Mother's hand composition is 600 words.

What impressed me most in this world was my mother, whose hands I will never forget.

When I came into this world, a smiling person greeted me. She held me in her delicate hands, smiled at me and talked to me. Although I don't know why she did it, I know it's a happy expression.

When I waddled to learn to walk, she held me in her slender hands and taught me to walk. When I fell, she lifted me up with her sensitive hands. I know she made me take the first step in my life. When I can talk and walk, she sends me to kindergarten. I know she is my mother. Every day when I get home, she will cook my favorite meals with her dexterous hands, and sometimes she will use her dexterous hands.

When everything comes back to life, she will hold my little hand with delicate hands and play outside. I think my mother's hands are as soft as spring breeze.

When the sun is hot, she will take me swimming with rough hands. When I sleep, she will fan me with cool hands and gently pat me to sleep. I think my mother's hands are as soft and cool as a fan.

When autumn leaves fall, she will knit a sweater for me with her dexterous hands. These sweaters are more beautiful and warmer than those bought. I think my mother's hands are as warm as sweaters and more dexterous than those of a weaver girl.

As soon as the cold wind blows, she will block the snow for me with her strong hands. When I am sick, she will take me to the hospital with those warm hands. I think my mother's hands are as strong as cold wind and warmer than the fire in the stove.

Season after season, year after year, my mother's hands are full of calluses and no longer delicate. Looking at the photos of my mother's girlhood, there is an unspeakable taste. ...

I know that my mother's hands used to be so slender, so smooth and so delicate ... everything was just once. Must it be once? Will it always be once? Can it only be changed once? Don't! Don't! Don't! I hope it is now, later, not once! I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......

As long as I can remember, my sister's class has kept two chickens. I go to see chickens as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, hens lay eggs and chicks will hatch in them. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this, I heard voices. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity has finally come. ...

That day, the hen went to find food for the chicken. The naughty cock was not at home and ran out to play. Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " If you send them like this, you will die. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...