Character Sketch Composition Mom

1. A 600-word essay on junior high school character sketches should have specific urgent matters

Mother’s Hands

In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands and lazy hands. Hands, hands that make you rich, dexterous hands. However, what I write about is my mother’s hard-working hands. Her hands are not very big, and long-term labor has caused calluses to creep onto her fingers, causing a layer of light black skin to grow on the back of her hands.

When the rooster crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. As noon approached, her hands were at work again: busy making lunch. In the afternoon, her hands were at work again: busy making dinner. At night, when the bright moon hangs high, my mother's hands are at work again: busy washing clothes. In short, mother's hands are at work all the time.

Mother’s hands are both hard-working hands and hands full of motherly love. I remember a cold winter afternoon when the weather was relatively cold. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It was late at night and the weather was getting colder. My hands were shaking and I didn’t dare to write for fear of doing my homework badly. At this time, my mother walked up to me and said to me with concern: "Are you cold?" I gently put my hand between hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally completed my homework seriously.

I remember there was another morning in the middle of winter when the weather 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 with my feet. I finally got my feet out, but the boots were filled with lime. "We can't wear them anymore." I took off my leather boots decisively and was about to ask my mother to wash them for me, but then I thought: my mother would criticize me. Finally, I came up with a best-of-both-worlds solution: hide the leather boots in the crack of the door and wait until the weather gets warmer before washing them. The next day, when the weather got a little warmer, I went to wash my leather boots. But there was no sign of leather boots in the crack of the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. As soon as I found the back door, I heard the familiar "swish, swish, swish" sound. Isn't this the sound of mother's hands at work? I followed the sound and found my mother in the patio. She was washing my leather boots. Her hands were red from the cold and had several cracks. Although it was cold, a few crystal beads of sweat still fell from my mother's cheeks. I walked up to her, took the brush for cleaning the leather boots, and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mom said with concern She said, "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I refused, but she had already taken away the leather boots and the brush. In the end, my mother washed it. After she finished washing, she baked the leather boots meticulously. When I put them on again, my eyes were blurred by tears.

Perhaps in everyone’s Qianfan crossing, countless colorful sails and shadows will drift by. It always makes our hearts move with the endless trickling water, and our eyes are accompanied by the vast and boundless beauty. And doing it, at the same time, our thoughts have been washed by wind and rain invisibly

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He, a He is about 57 meters tall, with a big square head on his narrow shoulders.

When he was standing, his clothes were disheveled, and his collar was like a "strength order", which he always refused to let down and held high. And his clothes always have a "face of disunity", and the zipper always refuses to fit into one.

And he stood upright among the messy packages, extremely uncoordinated. He always carries a pile of messy "haystacks" on his head, and the "grass" is always black and oily. The "straw hat" is covered upside down on his head, covering up the endless treasures under the messy grass. When will the haystack be leveled? Only then will you show endless aura.

He has two big ears, stuck to both sides of his head, as if he is always shy. A pair of glasses hangs on his ears. Through the lenses, you can feel that the eyes refract light that is stronger than the sun. Under his big nose, the beauty of that mouth can only be felt in silence. His long speeches are like floods that have opened their gates, and cannot be stopped, and the flow cannot be exhausted...