Mother's warm cloth shoes

This autumn is particularly early, after a few gentle autumn rains, early or late return, the autumn wind blows on the body, it feels quite a bit chilly. Originally, the clothes on my body were prepared for me by my wife. But not long ago, she went out to study for half a year, so she needed to take care of herself. When I was rummaging through clothes at home that day, I found a dozen cloth shoes from the bottom of a box, fifteen pairs of ——— which my mother had collected for me.

It's been three years since my mother died, and although I miss her all the time, I don't know that she left me so many warm and dry cloth shoes, which makes me both sentimental and touched.

My mother learned to make cloth shoes from the beginning when I suffered from severe moldy feet, and she heard that the best way to treat moldy feet was to wear cloth shoes, so my mother, who was more than half a hundred years old, learned to make cloth shoes with her. My mother learned to make cloth shoes clumsily, and her eyes were a little presbyoptic, and that action often made me feel very funny. The mother also laughed and scolded her stupidity, but she still insisted on taking the sole of the shoe one stitch at a time, and pasting the upper layer by layer, doing it carefully and seriously. The first pair of cloth shoes is finally ready, and wearing it is not particularly comfortable, but the meaning is different. My mother watched me walk around the house in cloth shoes, felt special joy and pride, and asked vigorously: "How's it going, is it good?" I had to pretend to be very comfortable and praise him one after another, in order to comfort my mother's hard work and her concern and love for me. Strangely, his long-incurable moldy feet slowly improved after wearing a few pairs of cloth shoes made by his mother, and in order to confirm whether this was the role of cloth shoes, he went to consult a friend who was a doctor, and after a long silence, he answered me affirmatively. Perhaps it was for this reason that my mother became fond of making cloth shoes for ten minutes, and whenever she had free time, she wore reading glasses and threaded needles and leads.

At that time we lived in a wooden house by the river, and every time we came home from the night shift, across a river, I could always see that the door was open and the house was lit up, and my mother sat in the doorway, looked at the dark night, and then bowed her nabu shoes and repeated this action over and over again. What a touching woodcut it is—I know, this is my mother waiting for me to come home safely, and the cloth shoes in her hand are a prop to hide her anxiety about her return at night. When I entered the house, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and then asked me to change into my shoes.

Her mother's health is getting worse and worse, and it is increasingly difficult to make cloth shoes, so in order not to let her worry more about it, she often advises her to do less and better not to make cloth shoes; even in order to achieve the purpose of stopping her, she even lied that she did not like to wear cloth shoes. However, at that time, I was so ignorant of my mother's heart that she seemed very silent after listening to what I said. But even so, she still did not give up making cloth shoes.

...... Looking at these fifteen pairs of old cloth shoes, and wearing a pair on the feet, once again let me relive the warm and beautiful years of staying with my mother in the past, and once again felt her silent love; fifteen pairs of cloth shoes, enough for me to wear for a lifetime, maybe when my mother made cloth shoes with a needle and a thread, she thought so——— I will go a long, long way, she can't go forever, the best thing for me, for her, is a pair of cloth shoes with her body temperature, let me wear them dryly on my feet, Keep going...