In life, work and study, everyone has written a composition, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing is a verbal activity that people express their ideas in written form. You have no clue when you write a composition? The following is my excellent composition, for reference only, hoping to help everyone. Excellent hand composition 1

It is a pair of hands with slender fingers, calluses on the palms, "earthworms" crawling on the back of the hands, and a little thick, thin and black knuckles. That's mom's hand.

Mom's hands are amazing. She can instantly conjure up a meal that makes my mouth water, or suddenly take out a beautiful sweater. Thanks to the hard work of my mother's dexterous hands, the house is spotless every day, and there are a pot of lush green plants in every corner, such as aloe, jasmine, asparagus and so on, which I can't name. They are all so spiritual and beautiful. No matter who comes to our home, I will praise it. I am really proud, because it was created by my mother's hardworking hands.

My mother's hands are very strong. Whenever I see her picking up heavy things easily, I open my mouth wide. My mother smiled and said, How awesome is it? You are so strong and not as strong as me. I know my mother's strength, which is all exercised by long-term labor.

My mother's hand is very gentle. Whenever I am sick, uncomfortable or in a bad mood, my mother's hand will gently touch my forehead. At this time, a warm current flows all over my body, and my mother's hand gives me comfort and strength. Whenever I cross the road, I look around and dare not cross. At this moment, my mother holds my hand tightly, and I cross the road with my head held high and no scruples. This is my mother's hand that gives me endless confidence and security.

mom, you have worked hard! Every time I touch so many calluses in your hand, I feel distressed. You have paid too much for me, and I often make you angry by being naughty. I was wrong. I want to learn to do simple housework, so that you can do less work and your hands will not be so hard. I want to make your hands more beautiful. I love my mother's hands and love her care for me! Excellent hand composition 2

There are a pair of dexterous hands in this world that can accompany me attentively. Although they are not as white and tender as ours, they always make me proud and moved. These hands are my mother's hands.

mother likes knitting sweaters very much. Every morning, my mother has already started knitting sweaters. When she knits sweaters, she is always very focused. Once she knits, she never stops smiling, even thinking about eating. I still remember one night before my eighth birthday, my mother stayed up late to knit me a sweater in order to give me a perfect gift. With the efforts of one night, this sweater was finally woven, with a small plum blossom embroidered on it, which wanted me to bloom like a plum blossom in the cold winter. This was knitted by my mother herself with both hands. On that day, my tears fell down.

Mom used an unremarkable scrap newspaper, and soon it became a beautiful paper crane. After finishing painting, she put paper crane in the sun, making this paper crane look lifelike. Therefore, my sisters always learn from their mothers. Mom is also our good role model! I'm so proud of my mother's handiwork!

My mother is also an "artist". Her paintings are always praised by others. I remember my mother has a painting, which I like very much. It took my mother three days to finish the painting, but my mother was always very dissatisfied, and she would think about it every night. Finally, I saw my mother take out the painting and fiddle with it. This time, it was different. The painting was flickering. It turned out that shiny powder was sprinkled on it, which was very touching, just like beautiful and shining stars hanging in the painting.

ah! Mom, how smart and beautiful your hands are. In my childhood, I always left little memories. Your daughter will always be in my heart. Whenever I look at that sweater, this is the best memory you give me. Mom, I love you! Mother's love is selfless and great love. Since I was a child, my mother has taken good care of me and given me endless love with her hands.

when I was a child, I was very naughty. I ran around the house all the time. Once, I jumped from the sofa to a small bench one meter away. At that time, I was small and short-legged, and I fell to the ground with a bang. I cried. My mother rushed to help me up, scolded me in a low voice, rubbed my hand and touched my face to comfort me. At that time, my mother's hands, white and soft, gave me spiritual comfort.

then, I went to primary school. In the first exam, I didn't listen carefully to the teacher's topic, and the exam was a mess. When I got home, I took the test paper to my mother with a sad face. Mother touched my face and said, "Never mind, just do well in the next exam." I nodded, took the test paper from my mother's rough hand and put it back in my schoolbag.

Time goes by slowly. I have entered junior high school. After a heavy rain, I came home with my schoolbag on my back, feeling cold and hungry. I walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, I'm a little dizzy." Mother stopped her work and touched my forehead. That hand is thick, but it is very warm. "Then go to bed for a while." Mother said. I lay in bed, listening to the tinkling of pots and pans outside, thinking of my mother's slender hands, and seemed to feel less dizzy.

My mother's hands are as rough as they are now because of me. She takes good care of my growing seedling with these hands, and she irrigates me with endless love with her hands. Excellent composition 4

Before, I saw so many children singing, dancing, blowing and pulling on the stage on TV. I was really envious. This semester, our third grade held an open week for parents, asking each of us to perform our own unique skills. No, I also participated in the flute performance. Now, I can shine, too Hey hey!

there were so many people that day, and the audience was really packed. The colorful lights are constantly shining. The students' wonderful singing and touching dancing made the parents under the stage intoxicated by our excellent performance, and applause followed.

it's our turn to play the flute. We have the largest number of people in all the programs, but we are not chaotic at all. I have a good psychological quality and am not nervous at all. We performed "Little Star" first. I followed everyone and bowed to the parents in the audience, and then gracefully put the flute on my lips. I blew with the conductor's gesture, and my head swayed gently with rhythm. The notes in my mouth became a beautiful melody, and I felt as if I were the little stars shining in the sky. The second performance is Dancing with a Doll and a Bear. One note in our mouth has become a lovely dance. In the last song "Ode to Joy", we once again let parents feel the festive atmosphere.

When the performance is over, the parents naturally pay homage. I'm really happy, too, because I also showed my hand in front of my parents. 5

It was a stormy evening, and dark clouds completely blocked the brilliance of the sun.

the heavy rain has turned the street into a river because of the failure of the drainage system. The taxis that used to be like runners suddenly disappeared.

my mother and I have to walk home. It's far from my home here, and I'm already banging before I leave. My mother took my hand, and I bravely took the first step. The water didn't pass my mother's knee and my waist at once. Every step I take requires a lot of effort. What's more, I'm all wet, and my clothes and hair are stuck together. At this time, I'm really a drowned rat. My mother felt my depression at this time. Her warm hand took up my little hand and squeezed it gently. My whole body was full of electricity, and my fear vanished.

after a while, it rained even harder, and the thunderous thunder shook the earth. My last strength was exhausted, but I was only halfway there. I was afraid and anxious, cold and tired, and almost cried. My mother wiped the rain on my face and said, "Come on! We will be home soon, and Dad is waiting for us to go home! " After that, my mother held my hand tightly, and we rushed home in the wind and rain.

afterwards, I often think, what is the most important when the storm comes? Is it money? No! Money is cold and can only make you feel cold; Is it food? Not really. Food can't heal your wounds and eliminate your psychological fears. Only family can bring you courage, warmth and happiness!

whenever I encounter setbacks in my life and difficulties in my study; Whenever I am confused and confused, my mother's warm hands can always give me courage and strength, so that I can go forward bravely without fear or hesitation! I love my mother, and I love her warm hands more! Excellent hand composition 6

These hands are not very beautiful, delicate or white, but they are very important to me and I regret it very much.

It, with several blue veins clearly printed on the back of the hand, has a faint fragrance, sharp nails and very clean inside, until that happened, which changed all this.

One Saturday morning, I was exhausted from sports and didn't want to go home with a heavy badminton racket on my back, so I begged my mother, "Can you put my bag in the car?" My mother looked at me exhausted and relented and promised me. We opened the trunk and put the bag in. Although I saw my mother slam the door hard, I only heard a soft door closing sound, and then I was greeted by a scream from my mother. This cry echoed in the parking lot, and I was frightened at once. I turned my head sharply and ran to see it. I was surprised: How did this happen? I saw that my mother's nails, which were originally white and red, became bloody and blue. It turned out that the heavy trunk had pressed her hand. I seemed to feel the stabbing pain, but my mother only said softly, "Let's go." She fought back the piercing pain. It seems that there are snakes in my heart, panic and anxiety surround me, and my heart seems to be pulled up again. If I hadn't been lazy, my mother's hand wouldn't have been hurt. I really regret it!

Since then, my mother loves her hands more and more. She bought all kinds of hand creams to wipe her hands, and maintained them better than before, but the scar was clearly left on her hands.

Although my mother's hand has an obvious scar, I regard these flawed hands as important as treasures. These flawed hands make me regret it. Excellent hand composition 7

My mother has a pair of hardworking hands, which bring convenience and joy to her mother. These hands can not only help mom cook and wash clothes, but also help her finish her work easily.

these hands are 18.5cm long, 8.5cm wide and 1.5cm thick. There are curved lines on the manicured fingers, and there is a white semicircle at the end of the nail. Looking at the knuckles, there are purple "vines" (veins). There are three deep and thick lines in the palm of your hand. When you put your hands together, the two lines will be connected into a line, and there are some deep and thin vertical lines on your fingers. Thousands of fine pores are unevenly distributed on the back of the hand, and tiny white elves live in the pores. Lovely!

once, I wanted to learn how to cook "cucumber fried with carrots" to relieve my mother's burden, but my mother only let me watch and didn't let me do it. I was really worried. Mother washed the cucumber first, then held the heavy handle and paddled it piece by piece with rapt attention. Those dexterous hands cut each cucumber round and thin, and then put the cucumber slices on the plate.

When I was not careful, I couldn't help exclaiming, "The preparation process of carrot granules has been completed so quickly!" In this way, the "red baby supporting the green boat" will be completed.

My mother's hands are really hardworking. I believe I will have a pair of hardworking hands too. Excellent hand composition 8

My mother has a pair of white hands, and her hands can make me happy.

once, when I was playing in front of my house, a big black dog came from nowhere and kept barking at me. The barking was terrible, and I was too scared to move. Just then, my mother came over and drove the big dog away with her white and soft hands, and then took my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, son, there is a mother!" " I went home under the protection of my mother.

When I was hungry, my mother's hand came to help me again, washing and cutting vegetables with her hands. I accidentally cut my hand, but my mother stopped growling for my stomach, endured the pain and got busy again. The sound of running water, the sound of chopping vegetables and the sound of cooking make up a wonderful piece of music. The food was finally ready, and my mother picked up the dishes for me by hand. Soon, a "vegetable mountain" was piled up in my bowl, and from time to time my mother's persuasion came, "Eat more!" "Thank you, Mom!"

I am a very active little girl, and I often knock myself black and blue. Whenever I complain to my mother, my mother will carefully give me medicine with her gentle hands for fear that it will hurt me. Those hands also touch my forehead from time to time, and I am like a lamb, sitting quietly.

Whenever I am bullied, my mother's hand comes to my side again, wiping away my tears, holding my hand and teaching me how to understand, how to tolerate and how to get along with others. Sometimes my mother tells some interesting stories and teaches me. Soon, my troubles and sadness were all forgotten, only my happiness, happiness and satisfaction.

This is mother's hand, a pair of beautiful and magical hands. I love my mother, and I love these selfless loving hands even more.

Excellent composition 9

If success is a solemn castle, if success is a lush tree, if success is a flying seagull, then faith is the upright beam, faith is the deeply rooted root, and faith is the flapping wing. Without faith, there is no direction, and perhaps success is far away from us.

There are always some people in society who have worked miracles with their beliefs. Helen Keller is a weak woman, a deaf-mute and blind child. She didn't fall down, but was reborn under the enlightenment of Teacher Sullivan, and she wrote many famous books in one fell swoop. He is our idol. He held the hand of faith tightly, and his firm belief made him a dazzling superstar in the literary world.

if a person has an indestructible belief, he may create miracles. Rolling in the deep, a world and famous entrepreneur, went from the peak of his career overnight. He was not scared, but vowed to make a comeback. He didn't care about the cynicism of others or the fall of his peers. He stood up with confidence and stubbornness. Finally, he got his wish. She held the hand of faith tightly, and her firm belief made him turn defeat into victory in the shopping mall.

There are countless such people and things. They have built a monument of faith for us with their own actions. As long as they have firm faith, they will succeed. we don't