Every day when I come home from school, the first caress I get is that my grandmother gently touches my cheek with her rough hands. Grandma's rough hands left a deep impression on me.
Grandma used to live in the countryside all the time, doing all the work in the fields and at home every day. No matter in spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is windy or rainy, and she is never idle. Long-term labor training has made her hands full of calluses and very rough.
Grandma is over sixty years old, and her family has discussed taking her to the city for a few years. Alas, I can't help it! You see, she has only been in town for less than two days, and her hands are too busy. Sweep here and wipe there. After cleaning up the house, I wandered around the courtyard again, looking here and there. Anyway, I wanted to find some more work. Although our yard is big, it's empty, and people don't feel angry at all. My careful grandmother soon felt that it was a pity that this good land was empty. So, immediately find a shovel, turn over the open space and plant vegetables and fruits. I saw her hands clasping the shovel handle and turning it up. An hour has passed, and the ground has not been turned over. I'm really afraid that my grandmother will be overwhelmed, and I'll take the shovel and turn it over for her, but my grandmother said with a smile, "This work can still tire your grandmother! You are weak and weak, and you can't change it if you turn it too shallow. " Said, and took the shovel and turned it up. I had to follow behind to pick up the turned bricks and tiles. When my mother came back, when she came in and saw grandma working, she blamed her and said, "I brought you from the village just to let you enjoy a few days of happiness, but you, alas! I can't really say you. " Grandma smiled and said to her mother, "You don't understand. If you let me sit in the house every day, I'll have to get sick. It's better to do some work and exercise my bones and muscles." Mother had to stop saying anything and helped her to do it. Not long after, a vibrant new atmosphere gradually appeared in our courtyard. Eggplants bloomed, tomatoes produced emerald-like fruits, and grapes spread out their green leaves ...
Grandma's hands poured infinite love into me, and she always used them to make my favorite food and toys for me. One day, I saw some children eating fried sweet potato chips. When I got home, I asked my grandmother to cook them for me. Without further ado, Grandma immediately took out a few sweet potatoes, washed them, cut them into thin slices, put them in a hot oil pan, gently flipped through this and that with chopsticks, and they were fried in a few minutes. Looking at the golden fried sweet potato slices, I danced with joy, picked one up and ate it. "Grandma, it's great. Have one, too!" While turning over the sweet potato slices in the pot, Grandma smiled and said, "Little greedy cat, as long as you eat well, Grandma will be happy." I looked at my grandmother's hands splashed with oil residue, and I felt a surge of heat flow in my heart.
I walked over slowly, grabbed my grandmother's calloused, rough, oily hands, and gently stroked them. I didn't know when my eyes were full of crystal tears.