English essay, the topic is Zhang Jie I get up in the morning to help my mother cook in a hurry

i'm wang jie .

at home, i was my mother's good daughter. in the morning, i often help my mother cook. it is fun.

in the afternoon, i often help my mother do the housework. because it will make my mother happy and relaxed. i want to hurry and grow up, so i can help my mother do a lot more.

because i love my mother.

At home, I was my mom's wonderful daughter. In the morning, I often help my mom cook. It's funny.

Because I love my mom.

Mother's hands are not as smart as artists, nor are they as mellow as the ** home, but there is no detailed sculptor, and her mother's hands are just so ordinary.

Mother's hands, a pair of industrious hands. On the weekend, I think my mother's hands can finally rest, they are industrious hands, but her eyes are busy: in the morning, my mother sweeps the floor, mops the floor, wipes the table, mops the floor.

Waiting for housework, seeing my mother's tired look, I really wanted to help her pass, but waved my hand and said to her mother: "Your main task is to study, you go to homework now" After the thing is done, it's time to make lunch. Mom went into the kitchen, and both hands were busy:

Vegetables, meat, salt, pour in oil, manipulate the spatula. A plate of delicious meals served in the hope of being served. Ah, I love my mother's industrious hands!

Mom's hands, a pair of dexterous hands. This hand taught me origami, braiding rope, kneading clay, drawing. Whenever my socks and gloves wore a hole, I didn't want my mom to buy me a pair, but to patch it.

My socks and gloves are "improved" at the suggestion of my mother to be more beautiful! Ah, I love my mother for a pair of dexterous hands!

Mom's hands, a pair of warm hands. Once, I was watching TV with my mom and dad, but it was too cold and I froze. At this time, my mother and calloused wrinkled hands took my hand and asked:

It's a little warmer, "her mother's hand, while covering the cocoon, but I feel the warmth of her mother's hand." I thought: this must be that mom made too many things, so it was all cocooned.

Ah, I love my mother with a warm pair of hands!

My mother, who was deeply wrinkled, it was her beautiful youth that gave me, my mother's hands were thick, it was her warm sunlight that gave me, my mother's waist, leaning down and giving me her straight spine, my mother's vertigo, her bright eyes which gave my mother's affectionate deep face, listening to her mother's earnest wishes. Mom's hand picks up the burden of life, and my mother is really hard! Roller coaster My mother's hands seemed rough, but to my hope was pinned in his hands for my mother's care and love.

I love my mother's hands. Ah, I love my mother for a pair of industrious, intelligent and passionate hands!