In the world of hands, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote about my mother's hardworking hands. Her hands are not that 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 cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands began to work 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 have been working.
Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.
It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well. At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in 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. I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother 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 until it was warm. The next day, the weather was a little warmer, so I went to wash my boots. But there are no traces 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 "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes. Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.
Perhaps at everyone's intersection in Qian Fan, countless colorful sails and shadows will float by, which will always make our hearts move with endless running water, let our eyes walk with boundless beauty, and at the same time let our thoughts be washed by wind and rain invisibly.
How's this? Please accept it if you are satisfied.
2. The composition character sketch is 300 words. He is 1.57 meters tall, with narrow shoulders and square head.
When standing, he was disheveled and his collar was like a "mandatory order", and he refused to put it down and held it high. And his clothes are always playing with "disunity face", and the zipper always refuses to close.
And he himself stood straight and incongruously in the messy package. He always carries a mess of "haystacks" on his back. "Grass" is always black and oily. The "straw hat" covered his head and covered the endless treasure under the grass. When the haystack is leveled, it will show endless aura.
Two big ears, stuck on both sides of the head, always seem to be shy, with a pair of glasses hanging on them. Through the lens, you can feel that those eyes reflect more light than the sun. Under the big nose, you can always feel the elegance of that silent mouth. His long speech was like a flood that opened the floodgate and could not be stopped.
3. I hope to use a composition with a sketch of my father or mother. When my mother and a long-lost classmate called and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?" I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember or even want to remember whether my mother was moved by me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness. My mother is away on business, often on business, leaving me alone to take care of my life at home for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is to be independent, mentally and economically when I grow up. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about something that happened a long time ago, something that never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother suggested a word, which somehow angered the people at work and began to yell at my mother. When I was a child, I rushed to my mother, stood in front of her and shouted, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. I reached out to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and insisted on pulling my mother away ... My mother continued to tell the story, and I heard a little sob on the other end of the phone, and tears kept pouring out. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now. I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "insulted" her with some mean words and angered her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to be cute from birth. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I didn't know when I was a child. But I remember that I would like to cross the road holding my mother's hand. I am still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." I still held my mother's hand before going to bed, afraid that the devil in my dream would take me away ... I grew up and my mother was old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. I still remember that my mother always dyed my school uniform obscene. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am worried that my mother will really feel pain and sadness, and I am afraid that she will be disappointed in me. And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say that what I did touched my mother. I didn't get any grades that really pleased her, and I didn't have any skills that she could show off. When she was ill, I couldn't accompany my mother to see a doctor except to pass a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, a woman who doesn't know how to spend money but doesn't make money. I heard that she sometimes cries at night, my mother. My tears are disobedient again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient. Do I regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none ... my mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She bought everything around me with her life's hard work ... At the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice to stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for materials from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother ... I know my mother is actually very easy to satisfy. As long as you write a composition, you can move her. As long as you are around, you can touch her. As long as you love her, you can touch her. As long as you stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", you can touch her ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up ... Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I do makes you moved and proud"? My father is a farmer to the core.
As a tile kiln family, when I was young, I went to a foreign land to make a living and burned bricks and tiles in Pearl Mountain, Wuyuan, Jiangxi, for more than 30 years. I remember when I was six years old, my mother took me all the way to visit my father's tile kiln base in Jiangxi.
I love walking on the train and in the corridor, which is very popular among passengers. They teased me one after another, which was quite interesting.
Left a good memory. As we all know, burning bricks and tiles is a hard job.
My father is short and muscular. Not as big as me.
Although he is the owner of the tile kiln, he still has to do it himself because of the lack of helpers. My father's family is poor, and he hasn't studied for a day, so he has to ask the cashier to help him settle the bill.
After a year of poor management, we can barely maintain a family of seven.
4. I hope to use a composition with a sketch of my father or mother. When my mother and a long-lost classmate called and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?" I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember or even want to remember whether my mother was moved by me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness. My mother is away on business, often on business, leaving me alone to take care of my life at home for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is to be independent, mentally and economically when I grow up. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about something that happened a long time ago, something that never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother suggested a word, which somehow angered the people at work and began to yell at my mother. When I was a child, I rushed to my mother, stood in front of her and shouted, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. I reached out to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and insisted on pulling my mother away ... My mother continued to tell the story, and I heard a little sob on the other end of the phone, and tears kept pouring out. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now. I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "insulted" her with some mean words and angered her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to be cute from birth. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I didn't know when I was a child. But I remember that I would like to cross the road holding my mother's hand. I am still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." I still held my mother's hand before going to bed, afraid that the devil in my dream would take me away ... I grew up and my mother was old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. I still remember that my mother always dyed my school uniform obscene. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am worried that my mother will really feel pain and sadness, and I am afraid that she will be disappointed in me. And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say that what I did touched my mother. I didn't get any grades that really pleased her, and I didn't have any skills that she could show off. When she was ill, I couldn't accompany my mother to see a doctor except to pass a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, a woman who doesn't know how to spend money but doesn't make money. I heard that she sometimes cries at night, my mother. My tears are disobedient again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient. Do I regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none ... my mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She bought everything around me with her life's hard work ... At the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice to stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for materials from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother ... I know my mother is actually very easy to satisfy. As long as you write a composition, you can move her. As long as you are around, you can touch her. As long as you love her, you can touch her. As long as you stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", you can touch her ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up ... Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I do makes you moved and proud"? My father is a farmer to the core.
As a tile kiln family, when I was young, I went to a foreign land to make a living and burned bricks and tiles in Pearl Mountain, Wuyuan, Jiangxi, for more than 30 years. I remember when I was six years old, my mother took me all the way to visit my father's tile kiln base in Jiangxi.
I love walking on the train and in the corridor, which is very popular among passengers. They teased me one after another, which was quite interesting.
Left a good memory. As we all know, burning bricks and tiles is a hard job.
My father is short and muscular. Not as big as me.
Although he is the owner of the tile kiln, he still has to do it himself because of the lack of helpers. My father's family is poor, and he hasn't studied for a day, so he has to ask the cashier to help him settle the bill.
After a year of poor management, we can barely maintain a family of seven.
5. Sketch of composition characters Although I am only an eighth-grade student, I am not bragging. I can be said to be a "bookworm".
If I make any mistakes, my parents will tell me not to study for three days to kill me. I feel dizzy if I don't watch it for half a day. If I don't watch tea and rice for one day, it won't smell good for two days. Sleepless nights, three days? So I have a unique understanding of medicine, and now I will introduce it to you.
You can also contribute to the first trick of smuggling (parents who love to check their schoolbags are forbidden to enter, otherwise they will bear the consequences). Put the books in your schoolbag and take them to school, one a day. You don't need to bring it after a certain amount. Just read the book slowly.
The second trick is to burn the midnight oil. In the dead of night, if you turn on the light, no one will know. This trick is called night peeping (don't use it when you don't have enough sleep, and it is forbidden for insomniacs).
When doing homework, read the book as soon as it is finished, and close it as soon as mom and dad come. This trick is reading a book.
I will play the trump card, I need great courage, and I also have great risks, that is, reviewing my lessons under the pretext, but there are books in it. This is a cool move, but if parents find out.
Look before you leap! You can also submit the ultimate secret method and dare not reveal it. If you want to know, you can know for yourself (or call my mobile phone, the number is temporarily unavailable).
My own "lymphatic immunity" system can resist the "poison" law that parents don't let me study. Whether it is one year or two years, it is 6150,000 years. But the only thing that can't be done is that if parents find out, they will extend the detention time.
It's better to be blatant than petty theft, right? In addition, I dedicate several related stories: At that time, I had no books to read. My fingers itch when I see a book, and I dare not grasp it if I want to. I feel bitter when my hand is extended and retracted.
At this time, I haven't read for three days and nights, and my life is dying. In another day, I may die foaming at the mouth.
I don't want to die young, and I have racked my brains to think about it, but I can't help it without books. My brain is like an empty eggshell. People are singing empty tricks in their stomachs, and I am thinking empty tricks in my mind.
No, I have to think about it. Suddenly my mind flashed that someone was smuggling on TV. If I am lucky, I will succeed. Smuggling books with my skills is a piece of cake.
So my smuggling began. I "pretend" first and put the book in my bag. Emissions should be reasonable, it is best not to be flat or fat, and then wait to "eat" books.
The invention of "night peep" is very simple. With the trick of "smuggling", I can watch it hungrily at school and feast my eyes at home. Too little time to study, too much appetite, we must think of a better way.
Want to watch at home, first choose the time, morning, impossible, parents at the weekend is not at home, usually crazy at school, noon is basically the same as morning, it doesn't matter. I love books like life. Please forgive me later.
Give more books, the thicker the better. As long as the price is right, I will buy (borrow) and introduce new books quickly. My bookstore there has been cut down by me.
6. How to write a sketch composition? Teacher Dong has a pair of bright eyes, sometimes he looks around, sometimes he stares at a person firmly, as if he has caught the prey, and sometimes he looks down at us quietly with shining eyes.
She often likes to wear a curly ponytail and let it shake from side to side. A small dimple always fascinates me, because it always contains encouragement and praise.
She loves her eyebrows very much, and often paints them very thick. She is wearing a skirt with a black background and a white bow on it. When a gust of wind blew slowly, they began to dance around Miss Dong, making her as beautiful as a fairy.
There is black and white lace on the sleeves. There is a big bow on the waist, which is very eye-catching.
Wang Weijian: He has a pair of flashing eyes, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward. Every time he tries to open his eyes wide, his sparse eyebrows start to tilt up, which is very pleasing.
His face is white with a hint of ruddy, which shows his health. He also has a small mouth. Whenever he laughs, his mouth opens to both sides, making him look like a doll with various expressions.
He has an unusual set of teeth. There seems to be a thick black line between his two front teeth. Other teeth are almost yellow, and it seems that no matter how you brush them, you can't clean them. Shi Hao: He has a pair of narrow eyes. He always looks left, right, front and back. It seems that there are many things in the world that fascinate him.
Two heavy eyebrows always swing with his eyes, and he can never get enough of them. Sometimes it hangs like a bent willow branch, and sometimes the eyebrows are upturned on both sides to form an inverted figure of eight. His chubby face is always inseparable from him. As soon as he moved, they began to dance happily.
There is also a small mole on his right brain door, like a person who has just been scolded, hiding alone in that dark corner. On his fat body, he was wearing a colorful dress with colorful stripes, just like a beautiful rainbow leaning against him. He also has a pair of army green trousers, which makes him lose his cuteness in simplicity, and there is no shortage of calmness in cuteness.
7. Write a sketch of 300 characters. He is 1.57 meters tall, with narrow shoulders and square head. When standing, he was disheveled and his collar was like a "mandatory order", and he refused to put it down and held it high. And his clothes are always playing with "disunity face", and the zipper always refuses to close. And he himself stood straight and incongruously in the messy package.
He always carries a mess of "haystacks" on his back. "Grass" is always black and oily. The "straw hat" covered his head and covered the endless treasure under the grass. When the haystack is leveled, it will show endless aura.
Two big ears, stuck on both sides of the head, always seem to be shy, with a pair of glasses hanging on them. Through the lens, you can feel that those eyes reflect more light than the sun.
Under the big nose, you can often feel the elegance when your mouth is silent. His long speech was like a flood that opened the floodgate, unstoppable and endless. ...
8. Describe the mother sentence of the character 1. There is a kind of love that never asks for anything in return-maternal love; There is one person who deserves my love all my life-mother; Today is Mother's Day. I wish my dear mother happiness and health!
2. Dear Mom: You have propped up a blue sky for me with solid arms; Now, I also want to use my increasingly plump wings to shelter you from the wind and rain. Mom, I love you forever! May the holidays fill your heart with happiness!
You are a big tree. Spring depends on your fantasy, summer depends on your prosperity, autumn depends on your maturity, and winter depends on your meditation. Dear mom, thank you for everything and wish you a happy holiday!
4. Is it safe to travel thousands of miles? Send my thoughts to you from afar. Love and care, affection and blessing, Happy Mother's Day!
5. Pick a few clouds, cut a few rays of sunlight, make needles with thoughts, make threads with thoughts, weave a dazzling dress, and dress up as the most beautiful mother in my heart: I wish you a happy holiday!
6, God, no maternal love; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Mom, happy holidays!
7. Dear Mom, years have burned your youth, but your care and encouragement will accompany me through the stormy life. Smooth the wrinkles on your forehead with my heart, and infect the white hair on your head with my feelings. Happy Mother's Day!
8. There are many people and things that will be forgotten after turning around, but in our hearts, we will never forget our mother, and we will never reduce our deep love for our mother because of the passage of time. Happy Mother's Day!
9, she is not a cloud, because she will not be scattered with the wind; She is not a wave, because she won't go with the flow. She is love-maternal love, I wish all mothers happiness!
10, you often say that children's happiness is the best gift. Today, I send all my happiness and happiness to you by SMS. I wish you good health and always smile!
1 1. Looking at my mother's white hair and deeper wrinkles, please accept my deepest blessing to you in this festival that belongs to you: Happy holidays, always young!
12, I always hope that happiness will surround you; Always hope that happiness will embrace you; Always look forward to health with you; I always expect to do more for you. Bless you, my dearest person-mom.
13 I am like a bird. Every feather has your affectionate touch and earnest instruction, which makes me fly freely between heaven and earth outside. Your arms are like a tree and will always be my warm home.
14, my growth is a bar engraved on your forehead; My indulgence is a vertical bar engraved on your eyebrows; My happiness is the fishtail carved in the corner of your eye; My success is a dimple engraved on your lips, mom, you have worked hard!
15, kind as tea, fragrant and sweet; Tolerance is like the sea, vast and broad; Strong as a mountain, thick and steady; Tender as jade, gentle and elegant.
9. On that day, I met my mother, teachers, classmates and friends. Crying and laughing, sketching, "an indelible smile in the corner of my eye" or "seeing the teacher's smile for the first time" Our head teacher in grade three is a serious chemistry teacher, unsmiling and rigorous in study. The average students in our school and the poor students who are worse than us have never been scolded endlessly. Another example is, "why don't you start to understand this granite head?" You can learn by memorizing it. What? If you don't memorize it, come to the office and copy it fifty times after school. I'll say hello to your parents. " What's more, "what can I do besides discrediting the class?" If students like you can go to school, I won't be a teacher. " In order to avoid being criticized by name, because we can't afford to lose people. So under his oppression, we recited over and over again for fear that he would leave us to copy books under his supervision after school. What's more, under his ridicule, when we can't learn, we use his words to boost our self-esteem again and again, and then continue to study, just to bet on that sentence. Lest he continue to oppress my brothers and sisters (I felt so great at that time). One year passed like running water, and another year's senior high school entrance examination came to an end in the attention of all walks of life. When I was anxiously waiting for half of the summer vacation, I finally waited until the end of ten years of cold window. It was another sunny morning, and we made an appointment with several classmates who are usually better, and we got together again with their respective middle school admission notices. When we came to the head teacher's house, the head teacher warmly welcomed us. We didn't speak, and the admission notice book fair appeared in front of him. He froze, looked at it one by one, and nodded and said yes. At this time, our hearts are mixed. His sword-like words once deeply hurt our hearts, but seeing his trembling gray hair at the temples made us feel a strange feeling. Don't spit. I took the admission notice of a key middle school where I was, stepped forward, held it in front of him and said, "Remember what you said? I got in, and now I just want to say to you ... ",the teacher stared at me with slightly turbid eyes, as if waiting for the following. That's a kind and tolerant look. Only a naive person can have such a peaceful look. Teacher, you. I bowed deeply with all the people present until the end. "Thank you, teacher." I saw his mouth slowly upturned and twitched slightly. This seems to be the first time I have seen him smile. Yes, he was smiling. Although it felt a little unnatural, we also saw him turn his back and gently wipe his eyes. -original, this is our real experience, with a slight change. Let's make a model essay for you.
10. I urgently need a small composition about the unique skills of people around me, such as a math mother, who can draw a garden in one stroke.
Every morning, I have a sweet little dream in bed. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed and there was an earth-shattering "thunder", which was sharp and harsh. "Get up!" Immediately, my nerves woke up, and I put on my clothes and folded the quilt in lightning speed. If I hadn't been used to this kind of cry for a long time, everyone who just heard it would be scared! I can't eat any food in the morning. After eating a little, I got ready, put on my coat and smiled as usual. "finished?" "hmm." "How much did you eat?" "hmm." I made a careless response. Two seconds later, it thundered. "How to eat so little!" The sound echoed in every corner of the room and I didn't want to disappear for a long time. Dad was not spared. After dinner, he was about to leave home. When he was 0.00 1 cm away from the gate, he felt a cold wind blowing on his back, which chilled his skin and spine. "Don't wash the dishes yet!" "yes." Dad rushed to the kitchen to wash dishes at the speed of a gust of wind. My mother went back to grandma's house that day. I'm really not used to no one calling me in the morning. I didn't care how much I ate, and I couldn't hear the cry of "refreshing". Even my father is listless when he washes the dishes. In the afternoon, I can't wait to call my grandmother's house: "Mom, when will you come back?" Come back soon! " "After hanging up the phone, my dad asked me quickly. It seems that my father and I really can't stand this warm voice!
My mother's unique skill is not only the problem of high voice, but also the skillful and sweet mouth. I will introduce them to you one by one next time.