Mom's hand

In the world of hands, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote a pair of industrious hands of my mother. Her hands are not so big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand.

when the chicken crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands are working again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner. At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands are working all the time.

Mother's hand is both industrious and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It's late at night, and it's getting colder. My hands are trembling and I dare not write, for fear of doing my homework badly. At this time, my mother came to my side and said to me with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently sandwiched my hand between hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously.

I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit with my feet. I managed to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I decisively took off my boots and prepared to ask my mother to wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me. Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door and washed them when the weather was warmer. The next day, when the weather was a little warmer, I went to wash my

boots. But there's no sign of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "swish, swish, swish". Isn't this the sound of mom's hands at work? I followed the sound. In the courtyard, I found my mother, who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was cold, a few crystal beads of sweat still fell from my mother's cheeks. I went to her side, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken away her boots and brushes. In the end, mom washed it. After washing, she baked her boots meticulously. When I put them back on, my eyes were blurred with tears.

ah! I want to praise, praise my mother's hand, but also praise you-mother. 2. Profile description of my mother's composition < P > My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose.

My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood.

I saw a busy figure, and that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. I usually live in my grandmother's house, and I can only see my mother on Saturday and Sunday.

Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by my teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and works with me to correct the sick sentences. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, and combined with my composition, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written.

My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life. I remember one day, there was heavy snow in the sky, and in a short time, the whole city became a sea of snow, a paradise of snow and a world of snow.

On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to have my deciduous teeth pulled out. I didn't want to go because I was afraid of pain. I argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother, and I threw snowballs at my mother.

I thought: Mom is really unreasonable. Why do I have to have my teeth pulled out in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall off itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I didn't feel any pain at all.

later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mom said: "If you pull out the movable deciduous teeth, the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the movable deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile!" Sure enough, because all the deciduous teeth in the middle of my lower row were pulled out, my permanent teeth were very neat, and I was relaxed and happy when I smiled.

Mother, what a word that all the children in the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor that nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return.

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moistening your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in the severe winter. The love my mother gave me was real, simple, stern and sometimes poetic. 3. Write a composition about your mother with 2 words in profile.

Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother, but my mother is different. She caresses you in a special way, so I admire her very much. I remember when I was 8 years old, I went shopping with my mother. I fell down in the street, and I cried desperately. My mother saw that I was still crying on the ground, and she stepped forward and kicked me without melancholy, saying that you were crying and I didn't want you. I stopped crying at once and my mood improved. I've learned a truth. Never cry when things are difficult. Crying can't solve the problem. For example, if you lose 2 yuan, you will be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of mood, mother. I understand your suffering. Mother, I love you

There is a sentence buried in a hidden corner of my memory. It is very small, though it is short, it will never be forgotten by me.

In the second grade of primary school, some of my classmates and I always quarreled about trivial things, and every time we fought, we were blushing and often had a cold war.

Mother didn't say anything when she found out.

until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand. Bright red blood came out of the white arm. I quickly took medicine to help my mother wrap her bleeding hand.

Mother still didn't say anything, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said, "If only you and your classmates could do this!"

I started to refute it.

after I finished, my mother said to me calmly, "I believe that it is necessary to be tolerant to get along with others." Then quietly walk out of the house and close the door for me.

I thought about it for a long time that night. And now I have changed a lot because of one sentence.

Mothers are all over the world, and maternal love is scattered in every corner of the world. Motherly love is selfless and silent. 4. junior high school composition describing maternal love in profile

Mom, although you and I get along day and night, you still don't know what I'm thinking?

You often tell me about your childhood. I really envy you. You can do whatever you want except what grandma asks you to do. But now, you have turned away the opportunity for me to exercise in nature and life.

These days, I have a little cold and cough. You are busy asking questions, buying me medicine, injections and cupping. Dad sighed and said, "Do you have any resistance?" Summer vacation is coming, I want to travel alone, but you are not at ease. I don't think you are free to stay with me at all. So, I decided to go back to my hometown in the countryside with Wu Dan. Wu Dan and grandma went back first, and I set off from Yan 'an after preparing for the piano exam. You always didn't trust me alone, and finally entrusted me to an acquaintance. When I returned to my hometown, I realized how poor my physique was. The children there climbed trees on the wall, but I couldn't. Grandma planted a lot of fruit trees when she was in the country, and now they are full of fruits. We want to eat, but we can't get up. Looking at my grandfather standing on the walnut tree and picking walnuts one by one, I jump straight under the tree in a hurry. Later, I insisted on picking pears on the tree, but my grandmother had no choice but to work hard with Wu Dan to get me on the pear tree, sitting on the tree and eating the pears I picked. It felt so good. In the countryside, I can't stand a little injustice, and I want to cry when I feel a little unhappy, so I want to call you. But I know how to go on like this. Mom, please don't cultivate me in the greenhouse. Let me exercise more in nature and life. I have received too much care and lost too much. 5. A profile description of a father's love for a mother's love is urgent. I want speed

A willow tree in the summer of my mother is the shelter of my children's scorching sun. The sweat of my children is your tears. The laughter of my children is your music. A quilt in my mother's winter is where my children's fierce cold wind stops their shivering. Your children's hot kang is where you warm your mother's clear spring in the desert. It is where your children's thirst is relieved. The daily necessities at home are what you care about. Yes, you portray your mother as a bright light on the sea, where the children are bright on their way. The future of your children is your hard work. The ambition of your children is your pursuit. Although your mother is an unremarkable little tree, the breeze can bend her body, but the wind can't break her strong backbone. Because she is your mother, you carry the burden of the whole family, no matter how much you suffer, no matter how deep your illness is, there is no lack of your longing and expectation for your children. Although the kiss is a quiet stream, the small stones can stop her footsteps, but the mountains can't shake her will to run. Because it is your mother, you have experienced the hardships of life, no matter how many marks you have left on your face, no matter how many silver wires you have added to your head, you have not reduced your love and teaching your children. The clouds in the air bring my deep regards to you. Call your mother, your concern is like the water of the Yellow River in the sky, and your tears are written on the soles of your children. My family history is swollen in my right hand. With my left hand, the birds in my mother's cloud bring me my deep blessing. Call your mother. Your thoughts are like the source of the Yangtze River. From the perspective of my children, I have left you a slim figure. I have sent you a journey. Mother, the wrinkles in your forehead have deepened with me from my memory. That is my mother's concern for our best annual rings. Your thin shoulders have weakened with me year by year when I started. That is my mother's care. Our best witness is to find my mother's plain character in my perspective, and there is no you in the mountains, the sea and your broad-minded mother. You are the warmest port of a civilized human being. 6. Father's love composition 5 words (profile description)

Father's love has a kind of love, which will affect your motivation when you fail; There is a kind of love that inspires you to keep working hard when you succeed; There is a kind of love that urges you to make up for your mistakes when you make them. There is a kind of love that inspires you to cheer up when you give up. This kind of love is called fatherly love. Fatherly love is not as gentle, warm and comfortable as maternal love, but fatherly love has its unique color. It is deep, implicit and silently dedicated to children. It is down-to-earth, it is real, and it has been paying like this. My father's love for me is special. I remember that I learned to ride a bike when I was six years old. My father held me up, and I didn't dare to ride. As soon as my father let me go, I stopped riding. This made my father angry enough, and when I helped him halfway, I stopped at once. The center of gravity of the car was unstable, and I fell down, and I also fell badly. Say that finish hug me get on the bus, continue to teach me. This time I dare not careless, put all my heart on cycling, and didn't notice that my father had let go. In this way, I learned to ride a bike, and I secretly praised myself for being so smart, but I didn't expect my father's contribution. Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang's rice bag and spilled rice all over the floor, which made me feel at a loss. At this time, I saw my father's eyes and worried. Happily, my father should help me with this matter. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could help me do something. But my father told Aunt Wang that I had to bear the mistakes I made and told me to pick up the rice back into the bag. I choked back my tears and said that I was hungry and tired after picking up all the rice, and my heart was full of confusion. Others' fathers were "afraid of falling in their hands and melting in their mouths" to their children, but mine. When I got home, I didn't care about complaining. I hurried to sleep after eating. In the evening, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She reproachfully said to my father, "The child is too young, why let her do such a job!" Dad said, "If a child makes her own mistakes, she should bear them herself. If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up." At that moment, I understood what fatherly love is. What is fatherly love like? It is subtle and warm, it is painstaking for children, it is special and sincere. 7. profile description of mother's composition

My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.

I usually live in my grandmother's house, and I can only see my mother on Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and works with me to correct the sick sentences wholeheartedly. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, and combined with my composition, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

I remember one day, there was heavy snow in the sky, and in a short time, the whole city became a sea of snow, a paradise of snow and a world of snow. That day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I didn't want to go because I was afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother, and I threw snowballs at my mother. I thought: mom is really unreasonable. Why do I have to come out to have my teeth pulled out in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall off itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I didn't feel any pain at all. Later, I realized my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said: "If you pull out the movable deciduous teeth, the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the movable deciduous teeth, it will be new."