Dad's hand 1 Dad's hand used to be smooth, but now it has become rough, which is the result of his efforts. Therefore, dad's hand is the hand that contributes the most, the hand that can support the family and the greatest hand in the world.
Although my father's hands are rough, full of calluses and dirty, I know that my father's rough and dirty hands are caused by work. Although my father's hands are dirty, I still like them. It is the greatest hand, the most powerful hand and the most lovely hand in my mind.
On one occasion, my father's hand was injured by a tool and he lost a lot of blood. Looking at it, I was so worried that I almost cried, but my father's hand stroked my head and said that our man Wang Ruitao was crying. Hearing this sentence from my father, I stopped crying at once, but I still said sadly, "Dad, take a rest for two days!" " "Dad immediately came to comfort me and said," Don't cry, don't cry, dad doesn't hurt. Dad will have a rest tomorrow and dig wild vegetables, okay? "I immediately cheered up and said," Good! "But later I learned that my father didn't really dig wild vegetables, but dug some wild vegetables after work. I felt love from my father's hands.
Dad went to work without telling me, just to earn more money for my school and support my family. I hurt my hand and couldn't bear to take a day off. My father did this for the family and for me. So I want to study hard, make progress every day, be obedient, don't make my parents angry, and don't talk back to my parents. Reward my parents with my grades.
Dad's Handwriting 2 Spring is a beautiful season and a season full of vitality. I am so attached to and like spring. However, as the common people say, spring is also a good season for getting sick. ...
It was the afternoon of March 28th, when I was walking in the stadium with my friends, I suddenly got a call from my mother, saying that my father's hand was suddenly swollen badly and asked me to go to the hospital with my father. My heart hung up, because my parents would never call me for no reason unless there was something urgent.
The next morning, when I arrived at Changzhi People's Hospital, my father was already waiting at the door of the operating room. When he saw me, he still smiled kindly, which made my hanging heart slightly lower. However, when the doctor opened the gauze, the doctor, the nurse and I were all shocked. The pus rushed out of that small mouth, and the doctor said in surprise, "It's amazing, how can this place be infected!" " The nurse said, "Go to the hospital. Look at this hand! " Although the doctor was surprised, after changing the medicine, he let us test the fasting blood sugar and make drug sensitivity, and let us go home for infusion. "What's the next step after the test?" The doctor threw me a sentence: "that's endocrinology!" " "Feelings tell me that my father's hand has become a problem! Helpless and ignorant, I led my father home. That night at my house, the severe pain made my father moan constantly, and I couldn't sleep over and over. An invisible thing tore my heart violently.
Dad's hands are tall and big, with dark skin, heavy eyebrows and a square face. Engaged in transportation all the year round, the back of the hand is as rough as the bark of an old pine tree. My hands have cracked a series of holes and worn out thick calluses.
They say they are soft, but I think their hands are soft, too. I work in three shifts and take me to school every day. Mouth, often touching his head and saying, "Go in and listen to the teacher." If I can't sleep or have nightmares, clap my hands. I don't think my hands are rough and soft at all.
I remember last winter, I was in poor health and didn't study. After school, I asked the village doctor to hang salt water for me. It's past ten o'clock in the middle of the night after hanging salt water. I went to bed as soon as I got home. About two hours, I was itchy all over, crying and waking up. Run said: "I am allergic to salt water. Stop scratching, you'll bleed. I'll rub it for you. " I rubbed it with my hands over and over again, and the ground stopped itching. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, it was already dawn. You look tired. I think I must have stayed up all night. I wonder how long he rubbed it for me. The hand I picked up was warm and soft.
You also love your rough and soft hands.
My father's hand has done many things for our family, such as lighting the living room, collecting rent and paying utilities.
Dad's hand, because of working in the workshop, grinded out some cocoons, some of which were grinded out by dad drawing a picture every day when he was a child. So now I'm learning sketch, and the teacher gives me homework. When I draw, my father can also give me some guidance. Dad's hands are rough, but now he begins to love them. In winter, he bought himself a pair of thick gloves to prevent the battery car from being blown apart when he sent me to school every day. My father's palm is covered with calluses and hard as a drum skin. Touching my face is like rubbing my face with sand and cutting it with a knife. Dad's thumb nails are wide and flat. Maybe men's thumb nails are like this. My father's hands are much bigger than mine, mainly because of many calluses and swollen skin, so they are much bigger than mine.
Father's hands are still very dexterous. Can cut window grilles, draw gouache, traditional Chinese painting, cartoon, sketch, write brush strokes and so on. I remember one final exam, when my father signed well, the teacher praised my father at the parent-teacher meeting.
In my mind, my father's hand can support our family. It is a pair of dexterous and multifunctional hands, which can teach me to do many things and handcraft. I like my father's hands, and I like my father better.
My father's hands are amazing. Whenever I fail, my father always has a bowl of hot soup that I like to drink, which warms me and inspires my confidence.
There was a Chinese final exam, and three points were deducted because I read the wrong question. However, I am the only one in my class who has made such a mistake. I cried on the way home. Although I was sad, I told myself: "I can't cry after I go home, and I can't tell my father!" " "As soon as I set foot in the house, my heart thumped. Walking into the living room, I saw my father setting tables and chairs. When my father saw me coming back, he quickly said to me, "Daughter, how was the exam today?" "After listening to my father's words, I was sad again, and tears flowed down like unstoppable rain. Dad saw me crying and didn't say a word. He caressed me with one big, hot hand, and wiped my tears with the other hand to comfort me silently. Suddenly, I felt a ray of sunshine shining on me. " What are you doing? "Dad finally spoke," tell dad! "Tell me kindly. I said, "I found something in the exam and deducted three points." "Dad rubbed his hands and caressed my face." Don't be afraid! Failure is the mother of success. As long as you remember the lesson, you will always succeed. "Dad said kindly to me. I smiled and threw myself into my father's arms, touching my head with one hand, which was extremely warm.
Whenever I succeed, whenever I fail, my father's hand will always be with me. I love my father's hand and enjoy the warmth of his big hand!
Everyone has seen countless hands since childhood, thick, thick, delicate and wrinkled ... but I think the most special hand is dad's hand, which is a pair of dexterous, powerful and warm big hands.
Dad's hands are thick and big, and the veins stand out under his pale skin. My two fingers only touch one of my father's fingers. What is more striking is that there are two or three calluses between my father's palms, which are the traces left by his years of moving goods.
Dad's hand has the most special place, which is very powerful. Once, our class held a sports meeting and my father came. We are going to move a big table, and several students will work together. The table has not moved. Just when we were sad and helpless, dad appeared. I saw that he grabbed both ends of the table with both hands and lifted it hard, and the table was moved. My classmates and I were shocked!
Dad's hands are still very dexterous. Once, the art teacher asked us to make a chair out of colored paper. I worked for a long time, but the chair couldn't stand up, just like a "tumbler". Once you let go, fall at any time. Dad saw it and took out four toothpicks and fixed them on four legs. As soon as he inserted them, the chair really stood up. It was amazing! He easily accomplished what I couldn't do with all my efforts.
In life, there are many things that need dad to do. These hands hold me, warm me and care about me.
Father's Hand I am growing up now, but my father is getting old. I don't know when his face is full of wrinkles; I don't know when, my father's hand grinds out cocoons, which are thick and hard ... Those hands have accompanied me for more than ten spring, summer, autumn and winter. Those hands are always scarred by me sometimes.
That day, I said to my father, "Dad, I want to eat fish." Dad said, "Then I'll buy it for you at noon, and we'll kill the fish." When I got home at noon, my father had bought fish. A big black fish is swimming in the basin. Dad started killing fish. The action was quick, the knife was sharp, and the fish was broken smoothly. At this moment, the knife suddenly disobeyed and scraped my father's hand. Suddenly, blood flowed. I was so scared that my mother quickly took my father to the hospital. I looked at the knife and hated it. Then I picked it up, slammed it on the ground and went back to the house angrily. Dad came back, looking at his hand wrapped in gauze, I felt very uncomfortable. I tried to keep my tears from flowing.
Now I seldom touch my father's hand, but the rough and warm feeling is engraved in my heart!
My father has warm hands. In my impression, these hands are always warm and bring me a lot of joy and warmth. Sometimes I feel thirsty and want to drink water. As soon as I am ready to pour water, my father will automatically fill the cup with water and hand it to me. He smiled and said, "Be careful not to burn it, and then drink it when it is cold."
Dad's hands are warm and strong. I remember that time, I don't know if it was because I got up too early or because I painted for a long time. I fell asleep on the sofa unconsciously while painting. Dad saw it and was afraid that I would catch cold, so he picked me up with his big and powerful hands, gently put me on the bed, covered me with a quilt, and then quietly left. As soon as I woke up, I found that my father's hands had not been washed, so I grabbed my father's hand and said, "Dad, let me help you wash your hands." At this time, I found many calluses and several wounds on my father's hands. Ah! Aren't all these wounds caused by my father peeling apples for me? Think about the time when my father taught me one by one when I couldn't write the purpose. When I was sick, my father stayed up all night and sent me to the hospital to take care of me. When I am cold, my father uses his big hand to keep me warm. ...
Dad, your hand is a kind greeting to me; Is my strong protective shield; It is a story book that will never be finished. Dad propped up my life with two hands, and also propped up our whole happy family! Dad's hands are like blue sky, and dad's love is more like towering mountains!
Father's Hands I like my mother's delicate hands and my brother's chubby hands, but I prefer my father's dexterous and powerful hands.
Dad's hands are big and rough. Dad's hands are special, his nails are big, and his fingers are oval, but they are powerful. I asked my father, "Why are they strong?" Dad smiled and said, you will know when you grow up.
Dad's hands are very dexterous. One day, the teacher assigned an assignment at school to make a car. As soon as I got home, I lay in bed and didn't even eat. My dad looked at it and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong with my son?" Tell me about it. "I told my father in detail about building a car. Dad said, "It's easy to do this. I'll teach you. "Dad took a can, a pair of scissors in one hand, cut the can open, and then made a car with a piece of cardboard and glue.
Dad's hands are strong hands. When I was a child, my father often threw me into the air and held me firmly. Then I will hold my father tightly, and his strong hand will throw me up and catch me until I laugh.
Dad's hands are thick, big and capable, and they are priceless.
Dad's hand 10 Since I was born, I have a pair of soft hands holding me to learn to walk. Those hands often hold me in warm arms, which makes me feel happy and warm: those hands have been holding my direction and teaching me to be meticulous; These hands taught me to write and draw ... those are my father's big hands full of warmth and love.
My father's hand has been with me for 10 years, bringing me from a naive and lovely little girl to a student with excellent academic performance.
Dad's hand can write a good hand. His handwriting is so beautiful that everyone can't help but marvel at it. Sometimes I think: Is Dad's hand magic? Dad smiled and said, "As long as you work hard, you will definitely surpass me." So, every day my father holds my hand with those warm hands and writes. Time passed unconsciously, and my handwriting became better and better. Often praised by classmates and teachers.
Dad's hands are still very hardworking. He often washes clothes instead of me. I often see him pick up soap and wipe it where there are stains. ...
Dad, I want to thank you. Your hands have taught me to write, do things and be a man. It is also your hand that holds up a blue sky in my heart.
Dad's hands 1 1 My father has a pair of hands and can do many things.
Dad's hands are very dexterous. It can "transform" a plastic bag and a few pieces of wood into a beautiful kite and fly in the blue sky. Look, dad is writing there! I saw my father writing on a piece of paper with a pen. Soon, the white paper was full of neat words.
Dad's hands are agile. When I was about five years old, my father played the piano better than I did then. Although I only taught myself, and I am not young, my father's hands are not reconciled. As long as I have leisure, my father always takes out dozens of minutes to practice. Although my father's hand is a little big, my father is very diligent and can make it up, but he still plays well. Whenever my father's rough, powerful, broad and khaki hands fly a little white on the keys, there will always be wonderful, smooth and charming music. These hands used to be my direction. Although these hands have not practiced piano today, their perseverance and persistence are still worth learning.
My father's hands are dexterous, my father's hands are agile, my father's hands … In short, no matter what my father's hands are, I love them. Of course, I love my father more!
Dad's hand 12 When I was a child, I came into contact with many hands, some were thick and powerful, some were warm and delicate, some were immature and dexterous ... but my favorite hand was my father's.
Dad's hands are thick and strong. Once, I was laughed at by my classmates and cried all the time when I got home. Knowing that I was laughed at by my classmates, my father calmed my heart with a thick and powerful hand and said, "Nothing, talking about others means talking about myself. For example, he said that others are idiots, which is equivalent to saying himself. " I can't help laughing.
Dad's hand is the hand that creates wealth. Although he gets off work a little late every day, he wants to earn more money, so he works overtime, but he still plays with me on Saturday and Sunday or plays cards at home. ...
Dad's hands are rough. Whenever he comes home from work, I will look at his hand and find wrinkles and countless calluses on the back of his hand, and sometimes the back of his hand will peel off. Whenever I sleep, I touch my father's hand, which is rough every time. ...
Ah, I love my father's hand, which is thick and powerful, creating wealth and rough. Although dad gets off work a little late every day, I won't resent it. I love my father's hand, and I love my father even more!
Father's hand is an ordinary mental worker, so his hand is not so rough and he can tap the keyboard flexibly.
My dad's hands will be the same as others all year round: they will get cocoons. If you don't believe me, feel the skin under the nails of people who knock on the keyboard all the year round. It is hard but not soft. Because of frequent contact with the keyboard, he gave birth to self-protection-hard cocoon.
Dad's hands are slender and slender. It is because of these hard hands that my father was admitted to HKUST. It is because of these hands that Dad got a job as a software engineer. Dad's hand is like a flexible pigeon, and he can hit the keyboard quickly and accurately when typing. Dad's hand is like a computer that can read typos. It can detect my typos and let me correct them in time.
My mother told me an interesting story. I was only one or two years old at that time. I like to touch my mother's hand after waking up every morning. One day, I touched a hand, which was not as fleshy and soft as my mother's. I immediately opened the hand. I opened my eyes and saw that it was my father's hand.
I like my father's hands because he can take me out to play and teach me to ride a bike. ...
Ah! Dad's hand makes our family happy, can bring us happiness, and gives us incomparable care and care. Let our family be full of joy and vitality. Ah! Dad's hands are great! Let's admire it! Dad, thank you for your big hand! Let's get happiness.
My father has a pair of rough big hands with clear lines, which brings me many happy and beautiful memories.
Dad's hand is a hard-working big hand. Because my mother is very busy at work, she often has no air traffic control housework. So things like buying food and cooking, sweeping the floor and cleaning the windows are all done by dad. Years of housework have left many calluses on his hands.
My father has strong hands. One winter vacation, I was in a daze because of a high fever. It was late at night and it was hard to play. Everyone is at a loss. At this moment, I saw my father pick me up from the bed with his strong hands, open the door and go straight to the hospital. My father was panting and sweating several times along the way, but he still insisted on taking me to the hospital. In the hospital, I found my father's hands red with cold.
Dad's hands are still dexterous. Whether it's the TV, computer or my toy at home, he can fix it as long as it's not particularly bad. Besides, his cooking skills impressed us. Several vegetables and some spices became a delicious dish in his hand.
As time went on, my father's hands became less powerful and rougher. However, my father's hand continues to contribute to my family. I want to thank my father's hand.
Dad's hand 15 Since I was born, I have a pair of hands to lead me to learn to walk. A pair of little hands often hold me in warm arms and make me feel happy and warm; A pair of hands often hold me high to "fly the plane"; There are two hands that have been holding my direction and teaching me to be meticulous. That's dad's hand. My father's hand has been with me for 10 years, which has made me grow from a naive child to a good student with excellent academic performance.
Dad's hands are warm. When I was a child, I always kicked the quilt when I slept. At this time, my father will hug me with warm hands, pat me gently and sing my favorite songs until I fall asleep.
Dad's hand is a source of encouragement for my progress. Once, my teacher recommended me to take part in a recitation contest. Although I practiced it many times at home, my hands were still shaking when I came on stage. You know, this is the first time for me to show my grace in front of so many people. At this time, I only heard a burst of applause from the audience. Ah, how loud and powerful a pair of applause is, how familiar it sounds! I turned around and searched in the vast sea of people. Ah, it was dad standing under the stage. I immediately read aloud with confidence and joy. I won the second prize in the recitation contest that time.
Behind every success, there is always a pair of hands that give me courage and increase my confidence, and that is my father's loving hands. I love my hands, and I love my dear father even more.