I said, "Mom is just a pair of hands, a pair of simple and ordinary hands." But it is these hands that have given me great nourishment in the bright moonlight.
That night, the cold wind roared. I woke up to go to the toilet, only to find that my mother seemed to have finished sewing clothes for me and just went to bed. I glanced at the electric clock and found that it was already 1 1 o. At this moment, mother is putting a jar of ointment.
Put it on my hand. Every time I rub it, my mother rubs it around with her hands, which seems to hurt. I looked at it with curiosity and worry. It turned out to be a box of frostbite healing cream.
I picked up my mother's hand carefully, but those daunting hands suddenly made me cry. This pair has traces of cracks, some have not healed, and blood beads are still oozing.
This must be because my mother is too busy on weekdays to take good care of herself, and her hands are covered with scars. I seemed to see her hand cut by the clothes chain and grinned, but I couldn't find the band-aid.
She squinted painfully, but she didn't want to waste time shopping. She put her hand into the water and endured the pain to continue washing. On my hand, frostbite as big as a bean seems to make me feel terrible. The cold caused severe frostbite.
The figure who endured the pain like a knife but has been working hard for the trivial things of family life reappears in my mind. I touched chilblain carefully, and my mother's hand trembled obviously and her face twitched, but she tried to hide her painful expression.
I asked with concern, "Mom, does it hurt?" She deliberately avoided my questioning eyes and said, "No, this little injury is nothing. Well, it's so late, go back to sleep! " I finally couldn't help it. I ran into the room with tears in my eyes. "Mom, you are a loving mother. You often soothe my heart with your hands and give me flowing care; You are a teacher, lighting my confused thoughts with your fingers and setting an example of a blue sky for me; You are the pillar of the family, and you give the family warmth with your hands. Without you, home is no longer happy. "
A few months later, mom's birthday. I took out the high-grade ointment I bought with the money I had accumulated for a long time, remembering my mother's white and delicate hands and giving my heart as a daughter-caring for the children.
Write a 400-word essay about "Mom's Hand" for Grade Three. "There is only one mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. If you throw yourself into your mother's arms, happiness is indispensable ... "Whenever I hear this song, I will feel a deep maternal love in my heart.
I remember when I was six, I had a fever in the middle of the night. My temperature reached 38.5 degrees, and my face was burning. This scared my mother. I quickly brought antipyretics and water for me to eat, and then I brought alcohol and cotton and kept rubbing it on me. I kept saying, "Be sure to get better soon, hurry up …" I woke up in the morning and saw my mother at the bedside. What do you want to eat? I'll do it for you. "I said," my head is a little dizzy. "
"Then you have a rest and I'll cook for you." Mom said.
At this time, a warm current suddenly surged in my heart, nourishing my heart. What moved me most was that incident, which is still fresh in my memory.
It was a summer night, and my mother and I were preparing to go home. When we passed the camel pet shop downstairs of grandma's house, two big golden dogs suddenly came at us. My mother quickly picked me up and protected me with her back. At the same time, the shopkeeper also called two dog back. When my mother saw that all the dogs were called back, she rushed there and said, "Watch if you want to get a dog. Do you think you scared my children? " The shopkeeper quickly apologized. Seeing that the shopkeeper had a good attitude, my mother took me home. On the way home, my heart is still pounding. When my mother saw that I was scared, she touched my head and said, "Touch my hair, I can't be scared …" I hope I will feel better. Mom's words were really clever, and my heart stopped beating at once, and my mood was much better. I can't help but sigh: it's good to have a mother! Mom, it was you who raised me with that great selfless maternal love and made me thrive.
Write a 400-word essay about "Mom's Hand" for Grade Three. "There is only one mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. If I throw myself into my mother's arms, happiness is indispensable ... "Whenever I hear this song, I will feel a deep maternal love in my heart.
I remember when I was six, I had a fever in the middle of the night. My temperature reached 38.5 degrees, and my face was burning. This scared my mother. I quickly brought antipyretics and water for me to eat, and then I brought alcohol and cotton and kept rubbing it on me. I kept saying, "Be sure to get better soon, hurry up …" I woke up in the morning and saw my mother at the bedside. What do you want to eat? I'll do it for you. "I said," My head is a little dizzy. " "Then you have a rest and I'll cook for you." Mom said. At this time, a warm current suddenly surged in my heart, nourishing my heart.
What moved me most was that incident, which is still fresh in my memory. It was a summer night, and my mother and I were preparing to go home. When we passed the camel pet shop downstairs of grandma's house, two big golden dogs suddenly came at us. My mother quickly picked me up and protected me with her back. At the same time, the shopkeeper also called two dog back. When my mother saw that all the dogs were called back, she rushed there and said, "Watch if you want to get a dog. Do you think you scared my children? " The shopkeeper quickly apologized. Seeing that the shopkeeper had a good attitude, my mother took me home. On the way home, my heart is still pounding. When my mother saw that I was scared, she touched my head and said, "Touch my hair, I can't be scared …" I hope I will feel better. Mom's words were really clever, and my heart stopped beating at once, and my mood was much better. I can't help but sigh: it's good to have a mother!
Mom, it is you who raised me with that great selfless maternal love and made me thrive!
4. How to write mom's one-handed composition? I have seen many hands: 6261696416fe4b893E5b19E3133343137661,with slender hands.
Since childhood, my mother's hands have been busy, washing and cooking, cleaning the room, and working hard for our better life. My mother's hands are not only beautiful, but also very dexterous. Besides washing and cooking for me, she also cooks a lot of delicious food for me.
I like the food my mother cooks for me every time. I remember once I wanted to eat pork and cabbage pie, and my mother began to work for me. Prepared white flour, green onions and pork. Mother kneaded the noodles first, put them aside, and prepared to chop the stuffing when she woke up.
My mother began to cut pork. My mother taught me what to pay attention to when making pies. Suddenly I heard my mother's "ah". The knife has been thrown on the chopping board by my mother, and one hand is pressing the middle finger of the other hand, and the blood has flowed out through the fingers. I saw the blood on my mother's hand, and I was anxious. I don't know what to do. Father quickly used it as a band-aid. As soon as my mother let go, the blood came out again. I saw that the wound was cut deeply, and a piece of meat was attached to it, and I felt that I was about to fall. I was shocked and worried about my mother. My mother seems to have guessed my thoughts and comforted me regardless of the pain, saying, "Nothing, a little injury, no pain, it will be fine in a few days."
After listening to my mother's words, tears kept spinning in my eyes. If I don't eat pie, my mother's hand won't be hurt. The pie that day was the most delicious pie I have ever eaten.
My mother's hands are not only clever, but also diligent. I don't know how many times, when I get up in the morning, hot meals have been served; I don't know how many times, whenever I open the closet, my clothes are lying neatly, waiting for me to choose; I don't know how many times, when crossing the road, those hands always unconsciously hold me and let me walk behind her; I don't know how many times ... I love these hands. When I am happy, she always rubs my face. Always pat me on the head when I am sad; This is my mother's hand, my favorite hand.
5. Pick up the Chinese book and prepare for review today. I think: there will be an exam again tomorrow. Alas, when will these days end?
At this time, my mother came in with a glass of water, put it on my desk and said, "Review is over, go to sleep!" " "I accidentally saw that my mother's hands were no longer smooth and beautiful, but became rough and dull. Time left a mark on her hand, meaning "I am here. "
Reminds me of my mother's old hand. ...
When I was a child, I was a timid child, afraid to go home alone. Every time my mother picks me up from work, I hold my mother's hand. I feel big and beautiful, which makes me like holding my mother's hand very much. Sometimes I can't help kissing her. My mother would laugh and say, "Little villain." Hey, hey, smile and say that mom is a big bad guy.
Another time, I accidentally hurt my knee while playing with others. I cried with a "wow". The children all ran away, and my mother heard the noise. Looking at my wound, I said sadly, "abortion, abortion, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mom will dance for you with her fingers." I danced with my fingers as I spoke. I stared at my mother's beautiful hands, like five little fairies dancing. I forgot the pain and crying. At this time, my mother cleaned my wound with disinfectant and painted it with mercurochrome before taking me home. At that time, I thought my mother's hand was a fairy.
But time flies, my mother has begun to grow white hair, and I have grown into a big girl. I no longer need my mother to pick me up from school or clean my wounds, but I can't live without my mother's hand.
Every morning, my mother gently wakes me up with her warm hand to remind me that it's time for school; Whenever I am sad, my mother will reach out and brush away the two strings of "Jin Doudou" on my face for me. Whenever I go home, I always eat delicious meals cooked by my mother.
At this time, my mother found that I had been staring at her hand, and quickly reached out and said, "My hand is not good-looking when it is old." I quickly grabbed my mother's hand and said, "My mother's hand is always the most beautiful." At this time, I can't help but think of a very appropriate song, which is just right for what I want to say now: "Slow down!" " Don't let you get old ... "
6. Write a composition on the topic of mother's hand. One morning, I slept soundly. Suddenly I feel like I'm tied tightly by a rope, and I can't breathe! Just when I was suffocating, I was surprised to find that I had become as big as an ant! And it was held tightly by my mother! I managed to escape, "ah! Oh, my God! How did the bed become as big as the sea! " I exclaimed, and then I remembered that I was not as big as an ant.
I walk and walk. Accidentally bumped into a big guy. I touched my head and looked at it carefully. Oh, my God! If it isn't mom! I'll see. Didn't I just be held by my mother? Why did you come back? Anyway, let's wake up mom first. I climbed into her right ear and shouted, "Mom! I'm Qian Lan! It was in your ear just now, wake up! " Hey! Don't tell me, my mother really woke up after my "lion roar". She pulled me out of my ear and said in surprise, "How did you become so small!" " What about me? This is also "the monks in Zhang Er are at a loss". "Think about it, what did you do yesterday?" Mom cried again. "Don't worry, don't worry, I remember! Yesterday, I drank a bottle of' baby milk'! It's the bottle sent by the deliveryman yesterday! " "Hey, it's over. I'll look online for' children's milk'. I'll put you on the table first. You can eat a few grains of rice, which should help you recover soon! " My mother held me in her hand and "airlifted" me to the "desktop airport". When I was full, I was sent back to bed. I can skip class, but it's not bad, because I can play carefree! Do you know what my mother and I are doing these days? The answer is-go online every day to find drinks that can make people bigger. After a few days, I finally lost my temper and said directly to my mother, "mom, don't look for it." I am fine! " You give me the box as a house, and you can make me a pillow and a quilt with toilet paper and napkins respectively! "Mother sighed, said nothing, and did as I said.
Students! If there are any drinks or drugs that can make people bigger, please send them quickly! I don't want to continue to be an ant in my mother's hand! Ho ho.
7. The composition entitled "Mother's Hand" is very popular today. I have been in the air-conditioned room for a long time, but it still hasn't cooled me down.
At this time, my mother came in from the outhouse with a red pot in her hand and put it on the table nearest to the air conditioner. I was wondering when my mother said, "Haohao, this pot is mung bean soup. When it gets cold, you can have a bowl. Just like a cold drink! " ""thank you! Mom. " I am happy to say.
After a while, the soup was cold, but at this time I was busy playing computer and forgot to eat mung bean soup. Playing, a pair of hands holding a bowl of mung bean soup reached the computer desk. I am very excited! Because this is mom's hand! It was my mother who brought me the soup herself and delivered it to my hand in front of me! Those are also a pair of hands full of maternal love! Only then did I feel how much my mother loved me! How much you care about me! I suddenly blushed, because I remembered that I always made my mother angry and naughty, but my mother still took care of me regardless. At this moment, I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I'm sorry!" " I ... I love you! "But I don't know why, I swallowed what I wanted to say. Maybe it's too touching.
I quietly drank mung bean soup, drank the bowl of mung bean soup full of maternal love, and after drinking mung bean soup, my mouth was still a little sticky. Just as I reached for the tissue, my hand appeared in front of me again, and I felt a coolness pouring out of my heart. Ah! It is great maternal love that makes me feel cool in this hot summer! "mom! I love you! " Finally, I said this sentence. In the afterglow of my eyes, I also saw my mother's tears hanging in the corner of my eyes. I am so moved that I don't know what to say. I threw myself into my mother's arms ...
Today, I finally felt my mother's great love, and gradually this summer is no longer hot. ...
8. Write a 600-word composition with mother's hand as the topic. What impressed me most in this world is my mother, and I will never forget her hand. When I came into this world, a smiling person greeted me. She held me in her delicate hands, smiled at me and talked to me. Although I don't know why she did it, I know it was a happy expression. She held me in her slender hands and taught me to walk. I fell down and she lifted me up with her sensitive hands. I know she made me take the first step in my life. When I can talk and walk, she sends me to kindergarten. I know she is my mother. Every day when I get home, she will cook my favorite meal with her dexterous hands. Sometimes she feeds me with her dexterous hands. She will even be my tutor. She holds my little hand with her big hand to write and draw ... When everything comes back to life, she will hold my little hand with her delicate hand and play outside. I think my mother's hands are as soft as spring breeze. When the sun is hot, she will take me swimming with rough hands. When sleeping, she will use cold hands. It put me to sleep. I think my mother's hands are as soft and cool as a fan. When autumn leaves are flying, she will knit me a sweater with her dexterous hands, which is more beautiful and warmer than what she bought. I think my mother's hands are as warm as sweaters and more dexterous than those of a weaver girl. As soon as the cold wind blows, she will block the snow for me with her strong hands. She will use them when she is ill. Mother's hands are as strong as cold wind and warmer than the fire in the stove. Season after season, year after year, my mother's hands are full of calluses and no longer delicate. Looking at the photos of my mother's girlhood, there is an indescribable taste ... I know that my mother's hands used to be so slender, so smooth and so delicate ... everything is only once, must it be once? Will it always be once? Can it only be changed once? Don't! Don't! Don't! I want it to be the present, the future, not just the past.
9. Write a composition on the topic of "Mother's Hand". The number of words is unlimited. My mother's hand is 1. What impressed me most in this world is my mother. I will never forget her hand. When I came into this world, a smiling person greeted me. She held me in her delicate hands, smiled at me and talked to me. Although I don't know why she did it, I know it is a happy expression. When I waddled to learn to walk, she held me in her slender hands and taught me to walk. When I fell, she lifted me up with her sensitive hands. I know she made me take the first step in my life. When I can talk and walk, she sends me to kindergarten. I know she is my mother. Every day when I get home, she will cook my favorite meal with her dexterous hands. Sometimes she feeds me with her dexterous hands. She will even be my tutor. She holds my little hand with her big hand to write and draw ... When everything comes back to life, she will hold my little hand with her delicate hand and play outside. I think my mother's hands are as soft as spring breeze. When the sun is hot, she will take me swimming with rough hands. When sleeping, she will use cold hands. It put me to sleep. I think my mother's hands are as soft and cool as a fan. When autumn leaves are flying, she will knit me a sweater with her dexterous hands, which is more beautiful and warmer than what she bought. I think my mother's hands are as warm as sweaters and more dexterous than those of a weaver girl. As soon as the cold wind blows, she will block the snow for me with her strong hands. She will use them when she is ill. Mother's hands are as strong as cold wind and warmer than the fire in the stove. Season after season, year after year, my mother's hands are full of calluses and no longer delicate. Looking at the photos of my mother's girlhood, there is an indescribable taste ... I know that my mother's hands used to be so slender, so smooth and so delicate ... everything is only once, must it be once? Will it always be once? Can it only be changed once? Don't! Don't! Don't! I hope it is now, later, not once! Mom's Hands 2 Mom's hands are working nonstop every day, and it has been many years since today. Years and the destruction of detergents have left many large and small wrinkles on my mother's hands. The kitchen knife wrapped in the kitchen has carved many looming "achievements" on it. Whenever the weather turns cold and the climate becomes dry, I can see a pair of chapped hands, but no matter what happens to these hands, they are always working. Has always brought me a warm and comfortable home. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, my mother's hand will never stop to rest. Before the sun rises, she will get up to make breakfast for my brother and me and wake up two big slackers who are sleeping in a daze. Every morning, the house will be searched, "Mom, where is my school uniform?" "Mom, where are my socks?" I've looked everywhere. After an earth-shaking search, I will grab some breakfast and then go to school. At that time, my mother had no choice but to clean up this "mess". And she has to start a day's work, mopping the floor, washing clothes, cleaning windows and cleaning furniture ... she repeats it skillfully every day. I don't know how many hours later, everything at home will be in perfect order and spotless, but my mother's hands are very tired. This is the most free time of her day, and she can sit down and read the newspaper. But soon after we come home from school, she will be as busy as a bee. Besides urging us to do our homework, she has to prepare dinner. This is not a simple job. I was dazzled to see her busy in the kitchen, and she was even more dizzy. My mother's efforts are often not recognized by us. Either you don't like this or you hate that. But she never felt sad, but kept trying to improve and never complained. Sometimes, she really feels puzzled and admired for her wrinkled and scarred hands. She never seems tired and never does anything wrong. She always handles all difficult things properly. What great hands! Over the years, she worked hard for this family, never complaining, never giving up, never regretting, just working silently, bringing us irreplaceable warmth. Mom's hands are ordinary to others, even a little inconspicuous.
But in my eyes, it is a pair of warm and wise hands. This is my mother's hand. Although it is not very special, it helps me to take every step of my life.
Just moved, there is an extra road in front of the door. Although the school is not far away, my mother is always worried because I am too young.
So every day after school, my mother will pick me up and see me off. When I was in front of the road, my mother took my hand and signaled me to stop first.
When the green light was on, my mother pulled me across the road carefully. Although it was a green light, there were still many turning vehicles speeding past us on both sides of the road.
My mother took my hand and paused from time to time to signal me to stop for a while until the traffic on the right side decreased a little. He gently squeezed my hand from time to time and motioned me to go.
It was in this process of stopping and walking that I easily crossed the road. In the warm hands of my mother, I walked on the way to school again and again.
One day, I forgot to bring my pencil case. I suddenly felt very nervous when I faced this busy road alone. Without the order and calmness my mother brought me, I still have a lingering fear of that rampage.
On the road of life, I often face the road, and when I hesitate on the roadside, whenever I am frustrated, whenever I am confused, my mother's hand seems to appear again, taking me across the road in an orderly way and encouraging me to move on. My mother's hand, like a ray of sunshine, always cares for me, and sometimes it is like a road sign, teaching me to walk the road of life calmly.
My mother has smart hands. It not only taught me to advance on the road of life, but also answered one doubt after another when I faced difficulties in my study. In the third grade of primary school, there was always some knowledge that I couldn't understand. When writing, I always read one sentence in the east and one sentence in the west, which is neither smooth nor fluent.
10. Give me an essay on Mom's Hands. My mother's hands are working nonstop every day, and it has been many years since today. Years and detergents have left many wrinkles on my mother's hands, and the kitchen knife wrapped in the kitchen has carved many looming "achievements" on it. Whenever the weather turns cold and the climate becomes dry, I can see a pair. But no matter what happens to these hands, they will always work and bring me a warm and comfortable home. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, my mother's hand will never stop to rest. Before the sun rises, she will get up to make breakfast for my brother and me and wake up two big slackers who are sleeping in a daze. Every morning, the house will be searched. "Mom, where did you put my school uniform?" Where are my socks? "Then a pair of busy hands had to rummage around and look for it everywhere. After an earth-shaking search, I will grab some breakfast and then go to school. At that time, my mother had no choice but to clean up this "mess" and start a day's work, cleaning clothes, cleaning windows and cleaning furniture ... She repeated it skillfully every day. I don't know how much time I spent at home. But my mother's hands were tired, so she had to sit down and rest. This is the most free time of the day, so she can sit down and read the newspaper. But when we come home from school, she will be as busy as a bee. Besides urging us to do our homework, she has to prepare dinner. This is not a simple job. Seeing her busy in the kitchen makes me dizzy. She is even more dizzy. My mother's efforts are often not recognized by us, either she doesn't like it or she hates it. But she never felt sad, but kept trying to improve and never complained. Sometimes, she really feels puzzled and envies her wrinkled and scarred hands. She never seems tired and never does anything wrong. She always handles all difficult things properly. What great hands! Over the years, she worked hard for this family, never complaining, never giving up, never regretting, just working silently, bringing us irreplaceable warmth.