I have always thought that the hand is the most exquisite handicraft of the creator. It is so clever and happy. Spreading is warm service, spreading is the dream of flying, spreading is the power of creation, and lifting is the gesture of taking off. Draw my heart with me to show the proudest fragrance of life.
There are many different kinds and forms of languages in the world, but I think the simplest and most beautiful language is sign language, which uses common symbols and actions to express its ideas. Once, a program called "Grateful Heart" performed by students in a special school in sign language deeply touched everyone. They used their incomplete body language to express and convey their love and gratitude to the society, and those weak little hands expressed their full love. This is a sign of love.
In the NBA, because of the fast pace of the game, players often have few opportunities to communicate on the court, so many classic gestures are produced. Before each game, all the players of each team will clench their fists and put them together, and the captain will say something encouraging. Every time I see this scene, my blood boils. How I wish I were one of them. The raised fist made me feel their confidence in winning. Whenever James throws his hands covered with magnesium powder into the air twice before the start of the game, I really seem to see the overlord image in silver magnesium powder, which makes us feel the domineering and self-confidence of the king. Whenever Uncle Mu raises his huge and straight index finger and shakes it gently after blocking the gun, all I see is the display of the momentum in my uncle's heart, which is also a move to inspire my teammates. This is a confident gesture.
I was deeply touched by the advertisement of Baisha cigarettes I once saw on TV. During that time, I was hospitalized for playing ball games, which was very depressing. Occasionally, I saw two or three white cranes flying by on TV, followed by a pair of hands and thumbs locked, and the other eight fingers spread out in a flying wing state. When I saw this gesture, the depression in my heart was swept away, because I saw a free heart and a dream heart from this gesture. This is a gesture of chasing dreams. This is also a symbol of freedom and dreams.
No matter how hard life is, always remember to greet tomorrow with the most positive attitude, reach out your hands and pass on your love to others; Raise your hands and let others see your confidence and courage; Let go of your hands, emancipate your mind and body, and pursue the ideal of life with the most free posture.
Give me your hand, gently cross your fingers and walk together. ...
"Grandma, what are you going to eat tonight?" A pair of trembling hands seemed to reach the alley in memory again. "Good granddaughter, what do you want to eat? Grandma will do it! " "Good good! Want to eat fried chicken wings, fried ribs, and sweet and sour fish! " "You, you ..." She held out her finger and gently pushed my little head. I vomitted to stick out my tongue, and they smiled at each other and smiled back.
"Girl, it's time to cross the street. Watch the car. " The familiar hand gripped the tender hand more tightly, and the rough marks on the hand stuck to my palm, which was a smell. In this way, I dragged across the road. I quickly shook off my hand and shouted, blaming her in my heart, but saying, "Mom, I hate crossing the road!" " "She just frowned, and smiled and shook my hand, just relax a lot.
A few days ago, we went to the supermarket at home. When we came out, we threw all our bags to Dad. I was taken by two ladies. While chatting happily, my mother suddenly paused and said softly, "Look at that car." When I looked to the left, I couldn't help but see the white silk in her sideburns rippling between her short hair. My heart is cold. Yes, I am no longer a girl, and my mother will naturally get old. It's just that my mother is old and didn't let me accept it like my grandmother. Because grandma is old. And mom isn't!
"I waved their arms, opened their palms and said," Give me your hand. "Both hands seemed to stare blankly for a moment, and then put it in my hand. The one on the left is rougher, but not as strong as before. The hand on the right is soft and thin, and the veteran looks lifeless. I open my finger, then my finger is locked, and we walk together,
Dear grandma and mom, thank you for giving me your time and love. I'll never forget that grandma always secretly gave me the good food that others gave you to eat, and said, "Grandma doesn't like it, so you can eat it ..." I'll never forget that my mother's tired body and smiling face said to me on rainy days, "I'm not hungry, so go to bed first, so go to sleep quickly ..." Then I put it off. I want to say an unforgettable sentence, too much. But girl, what can I do for your rickety body when I grow up? Please remember to give me your hand. No matter what happens in the future, we will go on together with our fingers clasped. ...
You said you like purple very much, that kind of purple that fills the air. Light, with a little mystery, with a little quiet.
I smiled and said that I like white best. It is also light, as pure and fragrant as lilies.
Then, we all laughed. We walked hand in hand on the avenue covered with fallen leaves. There are some maple trees around, and the maple leaves are very red.
It's snowing. You carefully picked up a small pile of snow and said it was my favorite color. I was shivering with cold, and my red face was like a big red flower. I took a breath of hot air and turned into fog, smoke and wind in the cold wind.
Your hand held mine, and a warm current spread from your palm and soon covered your whole body. Therefore, I can't feel the cold all winter because of your hand.
When the white snow flowers turn into flowing water, when the grass pokes its head out and looks around, when the spring sunshine shines on us gently ... We walk around the campus hand in hand. Look at the ants working hard again, the flowers sprouting shyly, and Ye Er is getting greener every day ... We are really happy at this moment.
Take off the thick sweater and put on a simple T-shirt. I have a tall braid, and you are still a tomboy with short hair, fresh and clean.
The hot afternoon sun can't stop our enthusiasm for sports. We greeted the strange eyes of several passers-by and played in the hot sun. Finally, we buried our heads in the thick grass. You stand up and get back some bottles of mineral water later. Next, we started drinking. ...
You have long violets at home, but I have a pot of Bai Baihe. I looked at your violets from left to right. They are so beautiful, but they are purple. So I bought a bag of silvery white gold and sprinkled it on the petals. You saw it, knocked on my forehead angrily, bought a bag of purple gold and spilled lilies all over me. I cried, and you cried, red and round. Finally, we walked side by side again.
Are your hands still so warm? Are your tears still so clear?
Your tears are crystal clear. Gently, hit my heart; Your smile, so brilliant. Such as sunshine, brings warmth; Your hands are so soft. It is destined that we should always walk hand in hand.
I always prefer my left hand. Because the fingers on the left hand are long and smooth, every nail is trimmed round. On the other hand, because of long-term writing and common use, the middle finger has calluses, and other fingers are also a little deformed. Spread your hands and look carefully. If the left hand is a girl of seventeen or eighteen, then the right hand can be said to be a middle-aged woman who has been exhausted for a long time. Until one day in physical education class, my right hand was injured, and I had to ask my left hand to do it for me. It turns out that my left hand is so weak, because the long and comfortable life has lost its original flexibility and lightness, which has forced me to hide my thoughts. ...
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?
In real life, left and right hands are used everywhere. When writing, I write in my notebook with a pen in my right hand, but the notebook always slips off. Isn't it fun to hold it with your left hand? When eating, hold chopsticks in your right hand and spoon in your left hand. Doesn't this save a lot of wasted time when changing planes? When playing basketball, is it easier for the left and right hands to exchange dribbles to break through the opponent's defense?
Most of the functions of the hand are embodied by the fingers. The reason why our fingers can complete all kinds of delicate and complicated movements is closely related to the structure of our fingers. Fingers can be flexibly bent to the palm of your hand, and you can grasp things instantly. The coordination of fingers can create exquisite articles, invent scientific and technological products that promote social development, draw lifelike paintings handed down from generation to generation, play many beautiful and melodious music that will last forever, and write shocking and touching articles. ...
Every finger is equal, even if their functions are different, they are indispensable; The left hand and the right hand are equal. If you still have any idea of which hand you prefer, I suggest that you might as well find a day to eat, dress and tie your shoes with only one hand. ...
Now, the injury of the right hand has healed and returned to the post, and the left hand is no longer idle by the owner. They cooperate with each other like partners and do everything wholeheartedly.
Friend, do you care about your hands? Anyway, from now on, please cherish your hands!
Time passed quietly, without any movement or sound.
Everything seems to be changing so quietly. What can be done to save the past years? My mother is a little bloated and short, and this figure is not caused by overeating. When my mother was young, her family was well off, but she was a sick child. I have seen many doctors but failed to cure the root cause. On the contrary, in this treatment process, I ate a lot of "folk remedies" and became a "medicine jar" for puffiness.
But this does not affect my mother's hot temper. Compared with my uncle, she is shorter than my sister, but my mother represents my uncle in everything. Once my uncle is bullied, my mother will definitely pick up that guy and find someone to explain it clearly. At school, my mother's younger brothers flocked in droves just because they could borrow homework from my mother, shaping the image of a big sister, thus forming my mother's youth.
However, all the turning points are because of my appearance. When I am born, she will no longer be the famous big sister, but a real qualified mother. At first, you gave my grandmother the responsibility of taking care of me.
However, this is not a long-term solution. Because of various reasons, grandma left us and went far away, so you have to accept the burden of taking care of me. When you took care of me, I knew that your ignorance at a young age would require you to pay great patience, and your impatient personality would always be touched, so it would be very painful for me to disobey, and your anxious heart would be smoothed away by the sense of responsibility as time went by. From a tough "lioness" to a loving "hen", under your generous embrace, I grew up and gradually became aware of myself, so I will quarrel with you and disagree with you.
And since then, I also know that I may not be the "baby" in your heart. I didn't listen when I was young.
And you seem to have realized this, and gradually relaxed the restrictions on me. It was also the first time in your life that you bowed your head to others. Until one day, I had a serious quarrel with you. You angrily grabbed a broom and called me, but I found that your movements were slow and there was no shadow of your youth. Observe carefully that the traces of time have climbed up your face, and wisps of silver are quietly hanging on your forehead.
Where did the "lion" at the stern go ... Looking back on this period of time will make my heart tremble constantly, and I am afraid of losing it, so please let me take your hand to finish the most beautiful journey in life.
Growth is a long road and a journey full of love. Along the way, she held my hand. She was my mother.
I opened the window, and the soft wind blew at me. I looked up at the sky and white clouds, as if every cloud recorded my childhood ... When I was a child, my mother helped me clean up every morning and sent me to kindergarten. People are coming and going on the road, cars are flowing, and traffic lights are jumping. Mother took my hand and walked forward. I like my mother holding my hand, because it makes me feel safe and feel my mother's love. At that time, I was curious about traffic lights, so every time I met a traffic light, my mother would always say, "Stop at the red light and go at the green light." Sometimes, I will follow. My mother often takes me to the park to play. Every time I enter the park, I will go straight to the "Children's Paradise" junior high school to play "merry-go-round" and "small train" ... Here we go. I grabbed the reins of the horse in one hand and sat on the merry-go-round. I'm so happy! Because the other hand has been holding mom's warm hand.
How time flies! Suddenly, I went to primary school. My mother sends me to school early every day. Whenever school is over, my mother is already waiting at the school gate. I ran straight to my mother like a cheerful little rabbit, put my little hand in her big hand and walked home happily.
When I do my homework, my mother helps me beside me and reviews the text with me ... Sometimes, when I am tired, my mother will touch my forehead with her soft hand.
At night, my mother often comes to my bedside and always covers me with her warm hands, lest I catch cold.
I remember when I was in the second grade, I always had a stomachache. My mother took me to the hospital, but it didn't get better after taking the medicine. My mother can't take care of herself at work, so she took me to Shanghai Ruijin Hospital for treatment. The doctor said to have a gastroscope. My mother took my hand when I entered the gastroscope room. Although my mother is outside, I know my mother must be worried now. Although it only takes 10 minutes to do gastroscopy, I know my mother will feel like 10 hour. ...
Now I am in the sixth grade, and I am a middle school student. I can't let my mother worry about me anymore, I can't always let my mother hold my hand, and I can't always rely on my mother.
Along the way, my mother accompanied me through 13 spring, summer, autumn and winter. Every year, every month, every day, every hour and even every second, my mother cares about me, loves me and makes me warm and happy.
Mom, you have always loved me.
Mom, thank you for holding my hand all the way and giving me confidence and courage.
There are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands, sinful hands, huge and powerful hands, white and delicate hands ... However, my favorite is my mother's industrious and rough hands.
My mother's hands are slender and delicate. Due to years of hard work, it has formed a thick cocoon, and the back of its hand is covered with layers of light gray folds, especially in winter, which looks more like dead bark.
The rooster at home called me three times, and my mother's hands began to work. She is busy cooking breakfast for me. When I was at school, she was busy tidying up and tidying up the housework. In the evening, after three meals a day, we will continue to wash our family's clothes ... In short, my mother's hands are always busy every day.
Mother's hands are hardworking and loving.
I remember that cold winter day, when the rain just stopped, I sneaked out to play without telling my mother. When I was playing with my friends, I ran and accidentally stepped on a pile of mud, and a shoe fell into the mud. With the help of my friend, I finally pulled my foot out, but there was mud all over my shoes. I hurried home, but I just didn't know what to do. If mom knows, she will definitely call me a "crazy" girl again. Later, I thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. I secretly hid my shoes behind the door, ready to wait until the weather is warmer.
I didn't expect the weather to get warmer the next day. I was going to take out my shoes and wash them behind the door, but I looked behind the door, but I couldn't find the shadow of them. I'm starting to worry. While I was wondering, I suddenly heard the sound of brushing outside the door and walked along the source of the sound. I saw my mother bending her back and busy washing my shoes. I went over and grabbed my shoes and brushes to wash them myself, but my mother was afraid that I would not give them to me because I was frozen, so she finished washing them for me. When I first saw my mother's cold and cracked hands, a warm current surged in my heart for a long time ... When I put on these clean shoes again, my tears could not help flowing down.
Ah! Mom, you work hard for your daughter all day, and her daughter will always remember your hardworking and loving hands.
In the dark, those hands …
In the dark, we will be afraid, confused and helpless. At this time, everyone will be eager to get the concern of others, and I am lucky to get the support of a pair of big hands in the dark, so that I can resist the fear of the dark. ...
On another autumn outing, I participated in a game with Zhou Shuyi, Cheng Dandan and Lin Song-exploring Stonehenge.
As soon as I entered a corridor there, I began to get cold feet. The lights are dim here, and a TV is introducing the game. Looking at the frightened expressions and screams of the tourists above, I just wanted to turn around and go back when I felt a hand holding me. I said, "Don't be afraid, everyone came in. Let's stand back. I'll sit with you later. " Looking back, it turned out to be Lin Song, and Lin Song's courage was not small. He can be said to be "fearless, fearless". It is also a "female hero". I paused and stood still. "Go, go, Zhou Shuyi had already gone. In addition, Lin Song is very safe. " I was embarrassed by Chen Dandan's words, so I bravely went in with Lin Song.
After occupying a good position, the lights dimmed, and it was dark all around. Only one voice was heard: "Don't be afraid, grab my hand and be brave." So I held her hand tightly, and suddenly I felt that all my fears had disappeared, leaving only the truest warmth. ...
When the machine started, I held Lin Song tightly in one hand and the safety bar in front of the chair in the other, and closed my eyes hard. My chair rotates very fast. From time to time, a cold wind blows, and the screams around me are still fresh in my memory. I was scared, too. After a while, I suddenly felt that I had been turned upside down. As soon as my thin body couldn't find the back of the chair, I couldn't help crying, shouting "I can't help crying." In the noisy screams, I didn't hear his answer, but I felt my hands tighter. ...
When I got down from my seat, I was almost at a loss and my face was covered with tears of shock. At this time, the hands appeared again. She gently put them on my back and helped my trembling body out of the darkness. "Don't be afraid, I'm here." This warm word echoed in my ears for a long time.
Although I am afraid and timid in the dark, I know that someone has been with me, which gives me greater courage. ...
Every summer night, pushed by the sultry and uncomfortable air in mid-August, I open my eyes from the darkness, and my senses hold on to similar details and drag me back to that summer.
Grandpa passed away.
On the swaying coach, I don't know. I was tossing and turning in a quiet, traveler-filled carriage and couldn't sleep. I don't know why I've been thinking about grandpa. Those childhood years that flowed away in the palm of your hand were shown back and forth.
Take him by the hand to the kindergarten and be taken home by the hand. Grandpa is a soldier. His hands are rough, dark and have thick cocoons. He always gently puts my hand in his palm and slows down with my small steps. Listen to me sing the first song I learned in kindergarten and listen to my vague description of the world in my eyes. While listening, he looked around Ma Lukou, held my hand and let me move forward carefree.
Then I grew up. Send it to the city where your parents are. He took me on the long-distance bus, holding hands and speeding up the pace. He asked me to sit in the middle seat, he and his grandmother sat on both sides, and I fell asleep in their arms. Grandpa smells of tobacco. He is also a smoker, but in the end he gradually gave up some for us.
At the end of the trip, he reported to my parents that I was all right. I didn't get carsick or throw up. But it wasn't long before I hung up on the external call, and I felt sick and nauseous. I asked the driver for a plastic bag. The window was wide open and someone patted me on the back slowly. Warm hands.
Everything disappears with a slap.
I fell asleep next to him, and even with the smell of long-distance buses, I could still hear the smell of tobacco on his body.
I have never heard him complain. Get up early to prepare my breakfast, take my hand to school, and wait for me at the kindergarten gate on time to deal with my troubles. He is the first man to spoil me so much. When I was a child, I took my hand and gave me the protection and care I deserved.
I was sitting on the coach that summer, and memories flooded in. I thought it wouldn't be grandpa's death to come back in such a hurry I thought so casually, but it came true at the moment I set foot on my homeland.
From now on, no one will hold me all the time, watch the traffic lights for me and adjust my pace.
Grandpa's tobacco smell can't be found anymore.
If I am a grass, then you are fertile soil. Under your protection, I can't stand the difficulties. If I am a free bird, you are a big bird to protect me. You are here, so I can't stand the wind and rain and lose my ability to survive. The skin doesn't exist, but the hair is attached. I'm like that skin. I can't live without you. I remember one Saturday, I made an appointment with my classmates to play together. I told you in high spirits, and you turned me down, and I was suddenly depressed. I know you won't worry about me. Everything has two sides. Can't you look on the bright side? I have never left your hand, so you "trap" me at home every day, just like a tiger locked at home, I can't go out to breathe. I became a generation of "Lost God of Freedom". My title of "good student" was "pressed" by you. I lost my freedom because of studying. I like freedom, and I want to be free in the sky like a child. Although full of crisis, I am not afraid. Freedom, like a child loves candy; Young trees love sunshine; The sun loves all beings. You take care of me like sunshine and rain. Although it is very comfortable, nothing can make me go forward. You saw what I did, but you couldn't open my heart. You don't know me, because my good grades made you lose face in front of your relatives, so you ignored my freedom.
Mom, please let go of your hands. Teacher's comment: Mom cares about the little author's grades, but ignores the little author's pursuit of freedom. She doesn't know what the little author is thinking, which shows that there is a lack of communication between the little author and her mother. From this, the little author felt that his mother was holding on to herself too tightly and felt pain, so he shouted, "Mom, let go of your hand." As can be seen from the author's narrative, the author appreciates his mother's love and care, but hopes that he can be independent and do what he wants. The little author expressed his ideas, which is good. I believe my mother will be touched when she sees this article. There are some clerical errors in the article, which makes the article discounted. The little author should be more careful!
"I told you happily" was changed to "I told you happily". "Hope is as small as a bird" was changed to "Hope is like a bird". "But you can't open my heart" was changed to "But you can't see my heart". "Because of my good grades, you have no face in front of your relatives" was changed to "Because of my good grades, you have no face in front of your relatives".
Write a composition first 1 1 "Hold my hand so that I won't get lost". This is my most trusted promise so far. It comes from my grandmother, a woman in her sixties with her back to the loess, a patient and temperamental grandmother who loves me. This is what she said in my kindergarten class. She achieved it. She won't let go until I become independent this year. Looking back now, how strong this sentence is.
"Hold my hand ..." Grandma's eyebrows wrinkled into a vertical symbol "⊥", and the skin around her eyes drooped listlessly, hanging under thick and light eyebrows, "to avoid getting lost." As she spoke, she gently raised my white little hand, fearing that her calluses would hurt me for many years, and then gently put it down. She bent down and grabbed my hand. Hands hidden in your arms, like a baby lying on a soft bed, warm. So, we walked on the tree-lined road home from kindergarten.
It's cold, my hands are like jade, cold and crystal clear. "Are your hands cold?" Grandma asked me and took my hand. My hand is very small, hidden in her hand. "It's cold! Don't wear more clothes! " She blamed and stroked nervously, looking for her warm place. "hmm." She lifted the handle and I smiled. "Hey, grandma knows me best!" "I put my hand into grandma's arms, black and white like a sandwich biscuit. The dead skin on her hand is like an artificially dug canal, so deep that it is cut in my heart. "Ah? "Even in the warm arms, I still feel a little coolness that I have never had before. When I saw it, ah, grandma's thin hands couldn't cover my big palms at all. Unconsciously, I grew up and my grandmother was old. I held my head high, but her back was bowed.
Looking at changing hands, I recalled the scenes on my resume: I looked up from ignorance and bowed my head in love; From tiptoe to bending; From being loved to loving. ...
It's changed now. When it is cold, my hand is no longer hidden in my arms. I boldly reached out and put a scarf around grandma's neck. Looking at grandma's helpless smile, I opened my mouth and showed big white teeth. "What are you laughing at, like a fool!" Grandma gently scraped my nose. So, now I can confidently say to my grandmother, "Hold my hand and I won't get lost."
When was the first composition 12 discovered? We have the most beautiful hands in the world. Although not slender, it is also moving. Although not beautiful, it is also gorgeous.
Life is ordinary, but it is a pair of hands that make life interesting. Maybe when we are walking on the road, we will suddenly meet an old man and fall down, only to find that we have doubts or disdain for this old man. My heart aches faintly. But suddenly a man came, in a hurry, and didn't ask the old man anything. He just saw the old man fall down and lifted him up, because he believed that the world was still good and that the world was not so bad, so I saw a pair of beautiful hands at the moment he reached out to the old man.
There are so many people who say that the world will never be better, but I believe that as long as these hands exist, the world can always be better. I've seen drunk people on the roadside, too. The police reached out to help them when they passed by. I've also seen someone rush to reach for the order of takeaway brother and send it to him by the way. The trust between people, at the moment of reaching out a beautiful hand, blooms gorgeous flowers.
I have also seen my son holding his elderly father on the road, and his father is a little demented. When he saw the child suddenly fall down when crossing the road, he would be obliged to go forward, pick up the child and shout at the car next to him. The child was injured and the hand holding the child was shaking. Those hands are touching. I have seen my elderly father lose his memory, but he still remembers that his son loves jiaozi, so he ignored large-scale dinners. When he saw a jiaozi on the plate, he put jiaozi into his pocket with his bare hands. The son quickly stopped him and asked him what his father was doing. His eyes were blank but he spit out a sentence clearly: "My son loves jiaozi. I don't think any of you will eat. I want to take it back to my son. " The son watched his father pick up jiaozi's hand, full of signs of years of fatigue, but still flashing. It is these hands that have brought him a fantastic life. Suddenly, his eyes were moist and tears could not stop flowing down.
Maybe the hands we see are full of scars, maybe the hands we see have gone through vicissitudes, maybe the hands we see are not as bright and moving as the models, but they can make the world warmer and dispel the invisible forces of darkness. Because of these hands, we embrace life and give birth to the world, so the world is very different.
In this world, the most indispensable thing is not only dreams, but also these beautiful hands around us. We can have what we don't have again, but without beautiful hands, there is no warmth in the world. Wake up, leave this warm hand with us, change the world, and the world is changing us.