In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and college composition (essay).

So, how to write an essay?

Below are 8 fourth-grade compositions about mother’s hands that I compiled for you. I hope they will be helpful to you.

Mother's Hands Fourth Grade Composition Chapter 1 My mother is a big beauty. She is tall, has a small mouth, big eyes with light eyebrows, and black hair tied into a ponytail.

But I like her hands the most. She has magical, dexterous and warm hands.

Mom has a pair of magical hands.

Once, my parents and I went for a walk in the "Food Street". As soon as my mother got there, she walked into a store that said "tomatoes are not like radishes." My father and I followed, and only heard my mother say: "This is for

I'll take one, do it slowly, and I'll learn from it." The boss agreed.

I quickly said to my mother: "This is simple." Just in time for the boss to hear, the boss said with a smile: "You do it." I walked to the cooking place and took a look, ah!

There are so many ingredients, so I just put in the radish, the sugar, and the rice and stir-fry it, and it's done.

But when I looked at my mother, she was already gone.

I chased after him and asked my mother, "Have you learned?" My mother said, "I have learned it." Then I went to another store and went home after that.

The next day I came home from school and called "Mom" as usual, but my mother didn't answer me.

I opened the door in confusion and was intoxicated by the aroma of rice. I didn't hear my mother call me.

Dad smiled and said: "It's time to eat!" When I heard this, I hurried to the dining table. Before the dishes were served, my mouth couldn't help it, and I immediately took a big bite. "Tomatoes are not like radishes." I really

I can’t believe this was made by my mom’s amazing hands.

Mom also has a pair of dexterous hands.

One time, all my clothes were too small, and my father was about to throw them away. My mother said, "Don't throw them away. Let me use my dexterous hands to save these little clothes!" After that, my mother took out all the rag dolls in our family.

I took them all out and used my small clothes to change them into new clothes.

After finishing it, my mother smiled and said, "What a nice dress. Everyone should thank me for my hands." I said, "Yes, thank you so much!" My mother also had a pair of warm hands.

When I have a fever, these hands will touch my forehead, pour me water and take medicine, hug me, and take my temperature.

This is my mother's hand. Our whole family loves it. Do you love it?

Mother's Hands Fourth Grade Composition Part 2 Mother's hands are not as dexterous as an artist, nor as graceful as a musician, nor as delicate as a sculptor. Mother's hands are so ordinary.

Mom’s fingers are long and slender, and her nails are full and smooth, with a light pink color.

There are several calluses on the palm of my right hand.

Mom's hands are hardworking and warm.

One afternoon last semester, it was a cold winter, with the north wind blowing loudly and heavy goose feathers of snow floating in the air.

After school, my mother came to pick me up on her bicycle. I saw that my mother's hands were a little red from the cold.

Walking on the road, my mother faced the north wind and pedaled hard on the wheel.

I heard my mother panting and turned my head to see that her hands were blue from the cold. I said to my mother distressedly: "Let's walk home. This is too tiring." My mother replied: "Walking too slow."

"It's very cold. I want you to get home early." After arriving home, my mother's hands were so cold that she felt numb.

I couldn't help but shed tears looking at her hands.

My mother touched my head with her red, swollen, numb hands and comforted me: "It's okay, it will be like this in the winter." I felt sad and moved after hearing this.

On countless quiet nights, as I slept in a daze, I could feel my mother touching my forehead with her warm hands and covering me with the quilt I had kicked off.

My mother's hands are warm sunshine, shining on my young heart.

Mom’s hands are dexterous.

My mother’s hands are good at knitting sweaters, and they always fly up and down, evenly and quickly, knitting sweaters for me, which makes me feel very warm when I wear them.

My mother knows how to cook, and the meals she makes are beautiful and delicious, making me salivate just looking at them.

Mom can grow flowers, and the flowers they grow bloom very brightly.

I like my mother’s hands, and I like my mother even more!

Mother's Hands Fourth Grade Composition Part 3 My mother has a pair of extraordinary hands. She uses these dexterous hands to wash, cook and do housework, and arranges the whole family in order.

My mother's hands are thick and powerful, with many markings on the back of her hands. Her thumbs are thick and short, and even her middle finger, which should be the most beautiful, is also very thick. A shining golden bracelet is worn on her wrist.

Although my mother’s hands are not slender and white, to me, these hands are perfect!

Once, because of my carelessness, I only got 79 points in the exam.