我的妈妈有一双勤劳的双手,妈妈用这双手为我洗衣做饭,抚养我长大,用这双手赚钱供我上学。妈妈的手不仅是双勤劳的手,而且还是一双充满鼓励的手。记得有一次,我考试不好,心里很难过,不敢回家,怕妈妈说我或打我。放学后,我在学校附近溜达,心里想着该怎样对妈妈说,才能让妈妈不生很大的气。我不住地埋怨自己为什么考试不够仔细,为什么上课不认真听讲。我越想越难过,于是眼泪就止不住“哗哗”地往下落,就是不敢回家。在学校门口转来转 My mother has a pair of hard-working hands, my mother used my hands to cook for my laundry, raise me up, make money with both hands for me to go to school. Mom's hand is not only a pair of hard-working hands, but also a pair of hands full of encouragement. I remember once, my exam is not good, my heart is very sad, afraid to go home, afraid my mother said I or hit me. After school, I walked around the school, thinking about how to say to my mom so that my mom would not be very angry. I can not help but complain about why I did not take the exam carefully enough and did not listen attentively in class. The more I think the more sad, so tears can not stop “rushing” to the whereabouts of is afraid to go home. Turn around at the school gate