Describe mom's hand.

1, although my mother is not good-looking, she has a pair of hardworking hands and a pair of hands that have infinite love for me. I love my mother, and I love her hands that shelter me from the wind and rain and make everything bumpy for me.

My mother's hands are not as big as my face, but they always hold my heart. My mother's hands are black and full of calluses, but they can make me feel gentle. Whenever my mother's hand touches my hair, it is my happiest moment. I like that kind of warmth, the warmth of the palm.

3, season after season, year after year, my mother's hands are full of calluses, no longer delicate and delicate, looking at the photos of my mother's girlhood, there is an unspeakable taste.

I know that my mother's hands used to be so slender, so smooth and so delicate. Everything is just once. Must it be once? Will it always be once? Can it only be changed once? Don't! Don't! Don't! I want it to be the present, the future, not just the past.

When I came into this world, a smiling person greeted me. She held me in her delicate hands, smiled at me and talked to me. Although I don't know why she did it, I know it is an expression of happiness.

6. My mother's hands are neither smooth nor white, but they have taken me through ten years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and integrated my mother's hope, care and love for me. I like my mother's hands, and I love my mother more.

7. When the sun is hot, she will take me swimming with rough hands. When I sleep, she will fan me with cool hands and gently pat me to sleep. I think my mother's hands are as soft and cool as a fan.

8. Lying beside me watching my mother's difficult figure in the kitchen, my vision is blurred again. My mother's big hand is constantly busy. The arc drawn by her hand in the air seems to have formed a rough picture scroll, and the sound of cutting vegetables seems to have become a beautiful music, lingering in my ears.

9. Mom'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.

10. 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.

1 1. My mother has a pair of skillful hands. Although not very beautiful, I think my mother's hands are the strongest and most hardworking in the world. Mom's hands are very strong. Every morning before dawn, my mother gets up and starts making breakfast for me, busy with a new day's life.

12, mother's hand is the roughest hand, because she holds up my hope and dawn with all her love. I love these rough hands, they lead me to success. My mother's hand will never be forgotten, and my mother's love will always stay in my heart.

13. Mom's hands are warm. I remember it was a cold day and it was snowing heavily outside. I went out to make up lessons. As I forgot to bring my gloves, my hands were very cold. When I got home, my mother wrapped my little hand in her big one just like when I was a child. Suddenly, I feel my mother's hands are so warm. Mom's hands are warm. You will feel warm when you are cold.

14, I have a good mother, although her hands are not as white as girls, as soft as babies, as smooth as goddesses and as magical as goddesses. Mother's hands are a pair of ordinary, ordinary hands, rough and powerful hands. But this ordinary hand gave me too much love.

15, mom's hands are very dexterous. Every sweater of mine is knitted by my mother, and it is decorated with all kinds of beautiful patterns: Winnie the Pooh with a smiling face, a lively and lovely rabbit, and a cocky little mouse ... My mother keeps changing patterns every day to prepare delicious meals for us, which are delicious and nutritious. My father and I both praised my mother as a "first-class chef" in our family.

16, my mother's hand is like a spring breeze, which slowly blows into my heart and takes away the darkness in my heart. How can I forget those hands full of maternal love in my life!

17, my mother's hands are a pair of wings, sending me to the sky of knowledge. Mother's hand is a leaf that takes me to every corner of the motherland. Mom's hand, a car, saved me from danger. Mother's hand, give me infinite love! Ah! Mom's hand!

18. When autumn leaves are flying, she will knit me a sweater with her dexterous hands. These sweaters are more beautiful and warmer than those bought. I think my mother's hands are as warm as sweaters and more dexterous than those of a weaver girl.

19. When everything comes back to life, she will play outside with her delicate little hand holding mine. I think my mother's hands are as soft as spring breeze.

20. My mother's hand is like a bright lamp, a compass, which illuminates me in the dark and shows me the way forward when I lose my way. The road to growth is full of countless bumps. With the help of my mother, I am no longer afraid of falling. Mom, with your infinite encouragement, I am no longer afraid of any difficulties. Thank you! Dear mom! If there is an afterlife, I still recognize you as my mother.

2 1. When the chicken crows three times, mother's hands have already started working: 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.

22. Mom's hands are strict, too. Whenever I lie down and play and don't write and practice the piano seriously, my mother will talk to me first. If not, she will slap her face on * * with those hands, and it will hurt immediately. That feeling will never be forgotten!

23. A mother's hand is also a wise hand. When I have exercises that I can't do, my mother always writes patiently on the draft paper with a pen and explains them to me until I understand them. Usually, my mother still makes money for me with those wise hands, which makes me live a carefree life and makes me happy every day.

24. Mother's hand is sweet rain and dew, nourishing your dry heart; Mother's hand is a ladder to help you climb and let you stand on the top of the world; Mother's hand is a ruler, always reminding you not to shrink back.

25. Mother has a pair of rough and dark hands. This is the first time I noticed that my mother's hands were covered with calluses and still had scars that healed after frostbite. Father's health is not as good as before, and mother is doing all kinds of things at home and abroad. Although tired, my mother never says tired. Just doing it silently and paying for this family.

26. Mother's hands are very gentle. When I was a child, whenever I cried, my mother would touch me with her hand and I would stop crying. Sometimes my body itches, and my mother will scratch me with her hands, which makes me feel so comfortable. Every night, my mother will mix warm foot washing water for me. After washing my feet, my mother will massage me with her gentle hands and let me enter a sweet dream.

27. Mom's hands are a pair of magic hands. When I was very young, even if I was wronged a little or got my clothes dirty, I would cry and shout. At this time, my mother will always wipe away my tears with her gentle hands, and will also create a big apple to make me smile through tears. Every time I go to the street, my mother is used to holding my hand for fear that I will trip. Holding my mother's hand makes my whole body and mind feel happy.

28. Some hands are soft and delicate, some are rough and powerful, and some are flexible and changeable. My favorite hand is my mother's hand. Mother's hands are hard-working and rough, just like other mothers, ordinary and ordinary.

29. Mother has a pair of hands full of maternal love. Mother's hands are small but thick. Every time I shake hands with her, it brings me great warmth.

30. Mother's hands are not as dexterous as artists, as gentle as musicians and as meticulous as sculptors. Mom's hands are so ordinary.

3 1, because of her hands, we can live in a house like a palace, because of her hands, we can eat all kinds of delicious food, because of her hands, we can put on clean clothes.

32. Mother's hand is a gentle hand. Whenever I am sick, my mother will gently touch me with her hands, give me medicine and water, and take care of me in every possible way. I feel much better at once, and my heart is very warm. Whenever I am frustrated and feel wronged, my mother will pat me on the shoulder, encourage me and give me courage and strength.

33. Mom's hand is a magician. She can turn fresh vegetables and meat into all kinds of colorful delicacies: potato cakes, fresh meat jiaozi, sweet and sour pork ribs, which often make me reluctant to let go of chopsticks and make my stomach round. I think my mother's cooking should be better than that of a chef!

34. My mother's hands are hardworking. My father works outside all the year round, and everything at home falls on my mother. At home, outside, big things and small feelings. It's all supported by mom's hand. In addition to three meals a day, my mother washes and cleans the room, but also runs a clothing store. At noon and evening, she also takes time to help me with my homework and check my homework. My mother has endless things to do. My mother brought happiness to my family with hard-working hands.

35. My mother's hands are big and soft. My mother's hands have a special feeling for me. She always helps me out of danger with her industrious and dexterous hands, as if she has magical power.

As soon as the cold wind blows, she will use her strong hands to block the snow for me. When she is ill, she will take me to the hospital with her warm hands. I think my mother's hands are as strong as cold wind and warmer than the fire in the stove.

37. My mother's hand is a powerful umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain; Mother's hands are thick cotton-padded clothes to keep me out of the cold; Mother's hand is a dry towel, wiping away the tears in my heart for me.

38. It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, and I dare not write, for fear that my homework will be bad. 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.

39. Mother's hands are rough, and cocoons have grown in many places. These seemingly ordinary hands can remind me of bit by bit like wands. ;