1 In the morning, the sun rises slowly from the east. ...
Ding zero zero, ding zero zero! The alarm clock is ringing, it's time to get up. I stretched myself, took a shower and went to school with a small bag on my back.
"Rooster, rooster, oh, the children are up ..." As soon as you enter the school gate, you can hear the music during morning exercises.
"Sandy, put down your schoolbag and do morning exercises." A gentle and kind voice came to my ears, and I took a closer look. Oh, it was Miss Li who taught me math for three years.
"Teacher, my tonsils are inflamed. Mom said she sent you a WeChat. This is medicine. " "Let me see, you go back to work first." Listening to Miss Li's gentle voice, I feel like my voice is half restored.
After morning exercises, Miss Li first gave us a music lesson. Just as I was about to sing, Miss Li touched my back and said, "You don't have to sing, just know its melody." The moment Miss Li touched me, my heart suddenly felt warm.
One more thing: in our painting class, the teacher said that I could draw whatever I wanted, so I chose the teacher without hesitation. When I handed in the picture, Miss Li asked me why I wanted to draw her. I said, "Without a lovely teacher to impart knowledge to us, we can do nothing!" " She held me in her arms and said that I was the first person to draw her.
Here, I want to thank Miss Li. She treats us as her own children. She taught us all the knowledge. I want to thank her.
Teacher, you have worked hard, and I love you forever!
Perhaps, only those who love you the most will not pay attention to your honor, status and achievements, but think about whether you are painful or tired first. People who really care about you, their eyes can penetrate your aura, penetrate your disguise, and fall straight to your softest and most painful place to care about you.
He is sixteen years old. If you want to lighten the burden on the poor in your family, you can cut millet for someone else's family for ten dollars a day. Because I have been to school before, I seldom do farm work formally, so although I have great courage, I am still not sure.
As soon as I got on the court, facing the endless grain field, I spat on my hand, grabbed the sickle and rushed up. Take the time slowly, grit your teeth and stick to it, and finally end the day's work without falling too far behind. At that time, he was so excited that he almost ran home and showed off his own achievements to his family. Most of my family are happy for him. Only his mother grabbed his hand and said, "Does it hurt now?" The first time you make a sickle, you must sharpen your knife! "At that time, his palms were all blisters and he was distressed. At that time, when I heard my mother's words of concern, the pain in my hands was relieved at once.
I read this story when I was lying in bed reading a magazine in the afternoon. I saw an article in a book in which a mother said something similar. When a boxer finally won the championship after going through difficulties, someone called to congratulate him. Only his mother asked affectionately on the phone, "Son, do your hands hurt now?"
In this world, there can be one person who asks you if it hurts, and that person is your mother.
Mother has a pair of hard-working hands, which brings convenience and happiness to her. These hands can not only help mom cook and wash clothes, but also help her finish her work easily.
These hands are18.5cm long, 8.5cm wide and1.5cm thick. There are curved lines on the trimmed fingers and a white semicircle at the end of the nails. Look at the knuckles, there are purple vines (veins). There are three deep and thick lines on the palm of your hand. When you put your hands together, the two lines will connect into a line, and there are some deep and thin vertical lines on your fingers. Thousands of tiny pores on the back of the hand are unevenly distributed, and tiny white elves live in the pores. Cute!
Once, I wanted to learn to cook "stir-fried carrots and cucumbers" to reduce my mother's burden, but my mother only let me watch and wouldn't let me do it. I'm really worried. Mother washed the cucumber first, then held the heavy handle and paddled it with rapt attention. Those dexterous hands cut each cucumber round and thin, and then put the cucumber slices on the plate.
Inadvertently, standing by, I couldn't help but marvel: "The preparation process of carrot granules was completed so quickly!" In this way, "Hong Haier holds the green boat" is completed.
Mom's hands are really hardworking. I believe I will have a pair of hardworking hands, too.
She is always strict with us and seldom laughs. She works hard, carefully and responsibly. She is our head teacher-Miss Yin.
I remember one day in September that year, I entered a new learning environment and was extremely curious about new people and things. But at the same time of curiosity, I feel a little scared. On this day, I met my class teacher. She looks very strict, her brow is always frowning, and her face is always serious. From then on, her impression in my mind is-devil monitor.
But this impression was quickly broken. The New Year's Day of that semester was the first New Year's Day we spent together. Students were singing and dancing at the New Year's Day party, and then I saw a long-lost smile on her face. That smile is so beautiful.
I'm beginning to like this teacher.
I have always respected my teacher, but I made a mistake in an exam.
In that exam, the students' grades were very unsatisfactory. I felt ashamed when she read the result. Even if the teacher didn't say anything, I was still ashamed. Yes, I didn't really take the exam, I stole it.
After class, I trudged to the teacher's office. The door was open, as if to welcome me. I thought she would teach me a lesson, but she didn't. Instead, she said seriously, "You are a good boy, and your study is no worse than others. As long as you work hard, you will get good grades. You must believe in yourself. " I can't help crying.
Teacher Yin, thank you for your teaching. You pulled me back from the brink of falling.
These hands are not beautiful, exquisite or white, but they are very important to me and I regret it.
It, with a few blue veins clearly printed on the back of the hand, has a faint fragrance, sharp nails and clean inside, until that happened, which changed all this.
One Saturday morning, I was exhausted after exercise 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 softened, and promised me. We opened the suitcase and put the bag in. Although I saw my mother slam the door hard, I only heard a soft door closing sound, and then my mother greeted me with a scream. The cry echoed in the parking lot, and I was frightened at once. I suddenly turned my head and ran to see. I'm surprised: how did this happen? I saw my mother's nails, which were originally white and red, turned into bloody blue. It turned out that the heavy suitcase was holding her hand down. I seem to feel the sting, but my mother just said softly, "Let's go." She fought back the biting pain. There seems to be a snake 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!
From then on, my mother became more and more fond of hands and bought all kinds of hand cream. They are better maintained than before, but the scars are clearly left on her hands.
Although there is an obvious scar on my mother's hand, I regard these flawed hands as important as treasures. These flawed hands make me regret it.
Bang, the water in the faucet can't wait to come out, and countless small water droplets converge into a white water column and spray out. Naughty water drops are jumping, patting the edge of the washbasin and making a "slapping" sound, as if clapping for themselves. Some water drops jumped farther and landed directly outside the washbasin and on the surface of white marble, leaving some water marks. I have some in my hand, too Cool and comfortable. There is a water drop rolling on the dial of the watch, lonely and unaccompanied.
I reached out and let the water soak it. My hands are sticky and uncomfortable after eating watermelon. I put on a little hand sanitizer and rubbed it a few times. In an instant, many white bubbles swallowed my hand. I put my hand under the faucet, and those white bubbles were washed down by the strong current, fell into the washbasin and were quickly washed away by the water. There is only some hand sanitizer left, and some hand sanitizer sticks to the washbasin wall. I want to wash it off, too I turned down the water, and it flowed down my hand into the washbasin, splashing bubbles after bubbles. Bubbles don't seem to want to leave the washbasin and enter the dark and long sewer. They wandered around the drain of the washbasin, unwilling to leave for a long time. Some people cling to the sewer and refuse to let go, struggling to stay. Bubbles are getting smaller and smaller, leaving only water droplets jumping in the washbasin, shining in the light and dazzling. ...
The hand is an indispensable organ of human beings, a tool, a broadsword, or ...
Hands are priceless, even a thousand dollars can't buy a pair of hands. If one day you suddenly lose your hands, you are dead. However, some people have no hands, but they have made double efforts and gained something. There is a brother who has no hands living upstairs in my house.
That brother lived in this building only last year. At first, I was a little afraid of this brother, because he had no hands, which was really scary. But after getting to know him, I'm not afraid of him anymore.
I went to play with my brother that day and found him writing with his mouth. I asked him, "haven't you finished your homework yet?" He said, "It's over." "Then what are you writing?" "I'm previewing the new lesson, because I'm worried that I won't have time to take notes with my mouth when the teacher lectures, so I have to work harder than normal people to learn more knowledge." "But I finally came out to play with you." "Well, I'll play with you for a while!" An hour passed quickly, and he sat on his high desk again, previewing his lessons. I will never forget that serious expression.
Two days later, I came to his house again, and he was still writing with his mouth. Whenever I go to see him, he is always writing something. Once I couldn't hold back, I asked his mother, "Why has he been writing?" Aunt replied with emotion: "that's because he doesn't want to be worse than others." He wants others to know that he can do it with or without hands! " "
The story of this brother made me understand that as long as you work hard, you will definitely get something.
There is a pair of dexterous hands in this world that can accompany me attentively. Although they are not as white and tender as our hands, they always make me proud and moved. These hands are my mother's.
Mother likes knitting sweaters very much. Every morning, my mother has started knitting sweaters. When she knits a sweater, she is always attentive. Once she starts knitting, she won't stop smiling and even want to eat. 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. After a night's hard work, this sweater is finally knitted, with a small plum blossom embroidered on it, so that I can bloom like a plum blossom in the cold winter. This is knitted by my mother herself. On that day, my tears fell down.
Mother used an unremarkable waste newspaper and soon became a beautiful paper crane. After painting, she put the paper crane in the sun to make it look lifelike. Therefore, sisters always learn from their mothers. Mom is also our good role model! I am proud of my mother's handmade works!
My mother is also an "artist", and her paintings are always praised by others. I remember my mother had a picture, and I liked it very much. It took my mother three days to finish painting, but my mother was always dissatisfied and thought about it every night. Finally, I saw my mother take out the painting and play with it. This time, things are different. This picture is flashing. 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 a little memory. Your daughter will be in my heart forever. Whenever I look at that sweater, this is the best memory you give me. Mom, I love you!
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!
Mom's hands are not too big or beautiful, but every time I see her hands, I can see her hard work and struggle. My tears will roll in my eyes involuntarily, and my nose will be sour.
Time came, waving this strange "magic wand", time flowed like a river, flowing like a river, and I accidentally washed 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!
Excellent Handwriting 10 Everyone's hands are different, and children's hands are fat and white; Mother's hands are slender and dexterous; Dad's hands are big and he feels strong. What impressed me most was grandma's hand.
Grandma's hands are yellow, they look thick and thin, and the bones are protruding, only covered with a layer of skin and no meat at all. The wrinkles on the back of her hand are all together, and there are still many scars on her hand, which may have been accidentally cut while cooking.
Grandma cooks for our family early every day. In the morning, the bright sunshine shone on me through the glass, the breeze blew around me, and the sound of chopping vegetables surrounded my ears, so I woke up. When I went to the kitchen, I saw my grandmother cooking. She gripped the handle tightly with both hands. Because of the hard work of the veteran, the joints on the fingers are obviously protruding and the wrinkles on the hands are flattened. She quickly cut the dish into pieces. Suddenly, the wind roared, the sky sank, birds flew back to their nests and the sky thundered. Grandma paused, and the knife accidentally cut her finger and the skin broke. Grandma gritted her teeth in pain and blood flowed out. I quickly asked her if it hurt, and she told me not to talk loudly to wake my parents. I saw that she quickly took out the band-aid from the cupboard, carefully blew her finger, gently stuck the band-aid on her hand, and went to prepare breakfast. After a day, grandma took off the band-aid. Although the bleeding stopped, it still left a deep scar.
Sometimes, I don't listen to my mother. Grandma can't help it. She will hold her hand tightly and the blue veins on her hand will be exposed. Her angry eyes will beat like flames, and I will obey at once.
Grandma's hands are rough, which contains her selfless dedication to us and love for our family.
Excellent composition 1 1 In my mind, many things have been blurred. However, there is one thing I will never forget, and that is my father's hand!
Dad's hands are hardworking hands. Every morning, my father gets up early and goes out to work. At noon, my father came home again, took a few bites casually and went out. Mother often says to her father, "Have a rest! Leave the work to the workers! " But dad just wouldn't listen. Mother always said helplessly, "He! If you don't do well, you will feel uncomfortable. " Sometimes, my father has too much work to finish during the day and has to work overtime at night. Sometimes, I have fallen asleep, and my father is still trying. After years of hard work, my father's hands have already changed from those young and energetic hands to a pair of rough and humble hands.
Dad's hands are a pair of patient hands. Every time, I don't understand math problems, and my father always patiently explains them to me with his fingers. Sometimes, once I don't understand, my father still won't give up and tell me bit by bit. Sometimes, I still write it on paper, so that I can better understand the meaning of the topic until I understand it. Gradually, under my father's patient teaching, my math scores have improved a lot!
Ah, how proud and great dad's hands are!
The handwriting is excellent 12. I have a pair of hands, which are thick and fat. They really don't look good. However, I have seen many people's hands, all different, but their functions are basically the same. Rough hands are basically skilled hands. Rough hands reveal the beauty of a man's strength. Delicate hands, showing a woman's femininity. Different hands reflect different lives, and we can see their lives through their hands.
I have two hands to show my life. I saw that those hands belonged to different people, and each hand wrote the course of life, although each hand was different. However, the commands conveyed by each physical opponent make the hand repeatedly perform various useful or useless actions. The hand is a tool of the brain and can only obey the nerve instructions of the brain. The value of the hand is a tool, which is to be used. It has no thoughts, just obeys blindly. Maybe you start to like it, maybe you don't care about it at all, but it is your hand and an inseparable part of your body.
I have two hands. I love my hands, although they are not beautiful compared with many people's hands. In fact, beauty and ugliness cannot hinder love. I should love my body. I thank God and my parents for giving me sound limbs. Maybe my appearance is not beautiful, and my hands are not beautiful, but I am sound. I have all the organs that a person should have. What else do I need to do?
I have a pair of hands, which can guarantee that I can do simple work. I am engaged in fishing, simply catching fish from the sea and entering the aquatic product market for sale. Sometimes, I don't want big hands, because big hands don't look good. But sometimes I wish my hands had extraordinary power, but extraordinary power must have a pair of big hands.
I have a pair of hands, and I will always use them to construct the beautiful life I yearn for in my heart.
Excellent Calligraphy 13 Liu Qian has a pair of magical hands, Yang li Ping has a pair of peacock hands that can dance, and in my family, there are a pair of hands that are not afraid of hard work and a pair of dexterous and warm hands.
Hands that are not afraid of hard work-Dad's hands
My father is an engineer. He travels a lot and has little time to spend with my mother and me, but he has made great contributions to society. The natural gas we usually use for cooking is pumped out by my father and my uncles day after day and year after year. These hands bring happiness to the society and warmth to the family. Once, I couldn't do a math problem, and it happened that my father was at home. He told me seriously, explaining the formulas used in the problem, the skills and ideas of solving the problem, and giving many analogy examples. After listening to this, I was suddenly enlightened, my heart was warm and I admired my father. It seems to me that my father is a famous mathematician.
Clever and warm hands-mother's hands
My mother's hands are very dexterous. Listen, she is calling me again: "Dream, come and see, my embroidered gourd!" " "I ran over and saw that the small gourd was embroidered with" in and out "and" peace "at the same time, and a big word" fu "was embroidered on it. The stitches are meticulous and vivid. Mom's hands are warm, too! In order to let us live a carefree life, she always works diligently and conscientiously, and works part-time, and often works overtime on the computer at night. When she is typing, listening to the rhythmic sound of tapping the keyboard and looking at her elegant posture make people feel very happy. However, hearing her moan with shoulder pain and seeing her walking back and forth in the living room while swinging her arms made my nose sour.
These two hands decorate our lives carefully! These two opponents bring me great warmth. I love these two hands!
Excellent composition of hands 14 that time, a pair of warm hands lifted me up and helped me helpless. What happened? I'll tell you right now.
I was in the third grade. One snowy winter night, I finished my English class and stood at the door waiting for my mother to pick me up. I don't know how long I have been waiting, but my mother hasn't come yet. If my mother doesn't come, I think I'll go home by myself.
So I walked in the snow with my bag on my back. After a while, my hands and feet began to numb, feeling that everything was cold and the snow was creaking under my feet. My nose is sore. Why doesn't my mother come to pick me up? Now I have a thin layer of snow. Suddenly I stepped on the ice, slipped and fell to the ground. It hurts! A cold tear fell on the snow, and I was very sad. Suddenly a pair of warm hands lifted me up, and I looked back, ah! It's aunt Lin in the store at the door! "Not broken! Bones are brittle in winter. Don't break them. Does it hurt? Why didn't aunt take you to the hospital? " A word of asking about cold and warmth seems to melt the snow on my body and make me as warm as by the fire. "Nothing!" I cried and said, "Come on, aunt, I'll take you home." "Aunt Lin, that's very kind of you," I said. She just smiled. ...
When I got home, I found my mother watching TV. What happened? It turned out that my careless mother thought I was still watching TV at home after class at half past eight!
Aunt Lin's hand is as warm as my mother's and gives me warmth and help when I am most helpless.
Excellent handwriting 15 grandma's hands are covered with calluses and rough.
One day at noon, I was idle when I heard a voice calling, "Michelle Chen, bring me a band-aid." "Oh, here we are." I quickly found a band-aid. Run to grandma at the speed of Liu Xiang run 100 meter. I saw grandma's blood flowing downwards, wiping the wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodophor in one hand. While wiping, he said, "Come and paste it for me." "Oh!" I carefully took grandma's hand and gently put the band-aid on her wound.
At this time, I only saw the marks left by the knife in the blisters on grandma's hands. My heart slightly zheng, a sour feeling welled up in my mind. It suddenly occurred to me that a game I played with my grandmother when I was a child was called "building a wall". At that time, those hands were still very shiny and smooth. Although relaxed, there is no scar. But now ... grandma's hands are full of calluses, because she was accidentally burned by the stove. And the scar that has been wiped off because I accidentally left it on my hand when I cut vegetables ... The feeling of being sour in my heart is gradually brewing. Like an overturned five-flavor bottle, it is stuck in my heart and difficult to disperse.
Grandma is not at home these two days. On Saturday, my mother went to work and my father was not at home, so the heavy responsibility of washing dishes fell on me. When I put my hand into the water, I felt freezing cold. I choked back my discomfort and put my hand in and washed it. I couldn't help taking my hand out in the middle of washing. It's too cold! I suddenly remembered. Is grandma always so cold and biting when washing dishes? Although this is a trivial matter on weekdays, it needs great perseverance to complete it. Me, mopping the floor, grandma lost her temper when she saw that I was fine. It's a pity to think about it now Grandma has worked hard all her life. She couldn't stop in her later years. She is a real working people.
I love my grandma!