded the back of the zongzi, pressed the zongzi with her right hand, pulled out a rope with her other hand, wound it around the zongzi, tied the hook, and put it in the steamer in turn. In less than half an hour, all the zongzi were wrapped in a steamer.
It is estimated that grandma cooked the meal. He went out to get something to eat, but she was still busy on the stove with one hand, as if the other hand didn't exist. He was a little strange, so he turned to look. He was shocked when he saw this scene. Grandma's left hand is wrapped in a piece of cloth torn from old clothes. Her wrist is empty and the silver bracelet is missing.
That year, I was about the same age as this girl. I am fond of playing, playing on the beach. One of them accidentally fell on the sand, and so did my grandfather. He rushed forward, took my hand and picked me up. At that time, I just lamented how grandpa's thin hands could be so powerful. Today, when I think about it, I know that grandpa's hand has become so powerful because of affection and love. It's a pity that people will die all their lives. God gave me such a good grandfather, but he was destined to take him away. The footsteps of time took away my grandfather's life. Before he died, he held my hand and told me that he must study hard, fulfill his unfinished wish and return to Beijing to live.
Grandpa is over 60 years old. After retirement, he began to write every night. He wants to write quietly and splash ink, but he can't freely, because his 74-year-old grandfather will unconsciously tremble when he writes or eats. Every time he writes, he grabs the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and makes his hand tremble slightly. In this way, grandpa insisted on writing hard every day and worked hard all his life.
6. The rings of time have mercilessly carved lines on grandma's hands and face. Every time she talks to grandma, the lines around her mouth sink deeper. Old cheek always loves to touch my face and put me on her slender legs. Rough hands hold my tender little hands, whispering and laughing, telling the life story of my grandfather and me. Come to Hong, go to Yan, and keep company with birds and insects. Gradually, after school every day, holding grandma's hand, strolling along the country road opened by gardenia, listening to grandma's stories over and over again, seems to never get tired of listening. Under the care of my grandmother, with this faint feeling, my dry heart was nourished and grew slowly in the season when gardenia bloomed.
7. When I was a child, I felt that grandpa's hands were always so strong and smooth. When doing good deeds, I also touch my head in nightclubs and smile. I always slip away from my grandfather like a loach. At that time, I thought grandpa's hand could do anything. Because grandpa always met my needs at that time. At that time, I was still very young and ignorant, always thinking about this and that; Seeing other children eating snacks, I asked my grandfather for money. Grandpa used his strong hand to find five or six dollars from my pocket. Grandpa can always help me up with one hand when I fall. I will lie in grandpa's arms crying.
8. I remember one time, my little scissors broke and the two handles were separated. My mother and I racked our brains and couldn't think of any good way. At this time, I had no choice but to ask my grandfather for help. Grandpa agreed without hesitation, but he picked up a hammer and a long and thick board, and then fixed the board in a position for me to hold down. Grandpa put the scissors on the blackboard again. He crossed them. Then he swung the hammer in his right hand, carefully smashed it at the intersection of the scissors, and held the handle half the size of a fist in his left hand for three or two times, and easily repaired the scissors.
9. Grandpa's hands are very clever. According to my father, grandpa is a skillful craftsman in the shipyard. Although he didn't read many books, he was regarded as an expert in shipbuilding by the shipyard because of his diligent study, and he was rated as a model worker every year. At grandpa's house, my father told me that many furniture such as tables, stools and wardrobes were made by grandpa himself. Hard-working grandfather never spends a penny indiscriminately, and the money given by his father is also frugal.
10, two hands and ten fingers, is the key to a lifetime of ingenuity, which is related to the rise and fall of a hundred years old. This is the first thing a woman does. Why did you leave it? Whoever has tender hands, smart fingertips, rich arms and thick wrists will enjoy the glory surrounded by pearls, that is, as far as what he needs now. Hands swing strings, making knuckles countless, and several types of bows must be connected; Hand-cranked flute, like its bustling arm, is almost the same as cutting bamboo; It is also a big loss to wrap a pillow and a blanket, watch the excitement, hold a glass of wine and save the eyebrows of the recipient.
1 1. Grandpa used to be the platoon leader of Nanchang Grain Bureau. One day, they transported the grain to the designated place. He was smoking while walking when he suddenly found an enemy in front. Grandpa immediately climbed the tree to observe the enemy's movements. He was accidentally pierced by an enemy bullet and fell from the tree. At that time, the team members were shaken and prepared to abandon the grain and escape, but grandpa resolutely disagreed and began to deal with the enemy, escaped smoothly and completed the task with honor. From then on, grandpa left a scar on the back of his hand. When he is free, he always looks at the back of his hand and smokes. The chimney accompanied him until liberation.
12, it's time to see how grandma is doing. I saw the old woman unhurriedly put on leather gloves, grabbed a small tree full of thorns in one hand and waved a grass knife in the other, and cleaned up such a small tree full of thorns in two or three strokes. Looking at grandma's hard work, I couldn't help but pick up a drawing knife and learn to do it like grandma.
13, more and more people are watching, full of praise. At this moment, a young man in a suit and tie came out. He casually dropped 300 yuan with a work in his hand, which read,' People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and in the dead of night, he is long gone. Suddenly, grandpa picked up the money and ran to the youth. Grandpa hugged him tightly and insisted on returning the money to the youth. The young man scolded, and the ungrateful old guy let go. Grandpa didn't let go of the hand holding the sleeve of the youth, but bent down and took a pair of works to give to the youth. Young people have no choice but to know that they are wrong and don't respect the fruits of old people's labor. He left despondently, and the old man maintained his dignity.
14, grandma moved a bench into the house, put it under the gourd rack and stepped on it with her feet. With one hand on the bench, she stood up carefully. She raised her head and held out her hand, holding the gourd in her left hand, and tugging at it with her right hand, the big gourd fell into grandma's hand, and grandma gave it to me. I ran out with a gourd and made a small flagon reed.
15. Later, when I went to primary school, I suddenly felt that I had become a child only loved by my parents, and I rarely had a chance to see my grandfather. But every time I see him, he touches my head with his hand and says the same sentence,' Qiqi, my hair is too long, it needs to be cut'. Inadvertently, I found grandpa's hands wrinkled a lot. Those strong, wide and round hands in my impression became more and more blurred.
16, I always hold it curiously for fear that it will run away. When playing in vegetable fields, I occasionally see grandpa working in the fields. Whenever this happens, I always jump over and ask my grandfather to play with me. Grandpa always puts down his work and warmly hugs me with his big hand. He held me in his arms and began to tell stories, usually myths or stories that scared me. For example, according to legend, in the mountains, there is a black wind monster. If any child is disobedient, Black Wind Johnson will take him away ... Whenever he comes here, Grandpa always laughs.
17, grandpa's hand is very strong. When grandpa was young, every household had no running water. Every morning, the water in the well should be pumped into the bucket by the pressurized water machine, and then the water should be poured into the water tank to fill it with water. In addition, grandpa carries two buckets of water to the vegetable field every day to water the vegetables; In my spare time, I will go up the mountain to cut wood. After I collect firewood, I will drag it home by hand. Maybe it's too much work, and grandpa's strength is getting stronger and stronger. Now grandpa is old, but he can still hold me high. Grandpa's hands are ordinary in appearance, but they are hardworking, clever and powerful. In the future, I will use my hands to build our home better, just like my grandfather.
18, grandma's most unfortunate thing is that she has liver cancer. However, grandma's liver cancer brought the whole family together. A family that doesn't get together often, because of taking care of grandma, everyone puts down their work and takes care of grandma wholeheartedly. But liver cancer makes grandma's hands and feet swollen and her blood circulation is not good. She often has cold hands and feet and can't walk by herself. Aunt will help grandma massage, and my sisters and I will be together. Grandma will laugh happily, and we will be very happy. Moreover, liver cancer also gives grandma a bad appetite. If she can't eat, she will vomit after a few bites. Even so, we will try our best to feed her bite by bite, hoping that she will eat more and not be undernourished.
19, for us children, my sister and I should be the most disadvantaged, because my sister and I can't eat fish. Grandpa used to catch more fish when he was good at it, but now he is not good at it and he doesn't eat much fish (my sister doesn't like fish). To tell the truth, I'm not satisfied with grandpa's hand either, but I can't help it.
20. Grandma's hands lifted me up. Although in the eyes of others, my grandmother's hands are ordinary, in my eyes, my grandmother's hands are extraordinary. My grandmother's hands are the most beautiful in my heart!
2 1. Grandma has grown up, and life is more bitter. She often weaves for the landlord's house in the snowy winter. Sometimes if she can't see clearly in the room, she will sit at the gate and knit a sweater. She knits and knits from morning till night. If your hands are cold, warm them in your pocket for a while. Keep knitting, my hands are red and swollen with cold and cracked. Grandma often sweeps the saline soil and cooks it into salt powder after clarification. Every time she cooked it in the middle of the night and took it to the market the next day. Grandma relies on these hard-working hands to maintain the life of the whole family.
I remember what happened in the first grade of primary school. One day when I came home from school, my grandmother and I walked and danced hand in hand on the road in our community. Suddenly, I saw the bag in the hand of the grandfather who walked not far in front of us was broken, and things were scattered all over the floor. I struggled to pick it up. At that time, I saw that I immediately shook off my grandmother's hand and flew over to help my grandfather pick up things. Later, grandma also came to help grandpa pick it up.
23. In the car, because it was crowded, I sat on grandpa's lap. My hands are cold at the moment. Grandpa saw me rubbing my hands all the time, so he took my hand and rubbed it until it was hot! Because grandpa's hands are very hot!
24. At noon, I made pumpkin pie with my grandma. I saw grandma gently grab a little dough, skillfully round it, and then point a hole with her forefinger and middle finger. Then grandma held the dough in one hand and skillfully pinched the skin in the other. Then she dug a spoonful of bean paste with a spoon and quickly glued the skin together to form a sphere. Then she pinched off the remaining C and put her hands together. I also learned to do it, but it was too big or too small. After grandma taught me many times, I finally learned to make pumpkin pie.
25, so I remembered that hand, that hand hanging in front of the hospital bed, that hand covered with purple pinholes, that was grandpa's hand. There are so many things about grandpa that I can't remember them clearly. I only remember that hand. At that time, the owner of the hand was dying and needed infusion every day. Nurses always look impatient when they come for injections. Although the injection is accurate, it is even more unique. Thin grandpa gets a fright every time he pricks a needle. Finally grandpa dumped the nurse and left. I didn't cry that time. A hand exposed in front of the bed was covered with pinholes. I can't believe this is grandpa's old but powerful hand. When my mother cried and told me, I shook my head desperately. I couldn't believe it. Are those really grandpa's hands that buy me candied haws and often go shopping behind my back and wash my face?
26. Grandpa's flashlight living in the countryside became his eyes. He likes his flashlight. When I grow up, I must invent a magic flashlight for grandpa, because grandpa is getting older and older, and there will be videos of his children and grandchildren there. As long as I think of someone, I can call him by his first name. Then grandpa won't be lonely 1
27. Rough and thin hands are covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, which are blue and purple. The weather-beaten face is criss-crossed with wrinkles, bearing in mind the hardships of the past 70 years. But she was still in high spirits and flushed.
28. Now grown up, grandma's hand is indispensable. It's just that my grandmother's hands are rough The skin on the back of the hand is wrinkled and the veins stand out, but grandma's hands are still warm.
29. On the way home, my grandmother always moved the umbrella to my side and wrapped my little hand with her own hands. My grandmother's hands are big and thick, perhaps because of overwork. The cocoons on her hands are also thick, but they are also warm. I grew up healthily and happily with grandma's love.
When I was a child, I remember my grandmother's hands were warm, rough and big, like a maple leaf. When I was a child, my grandmother used these weather-beaten hands to fan me and feed me. My thick hand falls on my tender shoulder, which is very warm. Grandma's hand was always indispensable when I was a child.
Yesterday, I took grandma's hand and went shopping with her. On the way, I found that grandma's hands were so rough, dull and covered with skin, which made my heart ache! I stole a look at grandma's scarred hands. I cried quietly. Grandma around me seems to be much older, but in my eyes, grandma has become greater. She was desperate for everyone, and she didn't say anything about her hand injury and cold. She only has us in her heart. No matter how rough and scarred grandma's hands are, I believe grandma's hands will always be the most beautiful in everyone's eyes! The most industrious hand
Besides reading extracurricular books, I also like small productions. On the one hand, you can exercise your independent hands-on ability and practice your own handwork. On the other hand, I can learn some interesting scientific principles from the process of small-scale production. One day, the power went out suddenly. Grandpa lit a lot of candles for lighting at home. Grandma was anxious to go downstairs to buy things, but she couldn't find a flashlight. The stairs are dark, so she can't go downstairs with a candle. Grandma was so anxious that she blamed grandpa for collecting things indiscriminately, but she couldn't find them when she needed them. I remembered that I made a simple flashlight and rushed into the room. I made a simple small flashlight with the fastest speed. Grandma took it and bought something, praising me for being smart.
Grandma has warm hands. I heard my mother say that I cried when I was born, so my grandmother picked me up with both hands and I stopped crying in her arms. Until now, I still like to sleep with my grandmother, because her rough and warm hands caressed me, which made me quickly fall into a sweet dream.
He gave the ham to his cold and hungry grandfather. Grandpa gave Ivan a hand mill. And tell him what he wants, as long as the opponent says it, he can do it, and teach him how to let his hands grind and how to stop. Grandpa said that and disappeared.
35. These hands are simply crooked grape branches, like scarred old roots. You see, the veins on the back of the hand are bursting, the joints are thick, and the lines on the palm are like knives.
36. I hurried home and rummaged through two beautiful stationery and a small fish warm handbag. I remember grandma once said that she was afraid of cold in winter and her hands and feet were cold. If I give her a warm handbag, her hands and feet will not be cold.
37. Grandpa's hands are hardworking. Grandpa's fingers are long and fat, with pink nails embedded. Palm and palm flesh bulge out and feel soft, like a sponge. Grandpa's hands are hardworking, smart and powerful.
38. Grandparents' hands are tightly clasped together, and Grandma leans her head on Grandpa's shoulder. The back is slanted on the road. They sometimes whisper something. Sometimes, two people will smile faintly together. Grandpa's sneakers are untied, because they are a little fat and can't squat down. I want to run up and help grandpa tie his shoelaces. Grandma squatted down, carefully tied one knot and two knots for grandpa with trembling hands, which tied their hearts. Grandma took grandpa's hand and stood up, and the two men smiled at each other in the sunset.
39. My grandmother's hand is the ugliest hand I have ever seen. Her veins are bare, her skin is reddish brown, full of wrinkles, her joints are prominent and her fingers are short.
40. Grandma learned that she tried every means not to let me eat fried food, so she could only eat light food. However, in spite of this, I still can't eat anything, and grandma is anxious to lose weight. Finally, I thought of a way to let me eat pomegranate. Grandma peeled pomegranate seeds one by one in a bowl for me to eat. Seeing her rough hands, I was moved to tears, thinking that grandma had paid so much for me! From a pair of white hands to rough hands! In this way, after eating pomegranate seeds for a few days, my appetite has improved and I can eat several bowls!
4 1, I started to do my homework, and found that my handwriting was not good, but my grandfather's handwriting was very high. I think grandpa is in poor health and his hands have no influence! But I never imagined that my hand was cut when grandpa picked me up. I gave him what I made by hand, and grandpa forbeared and instructed me to finish it.
42. Grandpa's figure is still so tall, while grandma is hunched, and Grandpa is holding a big cotton-padded coat in his hand. They walked slowly step by step. Maybe the wind is a little stronger at this time. Grandpa spread out the cotton-padded coat on his hand, cut it open, and then put it on grandma slowly and gently. At this time, the hat behind the cotton-padded clothes turned into cotton-padded clothes, and they stopped. Grandpa turned his hat back gently, and then closed the cotton-padded coat in the middle. Wearing cotton-padded clothes, the two old people walked slowly forward again. The difference is; Grandpa's hand is holding grandma's hand.
43. After a pause, grandma tore off two large pieces of red noodles. Strangely, the red face turned into two legs in her hand, with black boots at both ends, a clip on the stick and a tiger waist skirt. They are colorful and beautiful. Grandma did the same thing again, making a monkey's chest and arms. One monkey put his white hand on his forehead, as if to see if there was a monster in front, and the other hand turned to his back and caught the golden hoop. Grandma studied for a while, as if thinking of something, and pinched a yellow scarf and tied it around the Monkey King's neck. At this point, a lifelike face-to-face the Monkey King was born-in grandma's rough, generous and dexterous hands.
44. Mom and grandma package jiaozi together. Mother is responsible for rolling the dumpling skin with a rolling pin. I saw my mother holding a rolling pin in her right hand, and her left hand first grabbed the flour and sprinkled it on the chopping board, then picked up the freshly cut dough and stuck the flour on the front and back. When rolling small dough with a rolling pin, you must roll it with one hand and turn the dumpling skin with the other. Mom rolled out a good one and grandma wrapped one. Mom rolled out all the dough and helped grandma wrap jiaozi.
Grandpa's hands were rough, but he was dexterous at that time. Grandpa can plant small seeds in the soil quickly when he grows vegetables. In spring, grandpa whistled for me with willow branches; In summer, grandpa weaves small hats for my brother and me with branches. During the harvest season, grandpa skillfully broke corn with his hands and picked up small chestnuts ... Looking at the harvested food, grandpa always showed a bumper smile on his face, as if his daily fatigue had been swept away; In the cold winter, grandpa didn't forget to make us a small ice car out of wood. Sometimes, grandpa will make us some wooden toys.
46. The whole room was full of joy. The orphan grandmother couldn't help dancing beautifully, holding a delicate flower in her left hand and turning around. Pull a tender grass with your right hand and turn again; This atmosphere inspired every friend here to dance joyful songs tacitly, including birthdays (birthdays can't help floating out, holding grandma's hand and dancing with everyone). When everyone was dancing passionately and grandma was dancing selflessly, her birthday quietly left. She left in tears. She left reluctantly. She left happily. This happiness is for the lonely grandmother who is no longer lonely.
47. After years of hard work, these hands are as rough as old pine bark, the back of their hands has cracked a series of holes, and the palms have also worn thick cocoons.
48. The epidermis on the back of the hand sticks to the dry bone like a burnt one, like a dried fish fillet.
49. This arm is so small that ten fingers are like a pile of withered bamboo skills, which seems to break when folded.
After years of heavy housework, her hands have lost their youthful elasticity. It's black and blue here, purple there and cracked everywhere!