That was when I was very young. One night, my father was not at home. I have had a high fever since I was a child. My mother worried that I was too young to bite my tongue, so she put her finger in my mouth. At that time, although I was young, I was also strong. My fingers turned purple in a few minutes. My mother's hand never wavered. Later, my fever finally went down, but my mother's hands were already bleeding bright red. There is endless love in the blood.
2. Handwriting (100 words) I am a pair of hardworking hands. As a hand, I can do many things for my master.
You see, at some point, my master asked me to do things with these hands. On this day, the host went out to play football, and they had a good time.
Suddenly, the owner was hugged, fell down, his clothes were dirty and his pants were broken. What shall we do? Master's parents are not at home, so I have to use my hands.
My hands are hardworking. I carried a big washbasin with my hand, washed powder with my hand, and began to wash clothes for my master. My hands feel that the master's clothes are really difficult to wash, and the tired fingers of my ten brothers in these hands are numb. Finally, my hands washed the dirty clothes.
But the pants are still broken. How does the host wear it? I have no choice but to mend them with my dexterous hands. I am a hand, of course I will look for something. When I found the needle and thread, I threaded it with my thumb and forefinger, held the torn part of my trousers with my left hand and sewed it with my right forefinger and thumb.
Inadvertently, I stabbed the index finger of my left hand, and it was all red blood. Fingers are connected, and the left hand hurts for a long time and has not recovered. The clothes have been washed and the trousers have been mended. I'm glad that this task has finally been completed.
But the good times didn't last long, and the master suddenly felt that the homework had not been completed, so he used me again. I am a hardworking hand, of course I am very happy. I help my master with his right hand. When he finished thinking, he gave me instructions in his mind. I followed his instructions, holding the pen with three fingers and writing in my notebook. This was repeated dozens of times. After a while, I looked up and saw that there were many words on the paper. I was very happy.
However, I just wrote with my right hand, and my wrists and fingers were tired, so I begged Master to rest, but Master wouldn't let me stop. Yes, I am the master's hand, and the master is hardworking and brave. How can I rest? My homework is finally finished. It seems that my hands are really capable. So the master took me to rest.
The bright red "A" on the master's exercise book and the beautiful patch on his pants are all because of my hands. Without my hand, my master's exercise book is still blank, my master's pants are still on, and my clothes are still dirty.
But then again, if the master is not hardworking, how can I have these hardworking hands? I'm glad to have a hardworking master. If my master is lazy, I may be a pair of lazy hands now.
I am a good helper of my hardworking master. He is my hardworking commander.
There are many crayfish in grandpa's crab pond. Crayfish has two big pliers, which are used for fighting. If you play with crayfish, be careful not to touch its big pliers. If you accidentally bite it, it will hurt you. Crayfish also has two long beards, which may be used for decoration. Look, the big lobster bares its teeth and the small lobster is alive and kicking. It is easy to eat crayfish, but it is not easy to kill it alive. First take the body of the crayfish, cut off its big pliers, and then cut off its eight small claws. Now, crayfish will behave very well. Fry the crayfish in the oil pan, and all the crayfish, big and small, are dressed in red. Add seasoning and the crayfish will be out of the pot. Do you want to eat crayfish? Please come to my grandpa's crab pond. Part 2 once, my grandmother gave me a delicate little box with a small bucket in it. At first glance, it turned out to be a vivid crayfish. I kept it in a small washbasin and put some aquatic plants and goose soft stones as its companions. This lobster looks very cute. Its brown-red armor is dotted with some black dots, like a little soldier. Its head is big, take it. Slide gently on the water. Lobster has a pair of big pliers, which are "weapons" for predation and self-defense. Lobster's body is a section, and it seems to drag several carriages when crawling. I want to test its weapon and deliberately touch its tentacles with my fingers. It opened its big serrated pliers and came at me. Fortunately, the hand is quick and the eye is quick, and it didn't catch me. Now I dare not provoke it easily. Lobster has a special set. I grabbed a son to feed him, and he quietly hid aside. After a while, my son swam over, the lobster swooped down, clamped his son with pliers, and then ate it little by little for fear of being snatched away by others. It's so interesting. A few days later, when I fed my son crayfish again, I found it looked listless and didn't want to eat. I asked my mother. It turned out that it was stuck in the basin all day and lost its freedom. So I'm not happy. I thought: I should put it back into nature. So I took it to a small river in the country. Crawfish happily climbed into the water and soon disappeared. Although I lost my lovely crayfish, I don't regret seeing it free and happy. This incident made me understand that life belongs to nature.
4. Handwritten composition (100 words)
I am a pair of hardworking hands. As a hand, I can do many things for my master. You see, at some point, my master asked me to do things with these hands.
On this day, the host went out to play football, and they had a good time. Suddenly, the owner was hugged, fell down, his clothes were dirty and his pants were broken. What shall we do? Master's parents are not at home, so I have to use my hands. My hands are hardworking. I carried a big washbasin with my hand, washed powder with my hand, and began to wash clothes for my master. My hands feel that the master's clothes are really difficult to wash, and the tired fingers of my ten brothers in these hands are numb. Finally, my hands washed the dirty clothes. But the pants are still broken. How does the host wear it? I have no choice but to mend them with my skillful hands. I am a hand, of course I will look for something. When I found the needle and thread, I threaded it with my thumb and forefinger, held the torn part of my trousers with my left hand and sewed it with my right forefinger and thumb. Inadvertently, I stabbed the index finger of my left hand, and it was all red blood. Fingers are connected, and the left hand hurts for a long time and has not recovered.
The clothes have been washed and the trousers have been mended. I'm glad that this task has finally been completed.
But the good times didn't last long, and the master suddenly felt that the homework had not been completed, so he used me again. I am a hardworking hand, of course I am very happy. I help my master with his right hand. When he finished thinking, he gave me instructions in his mind. I followed his instructions, holding the pen with three fingers and writing in my notebook. This was repeated dozens of times. After a while, I looked up and saw that there were many words on the paper. I was very happy. However, I just wrote with my right hand, and my wrists and fingers were tired, so I begged Master to rest, but Master wouldn't let me stop. Yes, I am the master's hand, and the master is hardworking and brave. How can I rest?
My homework is finally finished. It seems that my hands are really capable. So the master took me to rest.
The bright red "A" on the master's exercise book and the beautiful patch on his pants are all because of my hands. Without my hand, my master's exercise book is still blank, my master's pants are still on, and my clothes are still dirty. But then again, if the master is not hardworking, how can I have these hardworking hands? I'm glad to have a hardworking master. If my master is lazy, I may be a pair of lazy hands now. I am a good helper of my hardworking master. He is my hardworking commander.
5. The composition about hands is less than 100 words. Since ancient times, the hand has been an indispensable helper for human beings. Our ancestors used forelimbs close to their hands to collect food and used them to make gestures to exchange their feelings. Human hands have created society and promoted its development. Isn't it? People use their hands to reclaim wasteland, plant crops, build all kinds of increasingly advanced buildings and operate all kinds of hand-made machines ... which of their left and right hands is not harmonious?
Reach out your hand, even a little love, and show love to others.
Reaching out your hand, even a small thing, can bring warmth to the world.
Send a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hand. Let's all extend our hands, sincerely help others, give hope to desperate people, give selfless guidance to backward students, give support to the elderly crossing the road, and give a cup of hot tea to our parents after work. ...
Reach out your hand, convey light, convey warmth and convey love; In this way, the true feelings more precious than pearls will remain in our hearts!
6. A hundred-word micro-composition describes hardworking hands. Every time I come home from school, my mother takes me home and always holds my little hand when crossing the road. Once, I observed my mother's hands. Their palms are big and thick, and their skin is dark.
Mom's hands are hardworking. Every morning, I mop the floor clean and spotless. As soon as the meal was finished, mother began to wash clothes and dishes. Then go shopping and start preparing lunch when you come back. Lunch is very rich, with fish, vegetables and ribs ... delicious!
Mom's hands are very dexterous. Mom can make shoes. They look great! I can sew small cloth bags, including red, purple, blue, pink and green ... so beautiful!
Mom can also make clothes. Mother said that she used to make her own clothes. Even my childhood clothes were made by my mother. After listening to this, I feel that my mother is particularly powerful!
Mother brought warmth and happiness to this family with her hands. I love my mother, especially her big hands.
7. Write a composition ~ ~ ~ Mom's hand 100 words Mom's hand
Beauty is what everyone wants. Girls love beauty, naive and natural, boys love beauty, natural and graceful. Beauty is as pure as a stream and as precious as a diamond. The most beautiful thing in the world is rainbow, dazzling, sunshine and passion, but the most beautiful thing in my heart is my mother's hand.
My mother's hands are nothing special. It's rough but powerful. The trace of years has already climbed up, but for me, it is the most beautiful, not on the surface but in my heart. Whenever I am depressed because of a temporary defeat, it is my mother's hand that clears the dark clouds for me and sees hope again. When I was complacent about my success, it was my mother's hand that pulled me back to a new starting point and continued to struggle. When I faced the confusion and helplessness in front of me, it was my mother's hand that led me to the light. My mother's hand gave me not only help and care, but also a mother's love, which I should bear with my life.
That was when I was very young. One night, my father was not at home. I have had a high fever since I was a child. My mother worried that I was too young to bite my tongue, so she put her finger in my mouth. At that time, although I was young, I was also strong. My fingers turned purple in a few minutes. My mother's hand never wavered. Later, my fever finally went down, but my mother's hands were already bleeding bright red. There is endless love in the blood.
The most beautiful thing in the world is my mother's hand, which holds up tomorrow's sun for me and shows me the way home. The afterglow of the sunset and the rainbow after the rain are beautiful, but I firmly believe that the world is beautiful because of maternal love.
8. All-around handwriting 100 Students, do you know how many times my mother's hand has helped us? Mother's hands are warm, diligent and hard-working. Do you want to repay them too much? Now I'm going to tell you about my mother's hand.
My mother's hands can wash clothes. Once, I fell down at school and my clothes were covered with mud. When my mother saw me, I took off my clothes and walked to the laundry room. The next day, I went to school in clean clothes. The students were stunned.
My mother can cook by hand. She is the chef in our family. Every new year, my mother will invite my brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles to my house for dinner. It is a piece of cake for my mother to cook a table in the kitchen. Once, my mother cooked a big table of dishes. There are bacon, delicious snakes, dried bean curd and fish with Chinese sauerkraut. My mouth is watering.
Mom's hands can drive. Pick me up with this car every day. Pick me up. The living mother will take good care of it. Mom has been driving for several years, and she is a good driver. She backed up for a minute and then stabilized. Isn't it amazing ~ ~! And mom drives fast and steadily, all from practice.
My mother's hand has another function. My mother's hand is God's hand. Every time I have a stomachache, my mother touches it and it doesn't hurt. My back itches, but when my mother scratches it, it doesn't itch. If I hit it, my mother will touch it again, and it will be fine.
9. My favorite finger 100 "Hand" essay 1 I have a pair of happy hands with my fingers crossed.
Happiness is when sunshine slips out of the gap. -Inscription rarely pays attention to your own hands. Until you get this essay topic, you can't help but care about your own hands.
It's not very pretty. Fingers are a little long and elastic. Ten fingers are dancing with tiny textures, which are very cute. Besides, I really can't find any words to describe them. They can't be more ordinary.
However, it is mine, and I have the right to control it and do what I like for me. I like playing the pipa.
Gently pluck the strings with your fingers and the music will spread throughout the room. "She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first the air in the rainbow skirt, and then the six-year-old children". In my skillful fingering with my right hand, I am absorbed in the music, and I am full of thoughts in it ... Although I don't play very well, I like it very much. Is that enough? "House of Flying Daggers" is magnificent and magnificent; Yi dance music is melodious, cheerful and lively; Chunjiang moonlit night is drizzly, soft and elegant. I played all this with my hands. Even if I am not excellent, I am happy. I am also happy because of my hands. My hands are also happy hands! I like reading.
Sitting in the library, turning pages with your fingers and feeling the charm of books. Touching that page with my hand, an indescribable comfort seeped into my heart and spleen. It is the power of books, the bridge that I built with my own hands, which makes me happy. My hand is also a happy hand.
I like to tidy my room. Wipe the floor, clear the table, put things away ... there are new styles every week.
I always feel happy when I look at a tidy room. I brought all this to me personally. I'm happy, and my hands are happy.
Standing on the grass, there is a red sun on the horizon. Looking up, there is a beautiful and warm light in the air, and that light is happiness! On Saturday afternoon, when my mother and I went to the Royal Bakery to buy cakes, we saw an aunt in the bakery making cakes seriously. Aunt first cut a 14 inch round cake horizontally and divided it into two layers.
She first took a cut cake as the bottom layer, put some cream on it, and while turning the turntable, she gently spread the cream evenly with a knife. Then, spread a layer of fruit, align it, and put a cut cake.
Then, add the cream, turn the turntable and spread a thin layer of cream on the whole cake. Similarly, she made a cake about 14 inch and put it on top of 14 inch cake.
It turns out that she is going to make a double cake! Look, she is going to decorate the cake. First, she put some pink cream in the piping bag, squeezed a circle of beautiful arc lace on both sides of the two-layer cake, and squeezed a circle of wavy patterns with white cream on the front of the cake.
Then, she wrote a model essay in Hand 2 and began to make flowers. First, she picked up a stick, put a receptacle made of white chocolate on it, squeezed layers of petals with pale yellow cream, and a beautiful rose appeared in her hand.
She clamped the receptacle with scissors, took it off and put it on the cake, making leaves with green cream. It's really beautiful. Finally, she decorated the cake with strawberry jam, grapes and peaches.
In a short time, a double cake was made. It really looked like a beautiful work of art. The aunt's hands were really dexterous! Dad's hand is in many hands, and my deepest affection is dad's hand.
My father is a computer worker. His hands are big, rough and strong, half as big as mine. There are cocoons on the middle finger and many lines on the palm.
Dad's hand is a bright light, guiding my direction. When I was in the second grade, I did badly in the math exam once, with only more than 80 points.
I thought you would definitely hit me with the palm of Tathagata's hand, so I took the initiative to take off my pants and prepare for "Red Seal Education". When you came back and asked * * * what, I said, "I only got more than 80 points in the exam. Please hit me. "
But you said, "Bring the newspaper quickly." Without saying anything, I lifted my pants and took out the paper.
You seriously pointed to the wrong question, holding a thick pencil in your hand, drawing pictures and calculating formulas for me, and your palms sweated from time to time. Especially an application problem, you spent half an hour, the rice has been cooked into a crispy rice, but you pointed to the bowl and said, "Never mind, we will eat crispy rice today."
I feel that studying is more important than eating. Not long after, I got a hundred points in math.
I am so happy that I really want to walk home one step at a time and tell my father the good news. I can walk faster. When I got home, I told my father about it.
"Good son, last time you said 90 points 100 points, here we go again." I showed you that paper, and your mood changed from cloudy to sunny. You give a thumbs-up and say, "Keep going!" After lying down to rest, I still do this action from time to time, as if my hands will never get tired.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I took part in a competition and got average grades. I am very depressed. You patted me on the shoulder and said, "Never mind, we'll come again next time. I believe you. "
At this time, my mood is also cheerful. Dad, your hand is a compass, which showed me the way when I got lost.
Your hand is a mountain, which gives me the desire to win. Dad, your hand is a story book that can never be read.
Mom's hands are the same in many people's eyes, but in my eyes, mom's hands are different. I remember when I was four or five years old, I would always kick the quilt under the bed when I fell asleep every night. My mother crept close to the bed, picked me up with warm hands and gently covered me.
Touching his little face, a little sleepy climbed up his cheek. A little older, my mother taught me to draw vivid pictures, make strange handicrafts and make exquisite handicrafts with a pair of dexterous hands.
Makes me smarter. In the first grade, my mother taught me to do housework and write new words, which made me a good student with excellent academic performance.
In the storm, my mother's hand is like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain. On the bumpy road of life, my mother's hand supports me forever like a crutch. I love these hands, and I love the hands of my dear mother and teacher more. The teacher's hands are magical, unique and charming.
Music teachers can fill our ears.
10. 100 to write a wrist requires body movements and language description. We had an interesting wrestling match in the classroom this morning.
Before the game, the teacher chose the captain first. Shen Haorun is the captain of the first team and Ren Hongbin is the captain of the second team. Then we will allocate the players by drawing lots. The first group is me, Zhang Han and Wu Jinchao, and the second group is Xu Jiarou, Gu Kaihang and Shi Shunan.
In all the competitions, Gu Kaihang and I have the fiercest competition. Before the game, I made full preparations, exercised my wrist and set the table for the game. The game is about to start. Gu Kaihang and I both sat down at the table and held hands together. Teacher Chen shouted, "The game has started!" We all tried our best. I pressed my right hand hard to the left, haha, the back of Gu Kaihang's hand was about to touch the table. But how could he let me win so easily? He put all his strength on my side. I feel that his strength is getting stronger and stronger, and I will be at a loss. No, I can't just lose. I shouted "Ah!" It took all my strength. The captain said, "Come on, Yao!" Everybody cheer for me and Gu Kaihang. Finally, in the cheers of everyone, I won.
This arm-wrestling match is really interesting.