She was fourteen years old. It was the New Year, and most of the village friends put on new clothes, often gathered together to hide and seek, set off firecrackers, and were as happy as sparrows who had found food.

She was fourteen years old. It was the New Year, and most of the village friends put on new clothes, often gathered together to hide and seek, set off firecrackers, and were as happy as sparrows who had found food. Because she didn't have new clothes, she didn't want to go out at home. She never wore new clothes, usually wore her sister's old clothes, a long piece of short piece of misfit not to say, the clothes are patch stacks of patches, rotten patches, patches worn... She felt very faceless, and therefore very inferior, but fortunately, she studied hard and her grades have always been excellent. Listening to the occasional explosion of cannon battles outside, and the laughter of her friends, she dared to say to her mother, Mother, I want to wear new clothes. The mother lowered her face, the wrinkles on her thin forehead were knotted, and the thick calloused hand gently rubbed her head and sighed. She actually regretted it, the family was poor, like the water washed over, the usual pocket money was saved by the mother's egg by egg, to put it mildly, the chicken ass is the bank of the family. My mother has been sick for many years and has not stopped taking medicine... The mother was silent for a long time, and then she said word by word, Well, the mother sewed a pair of pants for Nell. Only then did a bright smile burst out on her bitter face. Mother patted her on the shoulder and said in a dumb voice, Nell, you have to study hard. She nodded vigorously and said rest assured, mother, I will.

The next day, my mother brought a jar of eggs to the set and exchanged them for a piece of cloth. After her mother measured her, she went to the house next door every night to make pants for her second aunt, who had a sewing machine.

Chinese New Year's Eve morning, she was still lying in the bed, and her mother stood in front of the bed with a pair of pants, laughing and moaning to urge her to get up. It was a pair of trousers made of canvas (formerly the clothing cloth of work clothes in factories and mines, commonly known as labor cloth), which was wear-resistant and relatively rare in the countryside, and whoever wore such cloth at that time was as high-headed as now having a mobile phone. Therefore, she smiled excitedly and busied herself from the bed to put on cotton pants and cotton jackets, and finally put on the pants with the help of her mother.

Hey, the two trouser legs are embroidered with four or five sunflower patterns, the pattern of the cloth is made of faded blue cloth, obviously cut from old clothes, but the pattern is very beautiful, the edges of the pattern are cut wisp by wisp, like the leaves of the sunflower plate, very realistic. She felt that she was happy in her face and moisturized in her heart, and felt that niang was really good, and niang would not only sew patches, but also embroider flowers. The mother thought she was not satisfied, and when she saw that she was so happy, she was relieved, and her wrinkled face also blossomed.

She hurriedly grabbed two bites of food, like a bird out of a cage, and she wanted to go out to play with her friends while showing off her "fashionable" pants.

Sure enough, when the buddies saw her new pants, their eyes lit up. They couldn't imagine that she had always dressed like Hanako, and she also had a glorious time. In particular, the flowers embroidered on the pants were all envious, and they all looked around, and some of them touched the "sunflowers" on the pants with their hands. Unexpectedly, a partner used too much force to pull off the "leaves" at the edge of a "sunflower" pattern, revealing the dirty cotton pants inside - it turned out that the "sunflowers" were "patches" that had changed their patterns! Her ears were hot and her face was flushed. Everyone laughed and looked at her, their eyes full of sarcasm and mockery. The shyness and trepidation of being glimpsed by others made her want to cry, and she tried not to let the tears that were accumulated in her eyes fall down, and turned around and ran home.

Her mother was making rice cakes, and when she came home in a rage, she was full of displeasure, saying how did the big kung fu come back?

She glared at her mother fiercely, took off her new pants sharply, kneaded them into a ball and threw them in front of her mother, pouting and saying, What bullshit pants?

The mother was so angry that her whole body trembled, and she stretched out her trembling hand to try to hit her, but the high-rise slap stopped in the air, and finally landed on her face, and even if there was something crystalline in her eyes.

She bowed her head in confusion, ready to meet her mother's scolding.

"The pulled cloth is not big enough, only like that... My motherfucker's incompetence. Mother's voice froze. Mother's tears welled up, and then, like a broken pearl, rolled down her cheeks, and finally she cried loudly.

Since then, my mother, who didn't say much, has become more reticent, busy all day long, cooking, washing, sewing, raising chickens... It didn't take long for my mother to fall ill and never get up again... After her mother died, she learned from her sister that in order to make the pants for her, her mother, who had been taking medicine, stopped taking the medicine! She became more and more guilty, and threw herself at her mother's grave to regret it.

The so-called poor people are not short-minded, and the horses are thin and ambitious. She was angry, went to college, stayed in the city, lived a tasteful life, and lived a colorful life.

Once, she deliberately participated in a clothing fair, ready to buy a set of high-end clothes, and returned to her hometown. First, to let the sisters who used to laugh at her see, and second, to go back to visit her mother's grave. The costumes at the fair are dazzling and dizzying. It is said that these fashions are the works of world-class fashion design masters. Suddenly, she saw a beautiful model wearing a cowboy outfit, and the style of the pants was exactly the same as the one her mother had made for her!

She stayed on the ground for a long time, and the tears in her eyes crept up her face. Everyone present was surprised, and she choked up and told the story of that year. For a moment, everyone was silent. Finally, a silver-haired fashion designer sighed and said, "In fact, all the mothers in the world are great artists!" ”