The composition about hands is 700 words

I was born in an ordinary family and grew up under the care of my mother. Like a seed, it falls in a corner of the world with the wind. No one knows it, but it takes root and sprouts under the nurturing of Mother Earth. All mothers in the world are the same. For the sake of their children, they do whatever it takes, silently contribute and are willing to pay. Especially my mother's dexterous hands have brought joy and happiness to our family.

Mom, I love you and I want to praise your ordinary hands.

Mom's hands are not big, but they support our whole family. Every day in my life, my mother gets up early and works hard, and almost never takes a break. In order to live comfortably and finish the work in the field, my mother went to the construction site to earn money. Sweating in the hot sun. Over time, my mother's delicate hands became rough and thick cocoons were ground on them. Because of this, my mother was ill and had to stay at home to rest, but she was always busy at home.

Mother's hands are industrious and dexterous. I have new shoes to wear all year round. Although the shoes made by my mother are not as beautiful as the leather shoes worn by my classmates, they are very comfortable and durable. Whenever we walk together, other people's shoes are either broken or cracked, while mine are always new and never ugly. Thanks to mom. I like wearing shoes made by my mother best.

I remember one year, it was almost winter. Because my father's salary has not been paid, my family can't move money to buy me gloves, so my hands have to freeze. Mom didn't say anything, just distressed. One night in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a tinkling sound. It turned out that my mother was making gloves for me on the sewing machine, and tears blurred my eyes. I got up quietly and approached slowly, and the shovel on the windowsill was knocked down by me. Mother looked up and her eyes were bloodshot. I was speechless, and my mother smiled and said, "It's getting late. Go to sleep quickly. I have school tomorrow! " "The next day, I put on the warmest and most beautiful hand in my life.

Thanks to mom, thanks to her capable hands. Mom's hand

It was the day before Mother's Day last year, and my mother and I had another quarrel. The reason for the quarrel is still my mother's nagging.

Late at night, when I went to the toilet, I saw a light in the door of my master, so I went over and gently pushed the door open. I saw my mother mending the clothes I broke while playing today with a needle and thread. This reminds me of my father's words. My mother had the opportunity to play the piano abroad, but when she found out that she was pregnant, she resolutely gave up her piano career and was worried.

Watching my mother sew so fast is like doing this kind of work repeatedly every night, and my heart seems to be stung. Now my hands, once rich in musical talent, have become so ordinary, just a pair of hands for ordinary women to sew clothes for their children, just a pair of hands that have become rough because of too much hard work.

At this point, my tears have slipped unconsciously, I secretly sobbed, but my mother found me.

Mother put down her needle and thread and clothes, came over and gently wiped my tears with her gentle hand and said, "What's the matter?" I held my mother's hand tightly and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, your hand belongs to the piano, but you made it for me ..."

"Silly boy, the piano used to be very important to my mother, but your arrival gave me greater hope and motivation. My mother doesn't regret giving up the piano. I prefer to take care of you with both hands. " Mom said affectionately.

So, I printed a kiss on my mother's hand, which is my promise to my mother and my return to maternal love. Father's hand

Of all the hands, my father's hand has the deepest affection for me.

My father is a computer worker. His hands are big, rough and strong, half as big as mine. There are cocoons on the middle finger and many lines on the palm.

Dad's hand is a bright light, guiding my direction.

When I was in the second grade, I did badly in the math exam once, with only more than 80 points. I thought you would definitely hit me with the palm of Tathagata's hand, so I took the initiative to take off my pants and prepare for "Red Seal Education". You came back and asked me what I was doing. I said, "I only got more than 80 points in the exam. Please hit me. " But you said, "Bring the newspaper quickly." Without saying anything, I lifted my pants and took out the paper. You seriously pointed to the wrong question, holding a thick pencil in your hand, drawing pictures and calculating formulas for me, and your palms sweated from time to time. Especially an application problem, you spent half an hour, the rice has been cooked into a crispy rice, but you pointed to the bowl and said, "Never mind, we will eat crispy rice today." I feel that studying is more important than eating.

Not long after, I got a hundred points in math. I am so happy that I really want to walk home one step at a time and tell my father the good news. I can walk faster. When I got home, I told my father about it. "Good son, last time you said 90 points 100 points, here we go again." I showed you that paper, and your mood changed from cloudy to sunny. You give a thumbs-up and say, "Keep going!" After lying down to rest, I still do this action from time to time, as if my hands will never get tired.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I took part in a competition and got average grades. I am very depressed. You patted me on the shoulder and said, "Never mind, we'll come again next time. I believe you. " At this time, my mood is also cheerful.

Dad, your hand is a compass, which showed me the way when I got lost. Your hand is a mountain, which gives me the desire to win. Dad, your hand is a story book that can never be read. Mom's hand

That is a pair of calloused hands, that is a pair of hands pushing the cradle, that is a pair of hands that make me happy, warm and happy. I know.-that's mom's hand.

When I tripped over rough knowledge, a pair of hands stretched out to me; When I shed tears because of the injustice of fate, I put my hand on my shoulder; When I was overwhelmed by the aura of victory, my hand patted my head gently. I know-it's still my mother's hand.

I remember that crisp autumn morning, I came to school early to clean up. It was very cold that day, but I only wore a thin dress. My mother was afraid that I was cold, so she rushed over to send me clothes at once. When I was taking clothes, my red hands appeared in front of me, and the rain in my heart kept falling, as if it would never end. Tears immediately moistened my eyes.

Mother's hand, how warm-how warm-she is like the sun in spring, warm, she is like a stream in summer, cool! She is like the fruit of autumn, bringing joy to people, and she is like the fire in winter, bringing warmth to people.

Mom's hand

In everyone's heart, there is something he wants to thank. I am no exception. Ever since I first learned to walk. Later, whenever I excel in some aspects, I will think of it. Unconsciously, I will think of it when I am depressed. Actually, it's nothing more than mom's hand.

Today, I accidentally flipped through the photos of toddlers and found that there is always a pair of mother's hands behind me. It has been behind me, beside my waist, clutching my coat tightly. I immediately imagined the scene in my mind: my mother was hunched behind me. I went upstairs, she went upstairs, I climbed the parallel bars, and she dragged me under them. You know how short I am. My mother is always behind me, hunched over, even though I am sweating profusely. I was very touched. How sad my mother should be at that time! If I do that all day, I will be exhausted, not to mention until I learn to walk, but my mother didn't say anything about it.

Of course, mom's hands don't just do this, she is also a master cook! Every day when I come home from school, I will smell the thick food when I open the door, and even the thick glass in the kitchen can't stop their temptation to me. At this time, I am not hungry at all, but I can wolf down a meal. Every time I finish eating, I always feel taken for granted and have no gratitude to my mother. But one day, when I turned around, I inadvertently saw traces of oil stains and burns on my mother's hands that didn't match it! At that moment, my heart was tight! It turns out that my mother's hand has been burned by oil many times, but I have never asked, let alone said a word of concern. For many years, my mother has put up with it and never complained. Thinking about it, tears poured out and dripped on my glasses. Unconsciously, my glasses blurred. At this time, I was sitting in a chair, but I didn't think to wipe them and let my tears flow down.

Many, many times, my mother's hand has done many things for me, but as I said before, I don't care at all. I regret it too much, because those hands contain my mother's love. When I want to thank it, I also want to say "I'm sorry!" " "... this is not empty talk. I really hope my mother can forgive me and make her believe that she can see a more sensible and filial daughter in the near future!

My mother worked hard for me from morning till night, but people's physical strength was limited, and my mother fell ill! Obviously, my mother is not seriously ill this time, but she has a cold and a low fever, but as a daughter, I have butterflies in my stomach and miss her all the time. After school, I forgot to do my homework and eat. I immediately touched my mother's forehead and found it very hot. I knew she had a fever again. I subconsciously touched her hand and felt a word: cool! I am often ill, so I know that the colder people's hands are, the more uncomfortable they will be. Mom's hands are cold. She must be very uncomfortable. But what should we do? I really want to replace the patient with me, even if I can share half of her illness. However, reality tells me that this is impossible, and I can only be anxious. I kept rubbing her hand to keep her warm. Rubbing and rubbing, my tears flowed out again, and what my mother had done for me with her hands seemed to be in front of me, which made me unforgettable.

Since then, my little hands have been warmed by big hands at the same time. This is what my mother's hand has done for me in return. Gradually, I found that it was my mother's hands that taught me how to be a man, how to thank others, and how to carefully discover what others have done for you. Gradually, I discovered my inner beauty and the wonderful life. Gradually, I found that I have grown up, and the road ahead is still very long, very long ... the teacher's hand.

Everyone's hands are different, with five fingers and one palm. What's the big deal? But some people's hands are thick and powerful, some people's hands are warm and delicate, and some people's hands are immature and dexterous. My piano teacher, Miss Huang, also has a pair of normal hands, but these hands are extraordinary.

Miss Huang's hands are very dexterous. His palm is bigger than a bear's paw, and his fingers are long and thick. Don't look at these big, long and thick hands. Playing the piano is not clumsy at all. Just like a speeding car on the keys, it will dazzle you and make you unable to see his fingers clearly. His dexterous hands can transform beautiful sounds on the keys: sometimes like galloping horseshoes, sometimes like raindrops falling on umbrellas, and sometimes like birds singing. ...

Teacher Huang's hands are very diligent. Once, he was going to attend a performance. He chose two songs, played from morning till night every day, forgot to eat and sleep, and practiced meticulously. He hurt his arm muscles because he worked too hard, but he didn't give up until the end of the performance.

Miss Huang is also strict with her hands. He always teaches me by hand, and when I play wrong, he will take pains to demonstrate for me until I play every note correctly. Whenever I have difficulty in learning a new song, he always pats me on the shoulder with his hand and says to me with a smile, "You can do it." "There is progress, come on!" Whenever I don't practice seriously, he always says seriously, "If you can't play well next time, stay at my house and practice."

Teacher Huang's dexterous hands let me know Mozart, Bach and Beethoven ... Teacher Huang's diligent hands are a good example for me to learn. Teacher Huang's strict hands let me constantly improve my piano level. I hope I can have a pair like Mr. Huang, who can play beautiful melodies and bring joy to people.

A pair of dexterous hands

My father's hands are very special: the skin is white but strong; Each finger is as thick as the fingertip to the root of the finger; There is a "one" line in the palm. I heard that all hands with a "one" line are very dexterous.

Dad is a repairman at home. If something is broken, it will be repaired by his dexterous hand.

I broke the plastic chair the other day. Dad welded it with it and repaired it in a few minutes.

Dad's hands can not only repair things, but also often make small inventions.

Once, mom and dad quarreled. Mom broke the TV remote control. Afterwards, dad repaired the broken remote control, and on a whim, he began to add a very energy-saving LED light and a control button to the remote control. In this way, the remote controller has dual functions of remote control and lighting.

My toy submarine needs to be charged with a charging box. There are four 5th batteries in the charging box. I felt inconvenient, so I modified my submarine for my father. He replaced the charging box of the submarine with a charger with the same voltage. So my submarine can be directly charged with alternating current.

Dad is also a good cook, but his luminous time is like a flash in the pan.

Dad cooks differently every time. For example, scrambled eggs, we just break them up and fry them in oil. Scrambled eggs with dad, the first time, put peanut butter, the taste became fragrant; The second time, the egg white and yolk were fried separately. After frying, the two pieces were combined and the taste became crisp.

Dad's hands not only have the functions mentioned above, but also can take pictures and draw pictures ... I heard dad say that he won many prizes when he was young.

I am proud that my father has such versatile and dexterous hands. A dexterous hand

On Saturday afternoon, when my mother and I went to the Royal Bakery to buy cakes, we saw an aunt in the bakery making cakes seriously.

Aunt first cut a 14 inch round cake horizontally and divided it into two layers. She first took a cut cake as the bottom layer, put some cream on it, and while turning the turntable, she gently spread the cream evenly with a knife. Then, spread a layer of fruit, align it, and put a cut cake. Then, add the cream, turn the turntable and spread a thin layer of cream on the whole cake. Similarly, she made a cake about 14 inch and put it on top of 14 inch cake. It turns out that she is going to make a double cake!

Look, she is going to decorate the cake. First, she put some pink cream in the piping bag, squeezed a circle of beautiful arc lace on both sides of the two-layer cake, and squeezed a circle of wavy patterns with white cream on the front of the cake. Then she began to make flowers. First, she picked up a stick, put a receptacle made of white chocolate on it, squeezed layers of petals with pale yellow cream, and a beautiful rose appeared in her hand. She clamped the receptacle with scissors, took it off and put it on the cake, making leaves with green cream. It's really beautiful. Finally, she decorated the cake with strawberry jam, grapes and peaches. In a short time, a double cake was made, which really looked like a beautiful work of art.

That aunt's hands are really dexterous!