The end of those gentle hands

I have seen countless hands, big hands, small hands, delicate hands, rough hands, warm hands, cold hands ... but grandma's hands are very special-warm, white, stacked together, like a lovely pigeon.

Careful observation of grandma's hand, she has two thick and hard calluses on her hand, I think: it must be left by grandma's hard work when she was a teacher! Grandma has many wrinkles on her hands. I think this is the trace of ruthless years carving!

Grandma's hands are hard-working and she can cook delicious dishes. If my brother and I are going to stay at my grandmother's house, my grandmother will definitely call me and my brother in advance to order. One of grandma's hobbies is to eat delicious food in the restaurant outside. Grandma will savor it carefully, think about how to do it in her heart, and do her own "experiments" when she gets home. Grandma often cooks a big table of delicious food for me. Every time my brother and I eat grandma's cooking, we can't help wolfing it down because grandma's cooking is so delicious!

Grandma's hands have created many wonderful things! I love these hands, and I love my grandmother more!

Composition 2: Gentle Hands

Bang bang! "Why are you so disobedient? Don't play with water and don't listen. How can you not understand this child? "

Whoa, whoa ... "Why did you hit me? Fight, fight, you know how to fight. Are all my skin dead? "

"How dare you speak!"

In the blink of an eye, that hateful hand came to my mouth again, blood, blood ... you beat me to blood, you are so cruel!

As I spoke, nosebleeds poured out of my nose. At that time, I had never seen so much blood. I was in tears, and I don't know whether the tears flowed into a pool of blood or the blood dyed the river red. In short, it is a mixture of blood and water. My mother ran to the bathroom, tore off a long string of toilet paper and carried my 60-kilogram body onto the sofa. My mouth is still creaking: "Oh, idiot!" " After that, my mother ran to the bathroom, filled the washbasin with water, rushed over and sprinkled it as she ran. I thought to myself, "I asked for it!"

Mom told me to lower my head. She dipped her hand in water, patted my forehead, and then slowly washed away the blood by hand. Ah! My mother's hands are so gentle and comfortable. I saw many cocoons on my mother's hands, which were yellow and fat. Did my mother hit me? Don't! Don't! My mother did the housework! It's mom who's worried

This matter is branded in my heart like a footprint, even if it was a trivial matter four years ago. Now, my mother stops hitting me and often touches me with gentle hands.

Mom's hand is not beautiful and gentle, but gentle!