I have a grandmother who is 63 years old. She has a few strands of white hair, a chubby body and hardworking hands.
After school in winter, I go out to play. Grandma is doing housework as usual. After an hour, I had enough fun. When I came back, I saw grandma was still busy and didn't finish eating. I came to have a look, and grandma's hands appeared a few calluses, and they became very red. After seeing them, I asked, "Is it cold outside?" Have you caught a cold？ Do you want a snack? "Then I touched my head and was relieved to see that I was all right. At this time, I noticed my grandmother's hands, which were much rougher in winter.
I went to write calligraphy after eating snacks. I licked my pen so much that I accidentally spilled black ink on my newly bought clothes. "Oh, what bad luck! I will be criticized by my mother! " Angry and anxious, tears fell unwillingly. I looked up at my grandmother who was knitting a sweater. She saw the ink on my clothes and frowned, so she let go and changed my clothes. I continue to write calligraphy. When I finished writing calligraphy, I found my grandmother in the bathroom. She is still washing my clothes. Although it is very cold, sweat still comes out from her head. She quickly brought a towel to wipe the sweat. Clothes for food, clothing, housing and transportation are all washed clean.
Grandma's hands are very considerate. Once, I didn't do well in the exam and went home dejectedly. Grandma touched my head and said, "I didn't do well in the exam this time." Pay attention next time. Come on! "
Ah! How great grandma's hands are!