Mom's hands 1 Everyone has two hands, industrious hands, lazy hands, clumsy hands and dexterous hands, but I like mom's gentle and dexterous hands.
My mother's hand is like a spring breeze, blowing through my heart. No matter how wronged I am and how difficult I encounter, when such a gentle spring breeze blows, my heart will be full of warmth and everything will become calm.
My mother's hands are sometimes like rice cookers. Every time I come home from school, I immediately smell a delicious meal, which is irresistible. Only by eating such a meal can I feel my mother's love and care for me bit by bit.
My mother's hand is like a high-tech computer. Whenever I encounter a problem that I can't do, my mother will stop what she is doing and take a look at it immediately. Sometimes she frowned, sometimes her eyes flashed, and I knew she had found a solution to the problem. Then she will patiently explain it to me step by step. In a short time, all problems will be solved. In my mind, my mother is even more powerful than a high-tech computer.
Mom's hands are sometimes rough. I remember one time, my exam results were very unsatisfactory, and I got a full 70 points, which was my worst score ever. Holding my report card, I walked home from school with trepidation. I was so depressed that there were dark clouds overhead. I saw a jar on the ground and kicked it away in a bad mood. However, my mother's angry face appears in my mind from time to time, and it makes me uncomfortable to think about it.
Standing at the door, I don't know how to face my mother. Finally, I got up the courage to knock at the door, and the door opened. My mother stood in front of me, helped me with my schoolbag, dragged me from the door to the restaurant and said, "Eat quickly, you must be hungry." Mom made your favorite braised pork ribs today ... "I'm sorry to hear her warm words. I told my mother that I only got 70 points in this exam. My mother's face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and sparks appeared on her head. The smell of gunpowder filled the air. I thought to myself, this time it must be dead, something bad, and it must be thundered.
I waited for a storm with trepidation. But things are far from what I imagined. My mother breathed a sigh of relief, stroked my head gently with her gentle hand, stared at me seriously and said, "Son, just because you got 70 points in this exam doesn't mean you get 70 points every time. Mom believes you. As long as you listen carefully in class, study hard and make up your mind to change, you will definitely get good grades next time. " After listening to my mother's words, I bowed my head deeply and made up my mind silently. Yes, as long as I study hard and listen carefully in class, I believe I will change before long. My good grades are waiting for me.
Mother's hands are dexterous, capable and gentle. My mother's hands gave me the strength to grow up. I love my mother's hand.
Mother's Hands 2 Mother's hands are strong, with a few protruding blue veins on her fingers and thick and hard calluses on her palms. My mother's hands are warm and full of strength, which makes me grow up healthily and happily.
Mom's hands are warm. Towards the end of winter, my mother began to knit me a vest. She said she could wear it in warm weather. When my mother talked to me, the needle and thread in her hand swam like a snake. Mother said softly, "son, do you like the vest knitted by mother?" . I said, "Yes, you knitted this for me yourself. Of course you know. " . Mom knitted a vest and I put it on. I feel so happy.
My mother's hands have infinite power. Whenever I can't do problems, my mother takes a pencil in her hand and starts to teach me to do problems on draft paper and help me analyze them. Even if time slips away quietly, my mother will let me solve the problem completely and then let me sleep.
Mother's hand will hold up an umbrella for me on rainy days. My mother's hands can cook me a delicious breakfast every morning. When I was sick, my mother's hand gave me the kindest love. I love my mother's hands, and I love my mother more.
Mother's Hands My mother has curly hair, big watery eyes and Zhang Yuanyuan's face. What I like best are those warm and rough hands.
Those rough hands cooked a delicious meal, which made the food our sisters ate nutritious and stable. For nutrition, my mother also bought a lot of nutrition recipes, and often cooked them in front of them in the kitchen, because it is common for her hands to burn and bleed. Mom often laughs it off: "Nothing, nothing."
Those rough hands planted pots of beautiful bonsai, making the home beautifully dressed, so that the three "office workers" can see the fresh green and smell the flowers when they have a good rest after work.
Those rough hands washed out bright clothes and fragrant pillows. Let's have a good sleep at night, put on clean and tidy clothes and walk on the way to school. Study hard and make progress every day.
Mother's hands become rough after years of baptism and after worrying about us after paying for my sister and me. We asked my mother to wash less clothes and raise her rough hands, but my mother said, "As long as you wear clean clothes, my rough hands are nothing." We hope mother won't be too tired. She smiled.
I love my mother and her hard-working and rough hands!
My mother's hand has been holding me and supporting my little sky since the day I "croaked" and landed. This is my mother's hand. I have never left my mother's hand since I was a child.
Mom's hands are hardworking. Every morning, my mother will get up early, tidy up the room, prepare delicious meals and put them on the table. Dad works in other places all the year round, and everything at home falls on mom. Mother's hand sends away the dust of the years and brings family happiness.
Mom's hands are amazing. When I was a child, I cried even if I was wronged a little. At this time, my mother always wipes away the tears on my face with her white and delicate hands. I don't know when, I magically hold a big red apple or a doll in my hand. I smile through tears. Mother's hand touched sadness and brought laughter.
Mom's hands are warm. When I was a child, these hands patted me to sleep every day and accompanied me into a sweet dream. Once, I was sick and had a fever, and my mother was very worried. At this time, my mother hugged me with warm hands, stroked my head, fed me medicine and put me to sleep, but she didn't sleep all night. My mother took good care of me with both hands, which made me feel much better at once and felt extremely warm in my heart. My golden beans fell, and when my mother wiped away my tears, I realized how warm and delicate my mother's hands were. Mother's hand caressed the cold, but it was warm.
My mother's hand helped me all the way and created a loving home for me. Don't forget to hold mom's hand when you are tired, it is the support of our life.
My mother's hands feel smooth and soft, and they make me feel extremely warm and safe.
Mom's hands make me feel warm. I remember having a fever when I was a child. My mother stroked my head, took my temperature and applied it to my forehead. Mom's hands make me feel so warm.
Mom's hands are very dexterous. My mother always uses her break time to embroider cross-stitch. She repaired a cross stitch for our car. The pattern on it is very beautiful. Whenever I see peace and happiness, I will think in my heart, "Mom's hands are so dexterous!" " "Mom's hands can knit sweaters! When I was a child, my mother knitted me a sweater with a smiling face embroidered on it. This smiling face is vividly woven by my mother. Every time I put on this sweater, the children envy me.
Mom's hands make me feel safe. Once, when we were playing in the square, I saw several big brothers skating as if to fly. I also think skating is very simple and I envy it. My mother lent me a pair of skates. When I put it on, I couldn't stand still, so my mother kept supporting me with those hands. At that time, I felt safe and secure.
Mom's hands are warm and safe. These hands are an umbrella to protect me from the wind and rain. These hands make me grow up happily.
My mother's hand is like a tree, thick and thin, large and small, countless. However, there is a tree that grows in my heart and gives me warmth and strength. This tree is mother's hand.
My mother's hands are painkillers. Touch it lightly when you are sick, and the pain will disappear immediately. I still remember that time, I had a fever and went to the hospital for infusion. After my mother's patient persuasion, I finally reluctantly agreed. But as soon as the needle went into the meat, I cried and cried in pain. My mother touched my head with her hand and said softly, "Be brave and strong, my mother is here!" " "I feel a heat flow rushing through my body from my head. No pain! I touched my mother's hand, like a hot coals, so warm.
Mother's hand is a gentle lullaby. Whenever I can't sleep, my mother sits by the bed and touches my face with her warm hands. There was a soft rustle in my ear, as if it were a lullaby: "The stars are shining, the moon is bright, the leaves cover the window lattice, and the little baby is going to sleep, sleeping in that sweet dream." I entered a warm dream.
Mother's hand is a ray of bright sunshine. Whenever I am upset because I can't solve a problem, my mother will come over and pat me on the shoulder with a warm hand. The fog in my mind will immediately dissipate and inspiration will pop out like an elf. Once, I silently wrote an ancient poem, which was incomplete several times. I either lost three or four. I was so angry that I tore up all the papers I had written and shouted in the room. My mother, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the sound and sat me in a chair with her hands red with cold and patted me on the shoulder. My heart warmed up, my mind widened, and lines of poems poured out of my heart like waves and jumped onto the paper along the pen tip.
Mother's hand is warm spring breeze. Whenever my heart is tangled, my mother will take my little hand with her big hand and go out for a walk and talk. My mother's hands are so hot that the tangled snow in my heart melts immediately. Under the caress of the warm spring breeze, green buds grow in my heart.
Mother's hands are actually very ordinary, with slender fingers and fair skin, and there is nothing special about them. But in my heart, my mother's hands are great, her fingers are the majestic Kunlun Mountain, and her blood vessels are the surging Yangtze River. I am a young eagle, growing on this plateau, training my wings on this mountain peak, soaring on this river, breaking through the clouds and heading for a glorious distance.
Mother's Hand Composition 7 Mother's hand is not as dexterous as an artist, nor as gentle as a musician, nor as meticulous as a sculptor. Mom's hands are so ordinary.
Mom's fingers are very long, and her nails are full, smooth and pale pink. There are several cocoons on the palm of the right hand.
Mother's hands are industrious and warm. One afternoon last semester, it was a cold winter, the north wind roared and the goose feather was snowing heavily. After school, my mother picked me up by bike. I see my mother's hands are a little red with cold. Walking on the road, my mother slammed the wheels against the north wind. I heard my mother panting. Looking down, my mother's hands were blue with cold. I said to my mother with distress, "Let's walk home, it's too tired." Mother replied, "it's too slow to walk, and it's cold." I hope you go home early. " When I got home, my mother's hands were numb with cold. I looked at her hand and couldn't help crying. My mother touched my head with swollen and numb hands to comfort me: "It's okay, it will be like this in winter." I am both sad and moved by this.
In the dead of night, I can feel my mother touching my forehead with her warm hand and covering the quilt I pushed open. Mother's hand is warm sunshine, shining on my young heart.
Mom's hands are very dexterous. My mother's hands can knit sweaters, and she always knits me up and down evenly and quickly, which makes me warm to wear. Mom can cook, and the dishes are beautiful and delicious, which makes her mouth water. Mother can grow flowers, which are especially bright.
I like my mother's hands, and I like my mother better!