Mom's handwriting is great.

In daily study, work and life, everyone will always come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is an excellent composition by my mother's hand, which I collected for you. I hope it will help you.

My mother's hands are not very beautiful, delicate or white, but they are very important to me, and I regret it.

It, with a few blue veins clearly printed on the back of the hand, has a faint fragrance, sharp nails and clean inside, until that happened, which changed all this.

One Saturday morning, I was exhausted after exercise and didn't want to go home with a heavy badminton racket on my back, so I begged my mother, "Can you put my bag in the car?" My mother looked at me exhausted and softened, and promised me. We opened the suitcase and put the bag in. Although I saw my mother slam the door hard, I only heard a soft door closing sound, and then my mother greeted me with a scream. The cry echoed in the parking lot, and I was frightened at once. I suddenly turned my head and ran to see. I'm surprised: how did this happen? I saw my mother's nails, which were originally white and red, turned into bloody blue. It turned out that the heavy suitcase was holding her hand down. I seem to feel the sting, but my mother just said softly, "Let's go." She fought back the biting pain. There seems to be a snake in my heart, panic and anxiety surround me, and my heart seems to be pulled up again. If I hadn't been lazy, my mother's hand wouldn't have been hurt. I really regret it!

From then on, my mother became more and more fond of hands and bought all kinds of hand cream. They are better maintained than before, but the scars are clearly left on her hands.

Although there is an obvious scar on my mother's hand, I regard these flawed hands as important as treasures. These flawed hands make me regret it.

Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 2 "The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body." Every time I read this poem, I think of my mother's hand.

Mom's hands are always so flexible. She finished the housework one second and began to sleep the next. In my eyes, my mother is always overworked and has no rest time.

I believe my mother is very clever. As long as we have "retired" clothes or other items, my mother can turn waste into treasure with a few brushes. For example, old clothes can always be transformed into new quilts and rags; Coke bottles and plastic bottles can be turned into bottles, which can be used to store sundries. ...

Two days before the exam, I reviewed my lessons at home. Every night, my mother will quietly walk into my bedroom and bring me a plate of delicious fruit. There is a note under the plate: the exam is coming soon, so be sure to pay attention to your health. Seeing my mother's note, I felt a warm current in my heart and felt a force for progress.

Speaking of cooking, my mother is fine, too. She created many unique dishes, such as dried radish, fried pineapple with bacon and meatballs with Lee's bean dregs.

I know that for my mother, I can repay her and give her the greatest comfort, that is, to achieve satisfactory academic performance. Mom, please rest assured that your daughter won't let you down!

My mother has white hands. Her hands can make me happy.

Once, I was playing in front of my house, and a big black dog came out of nowhere and kept barking at me. The barking of the dog was terrible, and I was too scared to move. Just then, my mother came over and drove the big dog away with her white and soft hands, and then took my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, son, there is a mother!" " "I went home under the protection of my mother.

When I was hungry, my mother's hand came to help me again, washing and cutting vegetables by hand. She accidentally cut her hand, but my mother stopped growling about my stomach and got busy again. The sound of running water, the sound of cutting vegetables and the sound of cooking make up a wonderful piece of music. The food was finally ready, and my mother picked it up for me herself. Soon, a "vegetable mountain" was piled up in my bowl. From time to time, my mother persuaded me, "Eat more!" "Thank you, Mom!"

I am a very active little girl, and I often knock myself black and blue. Whenever I complain to my mother, my mother will carefully feed me medicine with her gentle hands for fear of hurting me. Those hands still touch my forehead from time to time, and I sit quietly like a lamb.

Whenever I am bullied, my mother's hand will come to my side, wipe away my tears, hold my hand and teach me how to understand, how to tolerate and how to get along with others. Sometimes my mother will tell some interesting stories and teach me. Soon, my troubles and sadness were forgotten, only my happiness, happiness and satisfaction.

This is the mother's hand, a pair of beautiful and magical hands. I love my mother, and I love these selfless loving hands even more.

Mother's hands excellent composition 4 I have seen all kinds of hands; Pufan-like hands, chubby hands, hardworking hands, dexterous hands ... but I love my mother's hardworking and loving hands best.

I remember last winter, it rained heavily one day. I took my umbrella home, and accidentally, it fell into the mud and got dirty. I was afraid that my mother would scold me when I got home, so I wanted to wash my umbrella first. But how cold it will be to put your hands in cold water on such a cold day! So I quietly put my umbrella in the corner of the door when my mother wasn't looking.

In the evening, I was doing my homework at the edge of the room when I suddenly heard the sound of brushing. The sound is so clear and rhythmic. I walked over and found my mother squatting by the faucet in the kitchen, struggling to brush her umbrella covered with mud. Watching mom move up and down. I feel very guilty psychologically. I feel as if she is not scrubbing the stain on the umbrella, but scrubbing the stain that I don't like to work in my heart! It's so cold that I can't help shivering. Suddenly, the brush in my mother's hand fell off.

She picked it up quickly. At this time, I saw my mother's hand shaking with cold, so I quickly went over and held her hand. Ah, I just found that my mother's back is red and swollen, her fingers are swollen, and her whole hand is wet and cold. I quickly took my mother's hand with both hands and said, mom, I'll brush it! Mother replied softly: you go to study and I'll brush it. Be careful in the future.

After listening to my mother's words, tears suddenly blurred my eyes. Ah! How great is maternal love!

Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 5 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures …" Although this is only a nursery rhyme, it praises the great mothers in the world. This song also expresses my deep love for my mother.

When I was very young, I remember that my mother had beautiful hands. With her beautiful hands, she washes clothes, cleans the house and cooks for us every day, which makes me thrive. Today, I grow strong and big.

By the time I started studying culture, my mother's hands began to get rough. Besides working hard every day, she also saved my tuition, bought me the best clothes, let me eat the most delicious food, have the most fun and live in the best house. My mother has only one goal-let me grow up happily and healthily, have the best childhood and the best life.

Now, I have grown up, learned more knowledge, understood more truth, and gradually understood that everything I have is made by my mother with her beautiful hands. Now, my mother's hands are getting rougher, and the veins on the back of her hand are bursting, which makes me very distressed. ...

How I wish I could go back in time and let my mother and I go back to the past, so that I will be more sensible than now, let my mother care less about me and let my mother be as beautiful as ever.

Everyone has a pair of hands, some are rough and hard, some are soft and delicate, and some are slender and dexterous, but what I like best is my mother's warm hands.

I remember a sunny spring morning, and my mother woke me up to learn to ride a bike. I reluctantly came to the bicycle and looked at the bicycle with two wheels. I really don't want to learn. I just wanted to go home and have a good sleep, but I couldn't beat my mother and had to learn cycling.

I was absent-minded when I studied. I ride, fall, ride, fall, and my ass hurts. My mother criticized me several times. Later, my mother helped me up, pulled me aside and raised her hand directly, which startled me. I thought my mother was going to hit me, but she didn't. Instead, she gently stroked my head with her hand and said to me, "son, you have grown up and can learn two-wheeled bicycles." If you still sleep until eight or nine o'clock every day like when you were in kindergarten, how can you do that? " You should take everything seriously so that you can do everything well. "

As soon as I heard it, I felt that I shouldn't have done that just now, and my spirit immediately came up. I study hard and intently. Even if I wrestled in the middle, I persisted in thinking of my mother's words and soon learned two-wheeled bicycles.

Mother's hand is the cradle, and mother's hand is the warm stove. In the rough palm of my mother's hand, I will grow up slowly and become a good child who can stand on my own feet.

Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 7 How familiar and cordial the word mother is! My mother looks generous and polite. She is of medium height and has short hair. Eyebrows seem to be painted with strokes; Although her eyes are small, her eyesight is excellent, even a little dust on the table can't escape her eyes, and her eyes are narrowed into a line when she smiles. When she is angry, her eyes are not as small as usual, but they stare big, which is so scary! But mom is also good for us. There is also a talkative mouth under her pointed nose, and no one upstairs and downstairs says she is not good. This is my mother! What do you like best about your mother? I like mom's hands best! Because my mother washes and cooks for us with both hands, makes money for our labor with both hands, and creates a beautiful study and living environment for us with both hands. & So I like mom's hands! My mother takes me to school every morning and picks me up after work in the afternoon. I don't know how many times this has been repeated, but she didn't complain. When I am sick, she will stay by my side all night. When it rains after school, she will cover my head with an umbrella, but her clothes are wet. When my hands are cold, she will touch my cold little hands with her warm hands, and soon my hands will not be so cold. When I am in trouble, she will help me; When I made a mistake, she didn't beat and scold me like others, but persuaded me, educated me and let me know more knowledge. A sweet smile appeared on her face when I got good grades in the exam. When I don't do well in the exam, she will tell me not to lose heart and have another chance next time. Mom, she is the first candle in my heart, and I will try my best to repay my mother. Grade 6, No.2 Middle School, Grape Development Company, Horticultural Field, Turpan City, Xinjiang: Know yourself in cold and warm weather.

There are many kinds of hands in this world, warm hands, strong hands and small hands. However, in my mind, the most profound thing is my mother's loving hand!

Mom's hands are not too big or beautiful, but every time I see her hands, I can see her hard work and struggle. My tears will roll in my eyes involuntarily, and my nose will be sour.

Time has come to wave this strange "magic wand". Time flows like a river, flowing like a river, inadvertently washing away countless beautiful memories. However, there are still several things that warm people's hearts. It attracts me like a magnet, and I can't help it!

My memory is a little vague, but I can almost remember it. I remember it snowed one winter. My friends and I made a snowman and had a snowball fight in the snow. We had a good time. But I didn't pay attention to the clothes. After playing, the clothes have been deformed by friends. I'm afraid my mother will scold me. What should I do? I tried my best to find a way to kill two birds with one stone. I'll put the dirty clothes in the closet first, and then change into a clean suit and take it out. The next day, when my mother went to work, I just washed my big clothes quickly.

The next day, I got up early and looked at my mother. She had disappeared. There was a "Chen Wenjing" sound in my ear. I walked over and saw that it was my mother washing yesterday's clothes for me. Her hands were red and swollen by cold water. I threw myself into my mother's arms with tears in my eyes. I didn't see that my mother was going to scold me. Mom said, "Happy childhood, never mind!" " "Smiled at me.

I said, "mom, I'll wash it!" "

Mom said, "Nothing, I'd better wash it!" " "Mom smiled at me.

Poor inherit the wind! Mother's loving hands can best reflect the most precious-maternal love!

Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 9 There are so many people on earth. Everyone has a pair of hands. Everyone thinks their hands are very good and they like them very much. But I think my mother has better hands. Although her hands are not so soft and delicate, I like them. This is because when I love my mother, I love her so hard-working and I love her so kind.

Once again, I went to the mountains to watch the adults harvest wheat. In the fields, wheat from Huang Chengcheng is covered with golden light. Grandpa, father and mother waved sickles nervously and rhythmically, and the wheat behind them was neatly arranged. At this time, I saw that my mother's hand was worn out. I sat on the ridge and said to my mother, "mom, slow down." Look, your hand is broken. " My mother said, "Nothing, nothing!" I feel sad and want to cry, but my mother said to me, go home quickly, it's none of your business!

I went back and did my homework at home, but I kept thinking about my mother's injured hand and I couldn't write any more.

Mom's hands are big and rough, but they are the most beautiful and beautiful I have ever seen.

I like my mother's hands. I can't say why, but I like them.

Mom's hand is my pride. I am very satisfied that my mother has such hands. These hands are so familiar to me that I can tell his face when I close my eyes. I prefer my mother's hands.

Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 10 Mother's hands used to be white and tender, but now they are a pair of hands that depict many traces of hard work. When I was born, my mother's hands held me; When I am sad, my mother's hand comforts me; My mother taught me when I was naughty.

I still remember when I was a child, when I was about to go to primary school, I was afraid to enter the classroom because I was unfamiliar with the environment. At that time, it was my mother who held my hand and made me feel safe, so that I could face this strange environment. When I first learned to write, my handwriting was as small as an ant and crooked as a caterpillar. At this time, my mother's big hand held my little hand and taught me to write one by one, so that I could write neat and correct handwriting. In the second grade, I accidentally fell and broke my bone. My mother carries me upstairs and downstairs every day to take care of me because of mobility difficulties. Mother's hand is a magical magician. When I am hungry, I will become delicious food. When the weather turns cold, she will knit me a warm scarf, so that I can feel my mother's warm love at any time.

Although my mother's hands, in order to take care of me, no longer wear beautiful nail polish, but I think they are the most beautiful hands in the world, because those hands have brought me great happiness, so I want to say loudly: "Mom! I love you! "

Mother's hands are excellent composition 1 1 Mother's hands are a pair of ordinary hands, fat and red. No manicure, no diamond ring. These are ordinary hands.

But in my memory, these are magical hands. It not only makes my home clean and warm, but also allows me to eat delicious meals from time to time, which really makes me addicted. Once, our class went out to play. My mother prepared lunch for me. She didn't go to the supermarket to buy ready-made food like other mothers, but made it for me. She actually made an "egg smiling face" with eggs and ham! Looking at these lovely and interesting smiling faces, I am very happy! Ask the students to taste it, and even the teachers praise it with one voice: "What a clever hand your mother has!" "

These are talking hands. Once, I deserted in class and didn't listen carefully. When I got home, my mother asked me how the class was. I didn't say anything for a long time. Mother was very angry and suddenly raised her hand. I was shocked and quickly covered my head with my hand. My mother's big hand hit my little hand. It was a heavy slap, which hurt my hand and woke my heart. Let me understand that I should be serious in class and practical in doing things, and I can't be mixed.

These are pleasant hands. When I was a child, I always pestered my mother to tell me stories. While talking, my mother played with all kinds of interesting animals: ponies, monkeys, birds ... They sang and danced happily together, chatted happily and slept with me.

Mother's hand is a pair of selfless dedication hands, it silently pays our hard work, time and everything, guiding me to a better future.

My mother's hand is an excellent composition 12. She has a pair of hands and often holds me in warm arms. Have a pair of hands, always guide me in the direction of progress, teach me to do things meticulously; I have a pair of hands that help me get on the right track when I am obsessed with computer games and make me a good student with excellent academic performance ... These hands are my mother's hands.

Mother's hand is a kind hand. Whenever I have a cold and fever, my mother always touches my forehead with those rough and gentle hands, which makes me feel a kind of deep maternal love. In the dead of night, my mother covered the quilt I kicked off with those hands again. Mother's hands are tough. Whenever I lie down and play and don't write and practice the piano seriously, my mother will talk to me and educate me. If there is no help, she will slap my ass like rain with those hands, and my ass will hurt at once. This pain will never be forgotten.

In life, my mother's hand gave me meticulous care and care. Once, when I was riding a bike, I fell down and hurt my knee. My mother gives me medicine every day and sends me to school with a heavy burden. My mother's hand must have been sore and sore during that time, right? This is my mother's hand, sometimes like a towering mountain, let me rely on it. Sometimes it is like a towering tree, which can shelter me from the wind and rain. It is a warm harbor, it is a candlelight in the dark, which gives me countless encouragement, gives me incomparable confidence and guides me on the road of life.

I love my mother's hand deeply.

Mother's hand excellent composition 13 mother's hand, everyone's mother has a pair of hands with different functions. My mother's hands can not only work, but also learn from me.

I remember once, I got more than 60 points in the exam and went home to tell my mother. At that time, my mother was so angry that her hair was almost burned out that she raised a stick and hit me. My mother hits me very fast, hitting a stick every two seconds, about 20 sticks. My body is black and blue, not only my body hurts, but also my heart hurts.

When I dream at night, it seems that someone is touching my head. I touched my mother's hand. My mother's hands are different from before. My mother's hands are white and tender, smooth and beautiful. Now, my mother's hands are very rough, and there are two or three small blisters on her hands, all of which are from work. The next day, my mother touched my head, held my hand and said, "son, listen carefully in class, and you are not allowed to take so many exams in the future." In the evening, I came home and found my mother cooking my favorite dish with her rough hands.

I remember once, I was only 6 years old. My grandmother has a cactus at home. I just felt the stabbing. Finally, I found that the existing cactus stabbed my finger. My mother was in a hurry and quickly took me to the river. My mother touched my hand with those hands and squeezed the thorn out of my finger. I didn't feel the pain, but I felt the warmth. After a while, I finally squeezed out the thorn. I smiled happily. My mother touched my head with those warm hands and said, "Son, don't touch cactus again, okay?"

Mom's hands are precious. Mother's hands protect us like the sky, and mother's hands protect us like the sea, so that we can grow up happily.

Mother's hand excellent composition 14 maternal love is a clear spring, which encourages me to move forward when I am discouraged; Mother's love is a bright light, guiding my direction. Many times, a mother's love is expressed through her warm hands.

I remember one time, there was a biting wind outside, and my mother asked me to get dressed, but I didn't listen. I have a little fever at night.

My mother stayed up all night, staying by my side, taking my temperature for a while and letting me take medicine for a while. Later, because the fever was too high, my mother insisted on taking me to the hospital, and I cried. At this time, my mother patted me with a warm hand and said, "Nothing, I have a mother." When I came to the hospital, the doctor said I needed an injection. I thought to myself, I didn't listen to my mother, otherwise I wouldn't need an injection. When the doctor took out the needle, I turned pale and trembled with fear. In an instant, my mother opened her hands and a big hug made me feel very warm. Looking back, it was my mother. She touched my head and said, "You have to be strong. Mom is always with you." In the process of injection, a powerful force made me brave, and that was my mother's hand.

It was already morning after the injection, and my mother stayed up all night and stayed by my side. I was moved to see that she was too sleepy to open her eyes. I really want to say to her: thank you, mom, for your hard work.

Mother's hand is a big tree, which helps me resist the wind and rain; Mother's hand is a ray of sunshine, which makes me feel warm in the ice and snow. I love my mother, and I love my mother's hands more.

Mother's Hands Excellent Composition 15 Since I came to this world, I have seen countless kinds of hands, but I like my mother's hands best. My mother's hands are hardworking and full of love, working silently for me and this family.

I remember playing in the yard with an umbrella on rainy days. I accidentally dropped my umbrella on the ground and it slid forward quickly under the action of the wind. I finally caught the "flying" umbrella. When I lifted it, I saw it was covered with mud, but there was a hole in it. I took an umbrella, afraid of being beaten by my mother when I went home, so I put it in the bathroom and fell asleep in bed. There was a sound of "shua shua-"in the bathroom. I suddenly woke up and walked to the bathroom. My mother is washing that old umbrella and mending that hole. I clearly saw my mother's hands flushed with cold water, and tears blurred my vision.

I saw my mother's red hand and went up to her and said, "Mom, let me help you with your composition." "No, you go and do your homework. Don't forget what you learned yesterday. " I sat at my desk slowly, thinking about my mother's red hand ... "Don't think about things that have nothing to do with you, do your homework, and go to school tomorrow." Mom's voice rang in my ear. It's already nine o'clock in the evening after finishing my homework. I lay in bed, thinking about my mother's hand.

My mother's hands are hardworking and full of love, working silently for my tomorrow and the future of my family.