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!
2. Hand composition 600 words Mom's hand
It was the day before Mother's Day last year, and my mother and I had another quarrel. The reason for the quarrel is still my mother's nagging.
Late at night, when I went to the toilet, I saw a light in the door of my master, so I went over and gently pushed the door open. I saw my mother mending the clothes I broke while playing today with a needle and thread. This reminds me of my father's words. My mother had the opportunity to play the piano abroad, but when she found out that she was pregnant, she resolutely gave up her piano career and was worried.
Watching my mother sew so fast is like doing this kind of work repeatedly every night, and my heart seems to be stung. Now my hands, once rich in musical talent, have become so ordinary, just a pair of hands for ordinary women to sew clothes for their children, just a pair of hands that have become rough because of too much hard work.
At this point, my tears have slipped unconsciously, I secretly sobbed, but my mother found me.
Mother put down her needle and thread and clothes, came over and gently wiped my tears with her gentle hand and said, "What's the matter?" I held my mother's hand tightly and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, your hand belongs to the piano, but you made it for me ..."
"Silly boy, the piano used to be very important to my mother, but your arrival gave me greater hope and motivation. My mother doesn't regret giving up the piano. I prefer to take care of you with both hands. " Mom said affectionately.
So, I printed a kiss on my mother's hand, which is my promise to my mother and my return to maternal love.
Hand Composition 600 Words Mother's Hand It was the day before Mother's Day last year, and my mother and I had another quarrel. The reason for the quarrel is still my mother's nagging.
Late at night, when I went to the toilet, I saw a light in the door of my master, so I went over and gently pushed the door open. I saw my mother mending the clothes I broke while playing today with a needle and thread. This reminds me of my father's words. My mother had the opportunity to play the piano abroad, but when she found out that she was pregnant, she resolutely gave up her piano career and was worried.
Watching my mother sew so fast is like doing this kind of work repeatedly every night, and my heart seems to be stung. Now my hands, once rich in musical talent, have become so ordinary, just the hands of ordinary women who sew clothes for children, just a pair of hands that have become rough after many efforts. At this point, my tears have slipped unconsciously, I secretly sobbed, but my mother found me.
Mother put down her needle and thread and clothes, came over and gently wiped my tears with her gentle hand and said, "What's the matter?" I held my mother's hand tightly and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, your hand originally belonged to the piano, but you made it for me ..." "Silly child, the piano used to be very important to my mother, but your arrival gave me greater hope and motivation. My mother doesn't regret giving up the piano. I prefer to take care of you with both hands. " Mom said affectionately.
So, I printed a kiss on my mother's hand, which is my promise to my mother and my return to maternal love.
4. Introduce your composition in 600 words. Let me introduce myself! My name is Guo. I am eight years old. I have a slightly taller nose, modest eyes and a pair of ears. I like to have a crew cut. I look very energetic.
I am most proud of my academic performance. I remember when I was in the second grade, I participated in the competition held by the school guidance office, and my math score was 99. I got the first place in the exam, and I came second in both Chinese and figures. My father often tells me that I can't be proud.
My hobby is painting, but my parents don't support me. Let me learn to sing and play erhu. Later, I grew to like singing. In fact, my biggest hobby is making small inventions and creations. I have done many works of art, so my robots and cars are often taken apart by me.
I also like to keep some small animals. Once my father was on a business trip and gave me the task of feeding fish. As soon as my father left, I ate all the fish food, and the fish swelled up and floated on the water. I quickly called my father. Dad told me that it was caused by eating too much and the water quality became worse. I quickly changed water to save my little goldfish.
In fact, I also have many shortcomings, such as untidy writing, excitement and slow writing. I will develop my advantages, study hard and go up a storey still higher.
5. Middle school students with the topic of "hands" write 600 words about their mothers' hands.
It was the day before Mother's Day last year, and my mother and I had another quarrel. The reason for the quarrel is still my mother's nagging.
Late at night, when I went to the toilet, I saw a light in the door of my master, so I went over and gently pushed the door open. I saw my mother mending the clothes I broke while playing today with a needle and thread. This reminds me of my father's words. My mother had the opportunity to play the piano abroad, but when she found out that she was pregnant, she resolutely gave up her piano career and was worried.
Watching my mother sew so fast is like doing this kind of work repeatedly every night, and my heart seems to be stung. Now my hands, once rich in musical talent, have become so ordinary, just a pair of hands for ordinary women to sew clothes for their children, just a pair of hands that have become rough because of too much hard work.
At this point, my tears have slipped unconsciously, I secretly sobbed, but my mother found me.
Mother put down her needle and thread and clothes, came over and gently wiped my tears with her gentle hand and said, "What's the matter?" I held my mother's hand tightly and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, your hand belongs to the piano, but you made it for me ..."
"Silly boy, the piano used to be very important to my mother, but your arrival gave me greater hope and motivation. My mother doesn't regret giving up the piano. I prefer to take care of you with both hands. " Mom said affectionately.
So, I printed a kiss on my mother's hand, which is my promise to my mother and my return to maternal love.
6. Ask for a composition with the theme of hands, about 600 words. My English name is Hand.
I am a full-time idiot. About five thousand years ago, I woke up from chaos. In the chaos, I swung my axe and created the world. After that, I was so tired that I lay down.
I don't know how long it took. Nu Wa used my dexterous personality to shape many people who also have me. So I gradually exercised myself in different environments. Why should I exercise? It doesn't matter, because I have a pair of stupid hands. I was the hardest in the era when weapons touched, but I really achieved a wise and stubborn character through tempering.
From Zhang Zifang's strategizing to Kong Ming's fan command; From Xiang Yu's holding the tripod with one hand to the power of lowering the dragon's eighteen palms, although I have been scarred from beginning to end, I am also very gratified and feel that being a "hand" is the right way. Actually, I also have a smart side.
I remember a man named Yu Boya, who sought a bosom friend by playing the piano. It was under my clever playing that he attracted Zhong Ziqi. Speaking of them, my tears came, and Qingzhou Sima was as moved as I was.
You have never seen a pipa girl who said, "We called her a thousand times before she started coming towards us and still hid half her face behind her guitar", but you have also heard the sound of nature that "the spindle plucks the strings three or two times, and we can feel her feelings even before she plays". Yes, it was at my instigation that EMI Literati lamented, "We are both unhappy-forever old, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " That's really "the place where petals flow like tears".
Sometimes, I also think about the meaning of "making hands". So, I dug out the teachings of the sages, and a word from a leader completely touched me, so I went to the battlefield.
I saw the ground full of smoke and horns. In order to strive for peace, a soldier named Dong Cunrui used me to hold up an explosive charge. At that time, I was really scared and sweaty, but once again, the words of the great leader came to my eyes-great life and glorious death. So I made a "manual" upgrade.
When I established a warm and harmonious family, I also wanted to enjoy life in my dying years. But I am stupid, I don't know how to enjoy it, and there are people who are more stupid than me, not the Curies! Without wearing any protective gloves, I tortured me day and night in the dark studio, and I spent countless days in pain. Finally, when I raised the dazzling golden cup, I was praised by thousands of people.
I think it should be worthwhile to do that, and it's not just selling fame! Today, I was awakened from a deep sleep by an inadvertent action. It turned out that a child used me to help a fallen billboard.
I think I may not be stupid. Although I am called a "full-time fool", I don't think anyone knows the phrase "blessed are all thumbs" better than me, because I have always been stupid. Left hand and right hand I always prefer 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 let my left hand do it for me. It turns out that my left hand is so weak Because of its long and comfortable life, it has lost its original flexibility and lightness, which forced me to hide my thoughts ... Since ancient times, hands have 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, although they have different functions, 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 eat, dress and tie your shoelaces with only one hand one day ... Now, the injury of your right hand has healed and you have returned to your post, and your left hand is no longer idle by your 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.
7. The sentences describing the movements of hands are for your reference: 1 Slender and smooth hands are the beauty of young women.
A pair of calloused hands is a symbol of a hardworking mother. Two hands and ten fingers are the key to dexterity and clumsiness in life, which is closely related to the honor and disgrace of a hundred years old. This is the most important thing for women, so why not care about it? Whoever has tender hands, smart fingertips, rich arms and thick wrists will enjoy the glory surrounded by pearls, that is, as far as what he needs now.
Hands swing strings, making knuckles countless, and several types of bows must be connected; Hand-cranked flute, like its bustling arm, is almost the same as cutting bamboo; It is also a big loss to wrap a pillow and a blanket, watch the excitement, hold a glass of wine and save the eyebrows of the recipient. 3 soft hands, skin like jelly, 4 moths made of pink, 5 slim hands, 6 chubby little girls' hands like shower heads, and 4 deep pits on the back of their hands.
The girl's little hands are white and tender, just like steamed bread just out of the pot. His big hands are as strong as crab claws.
There are so many wrinkles on these hands, so deep, just like old roots dug in a ravine. 10 His hands are very rough, like they are covered with thorns. Anyone who touches them seems to be bleeding.
His hands are as hairy as bear's paw. 12 that hand is not the red and round hand I remember, but thick, stupid and cracked, like pine bark. 13 The girl's fingers are thin and long, like new bamboo shoots after rain.
14 Her 14 fingers were covered with blood bubbles, purple and black, like ripe wild grapes. 15 His fingers are thick, his thumb is like a radish, and his nails are as thick as ancient copper coins.
16 The fingers of the old man are as thin as crab legs. 17 every finger of the old man's hand can't stretch straight, and there are cocoons inside and outside. The whole thing really looks like a small rake made of branches.
18 While rubbing his middle finger, the student looked at Mr. Chen's hand and saw that those two hands were really different from ordinary people's hands. The palm is square, the fingers are thick and short, each finger is not straight, and there are cocoons inside and outside. The round belly of a finger is like a nail on a half cocoon, and the whole finger always looks like a small rake made of branches. 19 My hands are average.
The palm of your hand is a little round and soft, and it is interlaced with several winding hand lines. Fingers are long and short, thick and thin, and when they are straight, they bend slightly, like a bow that cannot be pulled open.
* * * Fingers protrude from the middle of the stomach, with pointed fingertips and deeply embedded with a pink nail. Mother can't dress up or dance, but she has a pair of skillful hands.
Mom * * has slender and flexible hands, and white and soft fingers are more conspicuous. Mother knitted a sweater, and her fingers moved like a shuttle, which was dazzling. Soon, she knitted a big piece.
My mother is an ophthalmologist. Like all mothers, she has ordinary hands. These hands have never done anything earth-shattering or created any great miracle, but they are busy all day, and people have not stopped working when they are asleep.
My grandmother's hand is the ugliest hand I have ever seen, with exposed blue veins, reddish brown skin, full of wrinkles, prominent joints and short fingers. I have a pair of ugly hands, rough and yellow, and even feel a little deformed.
24 pairs of thick and thin hands are covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, which are blue and purple. The weather-beaten face is criss-crossed with wrinkles, bearing in mind the hardships of the past 70 years.
But she was still in high spirits and flushed. Every finger in the old man's hand is not straight, and there are cocoons inside and outside. The whole thing really looks like a small rake made of branches.
His short arms are as thick as a tree trunk. His hand is like an iron rake, and nothing can pierce it! His hands are as big as a small cattail leaf fan, and each finger is too thick to bend, and his skin is wrinkled, a bit like bark.
He is full of calluses and rough hands, holding a bowl of yellow rice wine and trembling slightly. After 29 years of hard work, these hands are as rough as old pine bark, the back of their hands is cracked, and thick cocoons are ground out of their palms.
Her hands are big, her joints are prominent and gray. Her palm is covered with cocoons and looks like a rusty iron rake.
8. A composition of 600 words describing the movements of the characters. Swim fast is the top priority. In the eyes of many people, it is a happy and fun thing, but in my eyes, it is full of horror and black. Because I am most afraid of water entering my eyes and can't hold my breath, I have always been uninterested in swimming. It was not until that day that I changed my mind.
That day, I was dragged to the swimming pool in Wales by my grandfather. I am fully armed, put on swimming trunks, goggles, nose clips and earplugs, and of course, my hope-swimming ring. When I was ready, I walked into the hall. The first thing I saw was water and people. Watching those adults swimming around in the water tickles their hearts and wants to swim. I jumped into the water like a tiger. "Boom!" 1, I fell into the water and found that I didn't bring my swimming ring. I quickly held my breath and my body slowly floated up. After this lesson, I am not afraid, but more courageous. I held my breath and scratched my hands and feet. People who don't know think I'm crazy! I kept splashing water on grandpa, completely forgetting that I had reached the deep water area. Suddenly, grandpa dived into the water, grandpa put me underwater, and I lay on my back. Only then did I know how warm and comfortable the water was, and it was like a mother's hand stroking you. I began to like water and swimming.
Time flies. At four o'clock, I was still in the water and could not bear to leave. I didn't climb out of the water until my hands and feet were numb at last. Get dressed and find that the life buoy is useless today. Stay in the storage box and wait for me.
Swimming is very interesting and full of fun. I didn't know it until that day. From then on, I like swimming.
What did you do with these hands? Give a helping hand to others, and that hand will become warm. If everyone has love, the world will become a beautiful world.
"Stranger", a very common word, can also produce love, produce things that touch us, and make love fill the world.
On Saturday morning, I went to the square by bike alone. Because it is morning, there are few people in the square. So, I started to speed up and pedal crazily. Just when I was happy to drive at a high speed, I didn't expect the danger to approach me slowly. ...
As I am a novice, I am not very skilled in cycling. At a sharp turn, my foot suddenly left the pedal and was thrown out. My center of gravity suddenly tilted, and then my bike fell down. I was hit hard on the ground, and of course, my bike was also heavily on me. The pain covers the whole body instantly, and my feet are numb, my eyes are dizzy, my head is dizzy, and my whole body has no strength. I feel that my body is not my own. I hope someone can help me at this time!
Looking at the passing pedestrians in bits and pieces, they just bowed their heads with a smile. And I am an ant in their eyes. I was almost desperate.
Suddenly, a clear voice sounded in my ear: "What's wrong with you? Does it still hurt? " Looking around, the figure of a young man loomed before my eyes. "hmm." I nodded. "Come on, let me help you up." A hand appeared in my blurred vision. Suddenly, his hand touched mine, and a force of love entered my heart, so strong and so warm! I feel love, and my heart becomes warm.
I stood up slowly. Strangers keep asking me, "Does it still hurt? Be careful when riding a bike in the future ... "I looked at him, a young man in his twenties, dressed simply and not very good-looking. However, it is such an ordinary person who has an extraordinary spirit. He is more powerful than everyone who walks by me.
Everyone has love and loves the whole world.