Chinese composition fragment describes the old man’s hands

2. Grandma’s hands

In my impression, my grandma is a lovely old man who is both amiable and gentle. Her slightly chubby body reflects the characteristics of the elderly - easy-going.

Everyone has a dear and respectable grandma, of course, I am no exception. My grandma is almost 70 years old. In the past, grandma's head was covered with strands of black hair, but now what falls from her head is silver hair; a weather-beaten face is like an open folding fan, and the deep wrinkles show her vicissitudes of life, but she will never What changed were her hard-working and loving hands.

Grandma’s hands are hard-working hands. I remember when I was a child, when I lived at my grandma’s house, every morning, while I was still asleep, she would quietly get up from the bed and prepare breakfast. At this time, she would gently caress me and call me Awake.

As autumn turned to winter, my grandmother’s hands were cracked with gashes due to housework. In winter, the gashes were particularly large, and there were still scarlet spots on them. I don’t care what other people think, but she is my grandma, and it makes me heartbroken when I see her, but my grandma only used tape to stick it on and continued to “work” again. Year after year, day after day, although grandma's hands are getting older, her hands are still as hard-working. I advised her to work less, but grandma taught me how to get rich through hard work.

Grandma’s hands are also a pair of loving hands. I remember one time, I had a bad cold and a severe fever. This made my grandma very anxious. She tried every possible means to make me eat well. This meal is egg rice, and the next meal is the chicken soup from the countryside, or some of my favorite foods. At night, I leaned against my grandma. She gently touched my groggy head and told me various fairy tales or other short stories in a soft voice. The soft words and gentle touch made me feel that the pain all over my body was relieved a lot, and I fell into a hazy dreamland.

However, it was my grandma’s calloused and rough hands that gave me a warm childhood. They gave me so much warmth and love. Time and time again, in every little thing, I felt Grandma's love is so great and so selfless. She devoted all her efforts to her tender name - grandma.

Grandma lived most of her life, but she never enjoyed a comfortable and leisurely life. Her hands were always working hard for her children. During the long years, grandma never cried out in pain, nor did she suffer. I complained about my children.

I love my grandma’s hands very much, because they are a pair of hands that work hard to get rich, and they are a pair of hands full of love. Grandma's hands are always so hot and full of infinite enthusiasm.

Her warmth made me feel what family affection is, her love filled my heart with warmth, and her hands made me an eternal lucky person.

Grandma, I love you...