姥姥那双手

每天我放学回到家里，首先得到的抚爱，就是姥姥用她那双粗糙的手轻柔地抚摸我的脸颊。姥姥那双粗糙的手给我留下了很深很深的印象。

姥姥原来一直住在农村，每天地里、家中的活儿都要干，无论春夏秋冬，刮风下雨，从来也不闲着。长期的劳动磨练，使她那双手长满了老茧，非常粗糙。

姥姥已经年过六十，家里人商量要把她接到城里享几年清福。唉，真没办法！你看她刚到城里还不满两天，手就闲不住了，扫扫这儿，擦擦那儿。收拾完屋子，又到院里转来转去，这儿瞅瞅，那儿看看，反正是想再找点活儿干。我们家的院子虽大，却空荡荡的，叫人一看，没一点生气。细心的姥姥很快就觉得这好的地空着多可惜。于是，马上找来一把铁锨，要把空地翻一下，种上蔬菜与瓜果。只见她双手紧握锨把，一锨一锨地翻起来。一个小时过去了，地还没有翻完。我真怕姥姥会吃不消，夺过铁锨要替她翻，可是姥姥却笑着说：“这点活还能累倒你姥姥！你人小力薄，翻得太浅不换用。”说着，又夺过铁锨翻起来。我只得跟在后面捡翻出来的砖头瓦块。妈妈回来了，一进门看见姥姥在干活儿，就责怪姥姥说：“把您从乡里接来，就是想让您享几天清福，可您，唉！真没法说您。”姥姥却笑嘻嘻地对妈妈说：“你不懂，要是天天让我坐在屋里，非憋出病来不可，还是干点活，活动活动筋骨好。”妈妈只好不再说什么，也帮助干了起来。不多久，我们家的院予里渐渐出现了生机勃勃的新气象，茄子开出了小花，西红柿结出了绿宝石似的果实，葡萄也舒展开了那嫩绿的叶子……

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姥姥那双手对我倾注了无限的爱，她总是用这双手给我做我最喜欢吃的东西和最爱玩的玩具。有一天，我看见几个小朋友在吃油炸红薯片，回家就让姥姥给我做。姥姥二话没说，立即拿出几块红薯，洗干净，切成薄薄的片，再放进热腾腾的油锅里，用筷子轻轻翻翻这个，翻翻那个，一会儿工夫就炸熟了。看着那金黄金黄的油炸红薯片，我高兴得手舞足蹈，拿起一片就吃起来。“姥姥，真好了你也吃一片吧！”姥姥一边翻着锅里的红薯片，一边笑嘻嘻地说：“小馋猫，只要你吃得香，姥姥就高兴。”我看着姥姥那双溅上油渣的手，心中不禁涌起了股热流。

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   我慢慢地走过去，一把捧住了姥姥那双长满老茧、粗糙的、溅上油渣的手、轻轻地抚摸着，抚摸着，眼眶里不知什么时候已经含满了晶莹的泪花。

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 ...

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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.

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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.