Mother's hand

I believe that when we were young, we all had the experience of crossing the road with our mother's hand. The warm hands always make us feel very comfortable, because they will protect us and prevent us from being in danger. My mother's hands are not silky, and it looks rough and ugly, with many wrinkles on the hands; the palms are full of old cockroaches, and there are a few small cracks; the nails are hard to cut, but I really love my mother. These hands, these hands pull me up and grow up, guarding and caring for my hand.

Mom is an ordinary housewife. She gets up early every day and deals with the soil all day long. Come back at night and have to do housework. Mom’s hand has changed and it has become rough. Especially in the rainy season, her hands cracked even more, and it was really awkward to cross a hole and sew a vertical seam. I often give my mother hot water to let my mother soak a bubble, wash it, and then apply moisturizer. Despite this, it is still useless. Sometimes, my mother washes her socks, and the skin she picks up on her hand is like a thorn. She often pulls out the nylon thread. I always feel inevitable heartache when I read it. My mother's contribution is love that I don't want to return. Even if I am physically injured, I will work hard.

I remember one time, I was doing my homework, and suddenly something poked my face like a thorn. Looking back, it turned out that my mother was by my side, touching my face affectionately. At that time, I was still spoiled and said: "Mom, how did your hand touch my face, as if there was a thorn to poke me?" Mom said with a smile: "Do you think my hand? You don't know, you guys Didn’t it be eaten by my rough hands? This hand is not long-term labor and will not become like this.” I listened to the truth, it’s really uncomfortable, I vowed to help my mother do some housework in the future. Don't let my mother be so fortunate.

In the evening, we all slept, and my mother was still sewing on the bed. Don't look at my mother's hands so rough, but the needlework is so stewed and dexterous. I woke up and my mother sewed the soles under the lamp. I saw her left hand holding the sole, the right hand holding the needle thread, and the two hands kept pulling the twine. The shoes that my mother made are not only worn, but also beautiful. It is a patch, and it is also flat and can not be seen. My mother worked hard all day, so late... My eyes were wet and I deeply felt my mother's motherly love.

Mom, your hands are really a pair of hands, how much happiness you create with us, I deeply fall in love with your rough hands!

The third day: Zhehang