Put your cold hands in dad's body to describe the composition.

1. I'll give you some handwritten compositions by my father for your reference: 1. Since I was born, my father's hand has guided me to learn to walk.

A pair of little hands often hold me in warm arms and make me feel happy and warm; A pair of hands often hold me high to "fly the plane"; Have a pair of hands, always holding my direction, teaching me to be meticulous; A pair of hands pulled me back, obsessed with computer games, and put me on the right track. That's dad's hand.

My father's hand has been with me for 12 years, which has made me grow from a naive child to a good boy with excellent academic performance. Dad's hands are warm.

When I was a child, I always kicked the quilt when I slept. At this time, my father will hug me with warm hands, pat me gently and sing my favorite songs until I fall asleep. Dad's hands are wide.

I want to be a pilot since I was a child, and I can fly in the blue sky with a plane. Whenever my father gets off work, I always clamor for my father to lift me up and fly the plane. My father will hold me high with strong hands and make a gesture of "indiscriminate bombing" in the room.

At this point, the mother was on pins and needles, reminding her father to be careful from time to time. Dad's hand is a source of encouragement for my progress.

Once, my teacher recommended me to take part in a children's calligraphy competition. Although I practiced at home for n times, my hands kept shaking when I went on stage. You know, this is the first time for me to show my grace in front of so many people. At this time, I only heard a burst of applause from the audience. Ah, how loud and powerful a pair of applause is, how familiar it sounds! I turned around and searched in the vast sea of people.

Ah, it was my father standing under the stage. I was full of confidence at once and wrote a few vigorous and powerful Chinese characters-Father's love is boundless! That time I won the first prize in the children's calligraphy competition. Behind every success, there is always a pair of hands that give me courage and increase my confidence, and that is my father's loving hands.

2. Dad's hands My father has a pair of warm hands. In my impression, these hands are always warm and bring me a lot of joy. Dad has several obvious blue veins standing out on the back of each hand.

The palm is yellow, the back of the hand is light wood, the lines on the palm are deep, and the ten nails are cut very short. Dad's hand is still very big, a whole circle bigger than mine, and not much smaller than the exercise book that usually writes homework.

Dad's hands are not so delicate and rough to the touch, but they make people feel warm and full of strength. One hand of my father can lift me to the top of my head.

The biggest feature of dad's hands is warmth. In winter morning, my father always tries his best to send me to school.

On the way, the wind blew hard and almost got into people's bones. Although I put on a lot of clothes, I still feel very cold, especially my exposed hands and face, as if I had been cut by a knife.

At this time, my father will let me behind him to shelter me from the wind, carrying a heavy schoolbag in one hand and holding my cold little hand in the other, wrapped tightly, pulling me away, and the wind can't blow me anymore. Dad's hand shines on me like a ray of soft sunshine.

Suddenly I feel that my discomfort has disappeared a lot and my heart is warm. Along the way, my father's hand kept holding my hand, which made my hand warm, but my hand gradually became cold and red.

When I am frustrated or sad, my father will reach out and pat me on the shoulder and touch my head, giving me the greatest encouragement and comfort. When I walk a long way, my father will pinch my leg with his hand, which makes me feel very comfortable and never tired again.

When I get the honor, my father will make a V-shaped victory with his hands and be happy with me. My father's hands are not as tender as mine, as clever as my mother's, as industrious as my grandmother's and as industrious as my grandfather's.

However, my father's hand can bring me truth and happiness, and make me feel different, gentle and kind. I love my father's warm hands, and I care more about my father! 3. Dad's Hands Everyone's dad has two hands, big hands like cattail leaf fans, small and smart hands ... My dad's hands are not only big, but also give me infinite strength and inspire me on the road of growth.

These big hands are of great significance to my growth. Whenever my little hands and feet are cold, they always keep me warm. Whenever I encounter difficulties, these big hands always encourage me behind my back and make me succeed every time. I made a terrible mistake in a mid-term exam because I didn't do well in the exam, especially in math.

When I got the test paper, I was shocked and blamed myself: my parents worked hard to raise me, and you actually got such good grades in the exam. How do you explain it to them? Alas, go back and wait for "fried meat with bamboo poles"! Palm is full of sweat, step by step to go home. Today's road is particularly long. I walked for an hour, instead of more than ten minutes.

When I got home, I hesitated again because I had nothing to say to my parents. Just as I was thinking, the door opened and my father came out with an anxious face. When he saw me, he said, "Why did you come back now? I'm anxious. Come in. "

Said a pair of big hands pulling me into the door. After I went in, my mother was not at home, and my favorite lobster was on the table.

Suddenly my eyes were wet. Dad said, "Eat quickly, the food is cold!" " "I muttered," Dad, I only got 70 points in math ... in this exam. "

I closed my eyes and waited for a beating. Who knows, my father said, "Eat quickly. After dinner, let's analyze the reason for this wrong question. "

Then those big hands gave me soup again, and I couldn't help crying. After dinner, my father and I analyzed the cause of the wrong question together and comforted me and said, "Well, don't be sad. I didn't do well in this exam. I will work harder next time. "

He patted me on the shoulder with both hands and said, "I believe you can do it!" " "Suddenly, a warm feeling welled up in my mind. It's him. Those big hands encouraged me when I met with setbacks. I didn't react very well at first.

Once, my father said, "Let's play a game!" " "I smiled and said," all right! "Dad went on to say," Your back is up and mine is down. Let's compare and see if I can stop you. "At first, my father's big hand can stop my little hand every time. Later, my father's big hand can't stop me.

2. Cold hands, warm heart. Writing (describing writing emotions with details of scenery description) Kneel for cold hands and warm hearts.

In our country, children have the custom of walking around the streets with lanterns during the Spring Festival, which is the greatest fun and enjoyment of the Spring Festival.

On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, I went to Dajun's house on the eastern hillside, and Dajun showed me his Chinese New Year lanterns. The lantern is really beautiful, the lampshade is diamond-shaped, made of four pieces of glass, and some small flowers are painted on it. The lantern was bought by Dajun's father from a distant county.

I will ask my father for lanterns when I get home. I said, it's not paper, it's bright. I know my father has no money to buy high-grade glass lanterns. I hope he can make one for me.

Father agreed.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, I was awakened by a rustle. I opened my eyes and saw that my father was busy. After getting used to the dark light in the room, I clearly saw my father polishing a piece of ice far away from the kang. The ice is too cold. Every time I grind it, my father will stop, wipe his hands with the corners of his clothes and put them in a cotton-padded coat to warm them for a while.

I asked, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Father turned his head and said, "I didn't find the right waste glass." I froze a piece of ice yesterday and am making an ice lamp for you. " It's still early, please sleep a little longer. "Say that finish, dad went back and continued to grind hard.

I can't sleep anymore. Seeing my father put his hand into the cotton-padded jacket again, I quickly called him, "Dad, come to me to warm my hands." As he spoke, he lifted the quilt he had covered.

When my father saw it, he quickly came to my side, pressed the quilt I opened and repeatedly said, "I'm not cold, not cold." Be careful, it's freezing. The Spring Festival is coming soon. "

Father's hand touched mine. His hands are so cold! My nose is sour and I regret it. I really shouldn't ask my father for a bright lantern.

My lantern is the most special this Spring Festival. My friends praised my ice lantern, and even the army envied me a little. After a few days, the lamp melted and turned into a piece of water. However, from my father's cold hands, I can feel the truest warmth!

3. Composition About Dad's Hands Since I was born, I have a pair of hands to lead me to learn to walk. A pair of little hands often hold me in warm arms and make me feel happy and warm; A pair of hands often hold me high to "fly the plane"; Have a pair of hands, always holding my direction, teaching me to be meticulous; A pair of hands pulled me back, obsessed with computer games, and put me on the right track. That's dad's hand.

My father's hand has been with me for 12 years, which has made me grow from a naive child to a good boy with excellent academic performance.

Dad's hands are warm. When I was a child, I always kicked the quilt when I slept. At this time, my father will hug me with warm hands, pat me gently and sing my favorite songs until I fall asleep.

Dad's hands are wide. I want to be a pilot since I was a child, and I can fly in the blue sky with a plane. Whenever my father gets off work, I always clamor for my father to lift me up and fly the plane. My father will hold me high with strong hands and make a gesture of "indiscriminate bombing" in the room. At this point, the mother was on pins and needles, reminding her father to be careful from time to time.

Dad's hand is a source of encouragement for my progress. Once, my teacher recommended me to take part in a children's calligraphy competition. Although I practiced at home for n times, my hands kept shaking when I went on stage. You know, this is the first time for me to show my grace in front of so many people. At this time, I only heard a burst of applause from the audience. Ah, how loud and powerful a pair of applause is, how familiar it sounds! I turned around and searched in the vast sea of people. Ah, it was my father standing under the stage. I was full of confidence at once and wrote a few vigorous and powerful Chinese characters-Father's love is boundless! That time I won the first prize in the children's calligraphy competition.

Behind every success, there is always a pair of hands that give me courage and increase my confidence, and that is my father's loving hands.

4. The composition about dad's hand is about 270 words 1. The composition about dad's hand is 300 words: dad's hand (333 words)

Dad's hands are thick, strong and black. Dad created a happy family with his own hands, and dad created his own career with his own hands. Dad's hand has gradually changed from working for others to being a big boss. I am really proud of him.

In spring, my father gives me mosquitoes. In summer, my father gave me a cool fan. In autumn, my father hugged me to sleep.

I still remember that winter, I was doing my homework, shivering with cold, and my hand couldn't write any more, when a warm hand reached out to me. Dad held my hand tightly. Dad said, "Chen Chen, finish your homework first. I will stay here with you. " After waiting for fifty minutes, my father has entered a sweet dream, when my father's hand is loose. When I touch my father's hand again, my God! Dad's hand is shaking. I'll touch mine again. I feel like magic. In just a few minutes, one person's body temperature is exchanged with another's.

Dad's hand warms my hand and my heart.

2. Dad's hand composition 300 words 2: Dad's hand (3 17 words)

My father has a pair of hands, full of cocoons and rough, but he plays many roles!

Dad's hands can do anything. Once, the desk lamp at home was broken, and my mother said, "buy a new desk lamp!" " "Dad quickly stepped forward to dissuade him:" Don't worry, don't worry, such a small problem can't stop my hand. "He took a screwdriver, took off the lamp, checked the wiring inside with a universal hand, tapped it with a screwdriver, and installed the desk lamp. At this time, the desk lamp became the original appearance again. I applauded and said, "Dad, your hands are really amazing! " "

Dad's hands can not only repair things, but also help me.

Once, I learned to ride a bike from my father, and I rode it. Somehow, I fell down at once. My father lifted me up with those strong hands. It is because of my father's strong hands that I tasted the joy of success.

Dad's hand is the pillar of the whole family, and his hand makes us feel comfortable and warm. It is because of my father's hand that our family can live a happy life.

My father has a pair of strange hands. In winter, my father's hand will crack a series of marks, so he always wraps it tightly with tape to prevent the cracks from expanding. Even so, dad never complains.

My father often uses these hands to cook, clean and sweep the floor for my family ... Every time I see my father's hands, I feel particularly warm. I remember that dad was "dressing" his hand that night, so I pestered him to blow balloons for me to play with. At this time, my father blew me balloons without saying anything. The balloon has been blown up by my father My father just tried to tighten the balloon when he heard a bang and the balloon burst. Dad had to blow another one, but just as dad wanted to tighten it, the balloon burst again and blew several times in a row. What happened? Only then did we find out that it was dad's "strange hand" that made the ghost. We all laughed. Although the balloon didn't blow up, I still appreciate my father's "loving hand".

When dad's students asked him if it hurt to write chalk, he just smiled. From then on, everyone stopped asking questions, but every time they tried to help dad copy the homework registration. My mother often laughs at my father's "rich hand".

Dad can do many strange things with these hands. Do you want to know? Just come to my house and have a look.

5. "Dad's Hand" composition 490 words I love my father's hand that conveys warmth. Palm yellow, no longer tired. When I get the honor, my father will make a V-shaped victory with his hands and be happy with me. My father will reach out and pat me on the shoulder, which makes me feel different, gentle and kind, not too rough, but warm, full of strength and red.

When I am depressed or sad. However, my father's hands can bring me truth and happiness, and I love and care more about my father. My father has a pair of warm hands, stroking my head in the impression, giving me the greatest encouragement and comfort. When I walk a long way, my father will pinch my leg with his hand, which makes me feel very comfortable. It's not as dexterous as my mother's hands, and it's not as diligent as my grandmother's hands. It's a whole circle bigger than mine, and it's not much smaller than the exercise book used for homework, but it still feels very cold.

Dad's hands are not as tender as mine, and they are always warm. On the way, the wind blew hard and almost got into people's bones. Although I added a lot of clothes, my father's hand kept holding my hand, which made my hand warm, especially my exposed hand and face. My father's hand doesn't feel so delicate, which brings me a lot of joy. Not as hard as my grandfather's hands. He pulled me away, and the wind couldn't blow me anymore. He held my cold little hand in one hand and shone on me inside. Suddenly I feel that my discomfort has disappeared a lot. At this time, my father would let me stand behind him to shield me from the wind, carrying a heavy schoolbag in one hand, as if it had been cut by a knife, but my hands were getting colder and colder, wrapped tightly, the back of my hand was balsa wood, the lines on my palm were deep, and ten nails were cut very short. One hand of my father can lift me to the top of my head.

The biggest feature of dad's hands is warmth. In winter morning, my father always tries his best to send me to school. Along the way.

Every hand of my father has several obvious blue veins standing out on the back of his hand, which makes my heart warm. Dad's hands are still big. Dad's hand is like a ray of soft sunshine.

6. Write a composition fragment of "Dad's Hands". Dad's hands are not beautiful, rough and rough, with a deep bronze color, much like chocolate, but not so sweet and attractive, and some are just mixed with the ups and downs of life, but every time I see them, I want to cry.

Once, my father was a farmer. When I was a child, I never understood why my father always liked to stand in the sun. I always have a strange feeling when I look at that rough bronze hand with scars. I can't say what it is, but I always smile and ask my father, "Dad, Dad, why are your hands different from Chien's?" Dad, dad, why do you always like to play in the sun? I don't like it. " And my father always touches my head gently with those hands that have weathered the storm and supported the livelihood of the whole family. "Qian Xian is lovely, you see," his big hand wrapped around my little hand, feeling a little stinging. In the sun, it is a pair of white and tender hands, a pair of brand-new hands. "Dad, it is because you always play in the sun that your hands will become like this. Do you like your hands to be like this in the future? " I pouted and shook my head. "Well, tell you what, Qian Xian, you go back to your house and play with your teachers and classmates at school, okay?" The hoarse voice rang in my ear in the sun, like a nursery rhyme, singing and ferrying for my life. "Then Qian Xian will hurry back to the house, and Dad will stay in the sun, okay?" I nodded with a smile and ran into the house, while my father behind me continued to work with his rough hands, day after day and year after year. ...

Dad's hands are very strong, and there are many thick cocoons on them, which are hard and warm and warm to our family's heart.

When I was a child, no matter how busy my father was, he always sent me to school and after school. In the hazy memory, those powerful big hands full of cocoons are always full of my memory. In the cold winter, the wind whistling like a strong father. With a wave of his powerful hands, all the cold was driven away by him. "Dad ..." I pulled my dad's thin coat and looked at him hopefully. He glanced at the steaming food on the stall and bowed his head and asked me, "Qianxian wants to eat." I nodded with a smile. "hmm." Dad's hand, which has become rough because of doing farm work all the year round, reached into his trouser pocket and touched it for a long time. Finally, he took out a crumpled fifty-cent bill. But the paper money seems to weigh a thousand pounds, and my father's hand is hesitant. The bronze hand swings up and down in a small range, but my father's hand is always strong. Finally, he handed it to the smiling stall owner, and the money gently entered the stall owner's trouser pocket. Holding hot food in both hands, I was put on my bike by my father as soon as I parachuted, like playing a roller coaster, and I was amused. "Dad, do you eat?" I smiled and asked my father. Dad touched my face with a hand with many cocoons. "I don't eat, you sit still, dad is going to drive." "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of fiber. My dad has such a strong hand that I won't throw the fiber out of the car." In the hazy fog, there is always a pair of strong hands to block all the wind and rain for the little girl. ...

Now, my father is old, and a few silver threads have appeared in his thick black hair, but his strong hands are still tanned, as before. ...

7. Composition about Dad's Hands 440 words My father has a pair of hands covered with cocoons, which are rough, but they play many roles! Dad's hand is the pillar of the whole family, and his hand makes us feel comfortable and warm. It is because of my father's hand that our family can live a happy life.

Father's hand

Zou Yang, Class 5, Grade 5, Leyuan Primary School, Yuncheng County, Shandong Province

My father has a pair of hands, full of cocoons and rough, but he plays many roles!

Dad's hands can do anything. Once, the desk lamp at home was broken, and my mother said, "buy a new desk lamp!" " "Dad quickly stepped forward to dissuade him:" Don't worry, don't worry, such a small problem can't stop my hand. "He took a screwdriver, took off the lamp, checked the wiring inside with a universal hand, tapped it with a screwdriver, and installed the desk lamp. At this time, the desk lamp became the original appearance again. I applauded and said, "Dad, your hands are really amazing! " "

Dad's hands can not only repair things, but also help me.

Once, I learned to ride a bike from my father, and I rode it. Somehow, I fell down at once. My father lifted me up with those strong hands. It is because of my father's strong hands that I tasted the joy of success.

Dad's hand is the pillar of the whole family, and his hand makes us feel comfortable and warm. It is because of my father's hand that our family can live a happy life.

My father has a pair of warm hands. In my impression, these hands are always warm and bring me a lot of joy.

Dad has several obvious blue veins standing out in each hand. The palm is yellow, the back of the hand is light wood, the lines on the palm are deep, and the ten nails are cut very short. Dad's hand is still very big, a whole circle bigger than mine, and not much smaller than the exercise book that usually writes homework. Dad's hands are not so delicate and rough to the touch, but they make people feel warm and full of strength. One hand of my father can lift me to the top of my head.

The biggest feature of dad's hands is warmth. In winter morning, my father always tries his best to send me to school. On the way, the wind blew so fast that it almost blew into people's bones. Although I put on a lot of clothes, I still feel very cold, especially my exposed hands and face, as if I had been cut by a knife. At this time, my father will let me behind him to help me keep out the wind, carrying a heavy schoolbag in one hand and holding my cold little hand in the other, wrapped tightly, pulling me away, and the wind can't blow me anymore. Dad's hand shines on me like a ray of soft sunshine. Suddenly I feel that my discomfort has disappeared a lot and my heart is warm. Along the way, my father's hand kept holding my hand, which made my hand warm, but my hand gradually became cold and red.

When I am frustrated or sad, my father will reach out and pat me on the shoulder and touch my head, giving me the greatest encouragement and comfort. When I walk a long way, my father will pinch my leg with his hand, which makes me feel very comfortable and never tired again. When I get the honor, my father will make a V-shaped victory with his hands and have a good time with me.

My father's hands are not as tender as mine, as clever as my mother's, as industrious as my grandmother's and as industrious as my grandfather's. However, my father's hand can bring me truth and happiness, and make me feel different, gentle and kind.

I love my father's warm hands, and I care more about my father!

9. Dad's handwritten composition uses descriptive methods to write ideas: first write why Dad taught you to swim, then write how Dad taught you to learn to swim (in detail), and finally write what inspiration you got from it.

Fan Wen: In order to make me strong, my parents decided to let me learn to swim. But I'm a little scared to hear about my classmates who have learned to swim.

On the first day of learning to swim, at the urging of my mother, I came to the swimming pool in fear and trembling. I see a swimming pool bigger than the basketball court in front of me. The swimming pool was crowded, and people were splashing water around in colorful swimsuits, which dazzled me. On the first day, we should be familiar with water. The teacher asked us to put our hands on the wall of the pool, our shoulders in the water, and then walk around the pool.

When I walked into the swimming pool, a sudden chill made me shudder involuntarily. After a while, the students were exhausted, but the cruel teacher made us practice again and again.

In the next few days, the teacher taught us to kick, hold our breath and row. Kick your feet up first, then turn them over, and finally kick them out and clip them together quickly.

Who listened to the teacher's slogan: turn over the pedal clamp, and the students followed with floating boards. After repeated practice, it took me a day to learn to pedal. It turns out that learning to swim is not difficult or terrible. I learned to kick and hold my breath again. The first time I kicked my leg and held my breath, I drank a lot of saliva, I couldn't breathe, and my eyes were sour. At first, I had to take a few sips from side to side. Later, I mastered the method and soon learned to hold my breath.

I want to learn rowing again. I learned to row on the ground, and I learned it quickly. However, due to timid reasons, I get confused when I enter the water, just like a crab scratching its teeth in the water, and sometimes I don't even dare to dive. I only stayed for a few days. Suddenly one day, the teacher said to let me take down the floating balls and check them one by one. As soon as my mind went blank, it was my turn. I refuse to go in the water. The teacher saw me like this and said to me, "There is nothing to be afraid of with my protection."

Hearing the teacher's words and thinking of my mother's expectations, I got up the courage to jump. Ah, I'm floating, floating, I can swim. "Since then, I am not afraid of swimming now, and I fell in love with swimming.

Learning to swim, let me not only realize the joy of overcoming fear and achieving success, but also taste the taste of bitter before sweet. It's really: "the plum blossom fragrance is not cold."