"Mom's Hand" Junior High School Composition

Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times, with the help of my mother's hands, I overcame all kinds of difficulties ... I love my mother's warm and powerful hands. Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times, with the help of my mother's hands, I overcame all kinds of difficulties ... I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.