Mother's hand excellent composition 1 maternal love is like spring rain, nourishing my young mind; Mother's love is like a breeze, stroking my face; Mother's love is like an umbrella in the heavy rain, sheltering me from the wind and rain; In my eyes, my mother is omnipotent. Her greatness lies in her dexterous hands.
Mom is busy in the kitchen again! I saw her holding a pot in her left hand and a shovel in her right hand, spinning around the pot, but she couldn't see how her hands were rowed, so she played a wonderful kitchen symphony for us. "Ding-ding, cha-cha ..." Soon, as the music slowly ended, a delicious meal came to our eyes, and my mother prepared a sumptuous dinner for us, which was really mouth-watering.
My mother's hands can not only cook a sumptuous dish, but also knit me a sweater. I saw her holding a needle and thread in her right hand and a ball of thread in her left hand, and the needle shuttled back and forth in the tiny wool. I can't see clearly how the wool dances and how it is tied in her hand. It was not until I really put on this warm sweater that I found-oh, how fit and comfortable this sweater is! It turns out that mom's hands are so dexterous!
Mom, you care about me like a hardworking gardener. You have created a better, more comfortable and better living environment for us with your dexterous hands. Thank you, mom!
My mother's hands are not as delicate as those of young people, as rough as those of farmers and as scarred as those of rangers, but they always make me feel warm.
My mother's hands can cook. Every day when my mother comes home from work, she will know that the symphony of pots and pans is about to start playing. After a few minutes, all kinds of delicious food were born.
Mom's hand can comfort people. Whenever I cry, my mother will help me comfort me, gently and softly touching my head can always calm my mood. Under the cradle of my mother's hand, I always smile through tears.
Mother's hand also has a unique advantage, that is, it can cure diseases. My mother is angels in white. When a patient goes to see a doctor, her mother will smile and reach out to feel the patient's pulse, then ask about her condition, and finally tap the keyboard like running water. Day after day, year after year, I have a thin cocoon on my hands. Every time I touch my mother's hand, my heart is sour. I think of my mother's hard work and worry about me. I really want to grow up quickly and lighten her burden.
My mother's hands are hardworking, and I am also "hardworking" from the lessons. Whenever I make a mistake and refuse to turn over a new leaf, my mother will unceremoniously pick up a stick and start "stir-frying meat with bamboo shoots", so that when I make a mistake, I can observe the whereabouts of her hand in a reflective way, but after each training, she will hold my little hand with a gentle big hand and tell some hard truths. I really love and hate her hands!
My mother's hand has been with me for ten years. My mother's hand is full of care and selfless dedication to me. Mom, no matter what happens to your hands, I love you!
Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 3 In this world, there are many hands, including those of scientists, which are used to create miracles. There is a doctor's hand-it is used to cure diseases and save lives; And the hands of forestry workers-they are used to plant trees. But what I love most is my mother's hand.
Spring has come and everything is revived. These hands take me to play. She made me a swing with dexterous hands and hung it on the book. I swing, swing, swing away from sadness, swing away from the joy of spring breeze.
Summer is coming, the sun is shining, and these hands take me swimming. When I sleep, she will fan me with her cool hands. I am cool, but my mother is tired and sweaty.
Autumn is coming, autumn leaves are flying, and the sweater she bought is very cold. She warmed the sweater with warm hands. Wear it on your body, wear it on your body, and keep it warm in your heart!
Winter is coming, and the wind is biting. Whenever a gust of wind blows, my mother quickly sticks in front of me to shelter me from the wind and rain. Whenever my mother gives me gloves, I always see her hands turn blue with cold.
These hands never took me to the hospital when I was ill. The hospital is not too far from my home, but I must run faster. My mother is tired of running with me, regardless of my back pain. Finally, my illness got better, but my mother had a fever. ...
My mother's hand accompanied me and made me grow up happily. I like mom's hands!
My mother is of medium height, with big bright eyes, a high nose and rough hands.
Because my father works outside all the year round, my mother works in those acres of land at home, and works in the fields every day, either weeding or irrigation, so my mother's hands are so rough, which is a symbol of hard work.
Mom's palm made me understand many things. Once I had a conflict with my classmates and didn't concentrate on my studies. The teacher criticized me after learning about it. After school, I came home flushed. My mother touched my head and asked me what was wrong. I thought about it and told the story frankly. My mother got angry when she heard this, and raised her hand and hit me with a bang. My tears suddenly fell straight like broken beads. I can't sleep at night. I reflect on this matter and feel that it is appropriate to get this slap. I feel that it is my mother's hope to unite and help each other with my classmates and study hard.
Last winter, my mother always got up early and cooked me a hot meal. Sometimes I get up late. My mother was afraid that I would be late, so she put the rice in two bowls and took pains to stir it with chopsticks to make it cool faster. After seeing me off at the school gate, my mother will rub my hand with her rough hands. At this time, my hands warmed up and I ran into the school excitedly.
My mother is not multilingual, simple and kind. She not only worked hard in our house with these rough hands, but also encouraged me to study with these warm hands, which made me understand a lot.
Mother's hands are not as dexterous as artists, nor as gentle as musicians, nor as meticulous as sculptors. Mother's hands are just a pair of ordinary hands, a pair of warm hands.
Mother's hands are a pair of wise hands. These hands can turn vegetarian dishes into delicious food, and ordinary dishes can also become fashionable at once.
Once, I encountered a problem when I was doing a problem, and I couldn't figure it out after racking my brains. Suddenly, I gained strength again, which was given to me by those wise hands. Mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter if you fail once, you can try again!" " "This unit has solved those problems again and again.
Mom's hand is warm. It is these hands that help me pass the exam again and again. As long as I think of my mother's warm hand, I will add strength to myself. That time, I got sick. It was those warm hands that touched my head again and again and comforted me: "Are you still uncomfortable?" What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you ... "Mom knows that I am greedy and want to eat something light when I am sick, so I quickly go to the kitchen and get busy again.
Mother's hands are hard-working hands.
During my school days, my mother had to do housework, knit sweaters, put my brother to bed and cook for the whole family ... but she never complained and continued to do these things in obscurity.
Mom, although your hands are covered with spots, in my eyes, they are always the most beautiful hands.
Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 6 Since I was born, my mother has been working hard for me every day. Those white and tender hands have become rough, but in my heart, those hands are always the most beautiful.
Mom's hand is warm. I remember that winter, it was very cold. At noon, my mother picked me up from school with an electric car, and I was shivering with cold all the way. My mother brought me a cup of hot water as soon as she got home. When I took the cup, I saw my mother's hands were red with cold, and there were some hard skins in some places. My nose is sour when I look at my mother's weather-beaten hands. Drinking hot water warms my heart.
Mom's hands are clean. On my balcony, I often see clean clothes hanging. Who washed it? Mom's hands, of course, those that have become rough because of housework. On weekends, my mother will clean the house, sweep the floor, clean the table and mop the floor. She bent down and worked meticulously, with rags and mops dancing happily in her hands. In a short time, the floor at home was clean, the table became bright, and the home became neat and warm.
Mother's hand is a clever hand. Mom is a teacher. During the day, she writes on the blackboard with chalk in her hand and corrects students' homework with a red pen. When I got home at night, I began to help me with my homework and answer my questions. She is talking, writing and drawing ... These hands have brought me profound teachings and infinite knowledge. ...
My mother's hand grew up with me. I like my mother's hands. I like my mother.
There are many kinds of hands in this world, warm hands, strong hands and small hands. However, in my mind, the most profound thing is my mother's loving hand!
My mother's hands are not too big or beautiful, but every time I see her hands, I can see my mother's hard work and hard work. My tears will roll in my eyes involuntarily, and my nose will be sour.
Time has come to wave this strange "magic wand". Time flows like a river, flowing like a river, inadvertently washing away countless beautiful memories. However, there are still several things that warm people's hearts. It attracts me like a magnet, and I can't help it!
My memory is a little vague, but I can almost remember it. I remember it snowed one winter. My friends and I made a snowman and had a snowball fight in the snow. We had a good time. But I didn't pay attention to the clothes. After playing, the clothes have been deformed by friends. I'm afraid my mother will scold me. What should I do? I tried my best to find a way to kill two birds with one stone. I'll put the dirty clothes in the closet first, and then change into a clean suit and take it out. The next day, when my mother went to work, I just washed my big clothes quickly.
The next day, I got up early and looked at my mother. She had disappeared. There was a "Chen Wenjing" sound in my ear. I walked over and saw that it was my mother washing yesterday's clothes for me. Her hands were red and swollen by cold water. I threw myself into my mother's arms with tears in my eyes. I didn't see that my mother was going to scold me. Mom said, "Happy childhood, never mind!" " "Smiled at me.
I said, "mom, I'll wash it!" "
Mom said, "Nothing, I'd better wash it!" " "Mom smiled at me.
Poor inherit the wind! Mother's loving hands can best reflect the most precious-maternal love!
My mother has a pair of dexterous hands. Mom can cook a good dish, a bunch of red and green dishes, which will soon become delicious food as long as they pass through her hands. I like eating sweet and sour hairtail cooked by my mother best, but my mother said it was taught by my grandmother. I don't believe it, because I think my mother is better than her grandmother, so I often joke with my mother: "You are really shine on you and better than blue!" My mother can not only cook, but also help me knit beautiful sweaters, comb all kinds of beautiful hair and even mend my clothes.
My mother has warm hands. When I encounter difficulties, my mother's hand will accurately grasp the root of the problem; When I encounter setbacks, my mother's hand will pat me on the head and help me cheer up; When I get good grades, my mother's hand will hold me and become my motivation to continue my efforts; When I was sick, my mother's hands became busier again. Touch my head for a while to see if I have a fever, give me medicine for a while and bring snacks and fruits for a while. At that time, I really hoped that time would stop flowing and let me enjoy the warmth brought by my mother.
My mother has a pair of strict hands. When I make a mistake of principle, my mother's hands will become severe. Looking at my mother's raised hand, what can I say? Only correct it quickly.
Although my mother's hands are small, in my heart, my mother's hands are a pair of magical hands.
Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 9 Every normal person has a pair of hands, and each hand is doing a different job. What warms me most is my mother's hand.
My mother raised me with warm hands and gave me infinite warmth; My mother knitted me a sweater herself, which made me feel warmer when it was warm. Going out to play in my mother's sweater makes my classmates envious. My mother raised me with both hands and raised me from the size of a kettle to now. My mother's hand gave me warmth. When I was in kindergarten, my mother held my hand and taught me to write. But sometimes when I make my mother angry, my mother will hit me with her hand. But when I am sick, she will touch my cheek with her hand and let me feel the greatness of maternal love. Mom does it by hand and does housework by hand, which makes me grow up in a comfortable environment. How great mom's hands are!
Recently, I found that my mother's hands are not as soft as before, and there are wrinkles. I thought: it must be that she used too much and didn't moisturize well. But in any case, her hand is always warm to me, it makes me realize the greatness of maternal love, and it makes me feel my mother's love. Even though it was rough, even though she was changing, my mother's love for me never changed.
I like mom's hands!
Mom's Hands Excellent Composition 10 Mom's Hands Mom has a pair of hands that can't be idle.
My mother takes care of me and my father besides going to work every day. After work, she will cook for us, help me with my homework and clean up. After cleaning the housework, my mother stayed up late typing papers and writing papers. Even on Saturday and Sunday, I have to wash clothes and I can't stop for a while.
My mother is a good cook, and her cooking is better than that of a senior chef. Especially, my mother's tomato and egg soup, braised fish and roasted meat with dried plums are all delicious, which makes people drool when I think about it.
Once, I was doing my homework upstairs when I heard a bang. At this moment, I wonder if something happened to my mother. So I quickly ran down from upstairs and went into the kitchen. I saw my mother kill fish, and I accidentally cut my hand and bled. At this time, I was at a loss, like an ant on hot bricks. At this time, I had a brainwave and remembered that there was a band-aid in the drawer upstairs, so I rushed upstairs to pick up the band-aid and left. I let my mother wash it with water first, and then wrapped it for my mother with a bright smile on her face. At this time, I found an old and hard cocoon on the left side of my mother's right middle finger. So I said to my mother, "mom, take a rest." My mother firmly refused and said, honey, my mother knows that you care about my mother. My mother is very happy, but there is still a lot of work to do at home. As soon as the voice fell, my mother began to clean up again.
Mom's hands are good.
Mother's hand is excellent composition 1 1 mother's hand. Everyone's mother has a pair of hands with different functions. My mother's hands can not only work, but also learn from me.
I remember once, I got more than 60 points in the exam and went home to tell my mother. At that time, my mother was so angry that her hair was almost burned out that she raised a stick and hit me. My mother hits me very fast, hitting a stick every two seconds, about 20 sticks. My body is black and blue, not only my body hurts, but also my heart hurts.
When I dream at night, it seems that someone is touching my head. I touched my mother's hand. My mother's hands are different from before. My mother's hands are white and tender, smooth and beautiful. Now, my mother's hands are very rough, and there are two or three small blisters on her hands, all of which are from work. The next day, my mother touched my head, held my hand and said, "son, listen carefully in class, and you are not allowed to take so many exams in the future." In the evening, I came home and found my mother cooking my favorite dish with her rough hands.
I remember once, I was only 6 years old. My grandmother has a cactus at home. I just felt the stabbing. Finally, I found that the existing cactus stabbed my finger. My mother was in a hurry and quickly took me to the river. My mother touched my hand with those hands and squeezed the thorn out of my finger. I didn't feel the pain, but I felt the warmth. After a while, I finally squeezed out the thorn. I smiled happily. My mother touched my head with those warm hands and said, "Son, don't touch cactus again, okay?"
Mom's hands are precious. Mother's hands protect us like the sky, and mother's hands protect us like the sea, so that we can grow up happily.
Mother's hand excellent composition 12 how familiar and kind the word mother is! My mother looks generous and polite. She is of medium height and has short hair. Eyebrows seem to be painted with strokes; Although her eyes are small, her eyesight is excellent, even a little dust on the table can't escape her eyes, and her eyes are narrowed into a line when she smiles. When she is angry, her eyes are not as small as usual, but they stare big, which is so scary! But mom is also good for us. There is also a talkative mouth under her pointed nose, and no one upstairs and downstairs says she is not good. This is my mother! What do you like best about your mother? I like mom's hands best! Because my mother washes and cooks for us with both hands, makes money for our labor with both hands, and creates a beautiful study and living environment for us with both hands. & So I like mom's hands! My mother takes me to school every morning and picks me up after work in the afternoon. I don't know how many times this has been repeated, but she didn't complain. When I am sick, she will stay by my side all night. When it rains after school, she will cover my head with an umbrella, but her clothes are wet. When my hands are cold, she will touch my cold little hands with her warm hands, and soon my hands will not be so cold. When I am in trouble, she will help me; When I made a mistake, she didn't beat and scold me like others, but persuaded me, educated me and let me know more knowledge. A sweet smile appeared on her face when I got good grades in the exam. When I don't do well in the exam, she will tell me not to lose heart and have another chance next time. Mom, she is the first candle in my heart, and I will try my best to repay my mother. Grade 6, No.2 Middle School, Grape Development Company, Horticultural Field, Turpan City, Xinjiang: Know yourself in cold and warm weather.
Mother's Hand Excellent Composition 13 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby, thrown in her arms ..." I have been singing this song since I was a child, and every time I sing this song, I will be moved to tears.
When I was very young, my mother hugged me and patted me gently with her hand. Once I lie in my mother's arms, I will not cry or make trouble, but sleep peacefully. When I was learning to walk, I sometimes wrestled. It was my mother's delicate hands that helped me up. When I was older, my mother took me out to play, and my little hand was held in my mother's big hand, which made me feel very warm and safe. In a snowy winter, my heel was twisted by my bike, and the pain was unbearable. My mother quickly carried me to the hospital. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely. When she arrived at the hospital for treatment, I was very scared. My mother touched my head with her hand and said to me, "It's okay, don't be afraid!" " At that moment, I felt the strength and warmth of my mother's hands; In the third grade, I played basketball every day after school. When I get home after playing basketball, I can have a hot dinner right away, which is made by my mother with hard-working hands. In my heart, it is more delicious than food. In the cold winter, my mother washed clothes by hand, and her hands were red with cold. When I saw this scene, my heart ached. I hurried over and warmed my mother's hand with my own hands. My mother's hands have become so rough. She uses such hands to express her love for me. ...
I love my mother, and I love my mother's hands!
Mother's excellent composition 14 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" Although this is just a nursery rhyme, it praises the great mother in the world. This song also expresses my deep love for my mother.
When I was very young, I remember that my mother had beautiful hands. With her beautiful hands, she washes clothes, cleans the house and cooks for us every day, which makes me thrive. Today, I grow strong and big.
By the time I started studying culture, my mother's hands began to get rough. Besides working hard every day, she also saved my tuition, bought me the best clothes, let me eat the most delicious food, have the most fun and live in the best house. My mother has only one goal-let me grow up happily and healthily, have the best childhood and the best life.
Now, I have grown up, learned more knowledge, understood more truth, and gradually understood that everything I have is made by my mother with her beautiful hands. Now, my mother's hands are getting rougher, and the veins on the back of her hand are bursting, which makes me very distressed. ...
How I wish I could go back in time and let my mother and I go back to the past, so that I will be more sensible than now, let my mother care less about me and let my mother be as beautiful as ever.
My mother has white hands. Her hands can make me happy.
Once, I was playing in front of my house, and a big black dog came out of nowhere and kept barking at me. The barking of the dog 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 by hand. She accidentally cut her hand, but my mother stopped growling about my stomach and got busy again. The sound of running water, the sound of cutting vegetables and the sound of cooking make up a wonderful piece of music. The food was finally ready, and my mother picked it up for me herself. Soon, a "vegetable mountain" was piled up in my bowl. From time to time, my mother persuaded me, "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 feed me medicine with her gentle hands for fear of hurting me. Those hands still touch my forehead from time to time, and I sit quietly like a lamb.
Whenever I am bullied, my mother's hand will come to my side, wipe away my tears, hold my hand and teach me how to understand, how to tolerate and how to get along with others. Sometimes my mother will tell some interesting stories and teach me. Soon, my troubles and sadness were forgotten, only my happiness, happiness and satisfaction.
This is the mother's hand, a pair of beautiful and magical hands. I love my mother, and I love these selfless loving hands even more.