Mom's hand 1 mom, every time I see your kind face, serious face, black hair mixed with a few inconspicuous white hairs, I suddenly realize that you are old again.
Growing up, you won't hit me like an angry lion, but you will complain a few words. Now that I'm grown up, I have a lot to say to you. Especially your affectionate hands are full of old wrinkles, so rough. How many times, it was your hand that gave me education, warmth, happiness and a wonderful childhood!
These hands have to do a lot of things, such as sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, washing clothes, washing dishes and cooking ... I sometimes volunteer to help you, but you say, "Hey! Read your book! You don't have to worry about these things, huh? " Mom, I know, you don't want to do so much housework. You want me to do housework, don't you? You are afraid of delaying my studies and would rather suffer more for yourself.
Mom, I will repay you when I grow up!
Mother's hand When I was a child, my mother's slender hand held my little hand tightly.
Now my mother's hands are no longer so slender, because they are covered with cocoon skin. As long as winter comes, my mother's hands will grow frostbite. I feel very distressed when I see it, but my mother always says it doesn't hurt, but I know my mother actually hurts, so in winter we will give her warm gloves to sit on a comfortable sofa, and my father and I will do it and take care of her.
I remember once, my mother had frostbite on her hand. I poured her water in a cup full of hot water. Unexpectedly, I accidentally fell down and boiled water splashed on my mother's hand. My mother's hand suddenly turned red. I cried loudly because I didn't know what happened. When my father heard the cry, he came at once. Seeing my mother's red hands, my father scolded me severely. So I always feel sorry, and I don't even have the courage to say sorry to my mother. Now that I have grown up, I have gradually forgotten some things.
I know that one day, when my mother was joking with me, she suddenly talked about it. After listening, I was silent and then went into the bedroom.
From that moment on, I want to say a word to my mother, that is: "mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." I made your slender hands like this. Sorry, mom. "
My mother has two hands, the most common, hardworking and kind. They teach me to write and read. They are my mother's hands.
These hands have accompanied me for ten years. When I was cold, it gave me warmth, and when I met a problem, it gave me an answer ... but there is one thing I will never forget, and it also made me understand how precious and warm my mother's hand is.
It was a cold winter, flowers and plants withered, and the sun went into the clouds. The whole sky was dark and there was no light. As usual, I braved the cold wind and came home. Although it is warmer at home than outside, there is still a cool feeling. I reluctantly took off my coat and sat on the sofa. "Ha ha ....." A burst of water in my ear. I followed the sound of water to the kitchen and saw my mother hunched over and washing vegetables with icy water. My fingers are red with cold. Suddenly, my mother found me and said, "Come back!" I said "thank you" and hid under the door.
Soon, I found that my mother's hands were blue with cold, and a cautious expression appeared on her face, cutting vegetables. Soon, only one sound of "Oh" was heard, and a shrill scream rang out in my ear. I rushed over and saw my mother's hand split a big hole and bright red blood flowed out. I asked with tears, "Mom, let me help you!" " "Silly boy, you are still young, I'm just an old hand. What are you afraid of? " After that, I saw my mother put some mercurochrome on her mouth, but her face showed a painful expression. At this moment, emotion, pain, disappointment and inferiority flowed from my eyes. ...
It has been many years, but I feel that my mother's hands are so ordinary and hardworking.
Mom's hands are so clever! I can do everything, such as knitting sweaters and mending clothes. . . . . . Mom knows everything, and she doesn't do anything carelessly. Mother's hands are not only diligent and capable, but also very dexterous. Then let me talk about it.
My mother is always the first to get up every morning. After getting up, she cooked breakfast for us. The food cooked by my mother is delicious and fragrant. Every time, we are not allowed to eat with relish and applaud. After breakfast, my mother's hands are busy again. Sweep the floor, clean the table and mop the floor. It takes less than half an hour to build a comfortable and tidy home for you. You see, the table is spotless, without any dust, and the surface is smooth and bright, brand-new as new; The floor is as clean as a mirror. After cleaning up, my mother still won't stop. Some people come to the garden to fertilize, water and pull weeds. . . It's really hard to see the sweat on my mother's face from time to time. Mother is always busy and supper is always late. It's time to eat.
There is one more thing that I will never forget.
It was a winter night, and as usual, I went to bed after dinner. Gradually I closed my eyes and fell asleep. . . . . . Late at night, I woke up and got up for a walk. Suddenly, I saw that the light in my mother's room was still on. Just tiptoe over and open the door carefully, oh! It turns out that my mother is knitting me a sweater! I went over to my mother and said, "Mom, why don't you go to bed?" It's almost 12 o'clock. I will knit a sweater tomorrow. It doesn't matter. I'm in no hurry to wear this sweater now. Just wear it tomorrow. You'd better go and have a rest! " Otherwise it will affect your sleep time. "No, I just need to knit this right arm. I didn't go to bed until I finished knitting. Anyway, I'll let you put on your sweater tomorrow, so you won't feel cold again. " Mother said affectionately that after listening to her words, I was moved to tears. . .
Ah! Mom, you have created happiness and warmth for us with your hands. Mom, here, I want to say to you: "Mom, I love you"!
Mother's Hands Everyone has a pair of hands, some are industrious, some are clever, and some are … But my mother's hands are industrious, clever and warm.
Mother's hands are dexterous and wrinkled, criss-crossing like mountains and rivers. I remember one winter, my mother took time to knit me a sweater so as not to catch a cold. Two days later, when I put on a warm sweater, I felt that my mother's hands were really dexterous!
Mom's hands are hardworking. It is full of calluses, which is a symbol of hard work. I remember one Saturday afternoon, when I came back from school, I saw my mother cleaning. I didn't bother my mother, but went into the quiet study and began to do my homework. When I finished my homework, I saw a clean harbor. At this time, I thought, how hard my mother's hands are!
Mother's hands are very warm, as if wearing a pair of particularly warm gloves. I remember one winter, I was watching TV with relish when I suddenly heard the sound of water. I heard voices and saw my mother's hands red with cold, like a flaming apple. After a while, mother's hands became redder, but the clothes on her red hands were clean. At this moment, I feel how warm my mother's hands are!
Mom's hand is a hand I can't understand. It's gentle and warm. ...
Mother's hand 6 Mother's hand is rough, and several obvious blue veins can be seen on the back of her hand. At first glance, you will think that this is nothing unusual, but these hands keep me warm.
There is a useless clearing in front of my house, which is overgrown with weeds and dry. Mother picked up a shovel and turned the soil up and down. In a short time, these hands turned this small piece of barren land into a vegetable field.
Usually, my mother's hands never rest, and she has been serving the family. Cabbage cooking, pulp washing, sewing, mopping the floor, cleaning the room, all the work at home is covered by it.
Mother's hands are not only diligent, but also dexterous. A piece of cloth, cut by it, becomes a fashionable skirt; A set of old clothes, pieced together, can be replaced with new clothes I like; Several balls of thread he knitted made a beautiful sweater.
One day in autumn, my mother was knitting me a sweater. As time goes by, these needles look so cheerful, and every movement is so skilled and accurate. I'm really watching. I was completely stunned.
Mom's hands are both ordinary and unusual. I like my mother's hardworking hands!
Mother's Hands I have a mother who has a pair of "unique" hands for my use only.
A short brown hair, a round face, big black eyes, a pair of dexterous hands and a short figure, this is my mother. My greatest boast is that my mother's dexterous hands can not only make delicious dishes, but also embroider lifelike paintings.
My mother is good at cooking! Among them, my favorite is the delicious fried rice cake. My mother first cut the rice cake into pieces with a skilled knife. Rice cakes of similar size make me dumbfounded. I envy my mother's dexterous hands very much. Then mother put the rice cake in the pot. After a while, a fragrance came to the nose. "How delicious!" A delicious fried rice cake has been baked and displayed in front of my eyes. Very tempting. Look, my mouth is watering. I couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and have a taste. It's delicious! This taste makes me memorable, I will tell you quietly! In fact, my mother can cook many delicious dishes! ……
My mother's hands are embroidered, too. These embroideries are just like real ones. For example, a mermaid basks in the sun on a stone by the sea, and my mother embroidered this picture vividly. Whenever I pass by, I always say, "Mom! How can there be a mermaid at home? " Later, I took a closer look: "Hey, it was embroidered by my mother! Scared me to death, who told my mother to embroider the mermaid vividly? "
After reading my introduction, now you know why I am most proud of my mother's dexterous hands! Dare you compare with my mother?
Mom's hand. I want to praise mom's hand.
My mother's hands are not beautiful, but she is hardworking and always works so hard. Mom gets up early and goes to bed late every day. Busy cooking, washing clothes, cleaning ... gradually, my mother's hands became rough.
Although mother's hands are rough, they are very dexterous. Mother's sweater is beautiful and warm, and the pattern on it is the same as the real one. Especially the braid my mother tied for me is even more enviable.
Mother's hands are also very gentle. When I first learned roller skating, every time I wrestled, my mother always picked me up in love and gently wiped away my tears with those gentle and powerful hands.
My mother's hands are so solid, hardworking, smart and gentle. It is gentle and supports me.