Essay The Hands in Memory Have Emotions!!

The hands in my memory.

Beginning) The years go by, and a few years have passed. However, the hands in my memory make me unforgettable!

Ending) Like a dream, those hands are always floating in my head. Like words, those hands were deeply engraved on my heart. Like a song, those hands always echo in my ears! (The beginning and end can be reversed) Xiaoxuan.

What's on it, are you sure it's a hand, it's not a voice.

Hmmm, Huangpu's second-mold coil, right? I'm also worried.

Wenqi Middle School, Teacher Gu's topic is not easy to write.

- Growing up, unforgettable hands.

Along the way, through ups and downs, I have always had my hands by my side; Along the way, rain or shine, because those hands are high to hold up a clear sky for you.

Inscription. The night is cold, although the season of blowing the cold wind in the north has passed, but the weather has not improved, in the face of this silent night sky, the cool air "swish" all over the body, I can't help but shiver. "Why don't you know how to put on a dress! My mother scolded me in a complaining tone and put a coat on me.

I turned my head, "Mom, why haven't you slept yet?" She herself was wrapped in her clothes. "If the lights in my son's room are not turned off, how can I sleep as a mother?

As she spoke, she wanted to pick up the cup and pour me water, "Mom, go to sleep!" I'll do it myself. "Hurry up and do your homework!

Seeing that she didn't put down the water glass, I wanted to bow my head and write again, but my mother's hands under the light attracted my attention, or the simple action of boiling water and pouring water, but my mother's hands were a little less smooth and a little rougher than before.

Thinking of the episode of my mother dressing me and pouring water every day and night, I can't help but have a sour nose, but these simple actions have accompanied me through countless days and nights ......

Looking back on the winter of 2009, the touching scenes seem to be reproduced in front of my eyes, and the most memorable thing in that cold winter is my mother's hands.

In those days, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the wind was strong day by day, counting down the countdown for the final exam. "Mom, why did you come to pick me up again, didn't you say that good dad is coming? ”

I'm not passing by from work, your dad is a little bit, and you'll have to wait at least ten minutes when he comes. "Passing by from work? Mom has to take a few detours to get to school after work! I just want me to go home early, review well, and wait for me here every day in the cold.

His gaze inadvertently swept over her hand, and he was red from the cold. "Well, why don't you wear gloves! "I came out in a hurry, and I forgot about it in the unit.

Wear me. To give! "You wear it, you wear it, I'm not afraid of freezing."

Looking at those frozen red hands, I thought a lot.

When I was growing up, I will never forget the hands that cloned for me;

When I was growing up, I couldn't forget the hands that were frozen for me;

When I was growing up, I never forgot the hands that held the umbrella for me.