Mom makes winter clothes
Text/Chen Qian
The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.
Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.
Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.
I haven't gone for a walk since I gave birth in the summer. Although I knew that I had already entered the gate of autumn, I didn't know that the weather was changing so quickly. My dad renovated the house this year, and the yard of my house was tightly covered by the iron plate shed, and the windows in the circle were closed, which was naturally much warmer than the outside. Accompany the baby every day, the door does not go out, there is less wind and rain and sun exposure, and I think it is as warm as home. Until one weekend in early September, I pushed my baby out in the sun for the first time with my lover, although it was about nine o'clock in the sun, and I didn't take two steps out of the door, so I turned around and hurriedly added a thin shirt. As I walked, I suddenly realized that there were already leaves that began to spin and fall with the wind.
Only then did I remember that it was no wonder that my mother took the time to go out a few days ago to buy cotton and cotton cloth, and in the past two days, she has begun to sit at the table to draw patterns and cut fabrics. I said, "It's tiring enough to help me watch the child, and if you have time, you will lie down and straighten up." Now there is no shortage of money, so why do you have to do it yourself. But the mother said: "Such a young child has no down jacket, and the cotton clothes on the outside are still thin, so it is more fitting and warmer to make it yourself." "Watching my mother making cotton clothes for my children reminds me of my childhood memories.
I don't know when my mother made it, I only remember that the clothes were heavy but extra warm. In the past, there was no air conditioning to blow the wind to warm the house, and the heating fire often went out by itself at night, so every morning I always shrunk and didn't want to do it from the warm quilt, at this time, my mother would always quickly put on a cotton jacket that had already warmed me in the quilt, if the stove fire was not extinguished occasionally, put it on the radiator and bake, the clothes would be warmer. Therefore, wearing a cotton jacket and cotton pants made by my mother, and a pair of cotton toe caps, it seems that I no longer feel so cold when I go out to play on a snowy day. Especially the cotton pants made by my mother, an extra piece is sewn on the chest to make the chest and abdomen warmer. According to the current standards of beauty, compared with the current down jacket, the cotton jacket and cotton pants are a little bloated and bulky, but it is really warm, and the northwest wind cannot blow through.
When I had an impression, I was already in elementary school. There are several colorful books in the style of clothes at home, there are colorful woolen balls piled up on the sofa, and woolen bundles are tied on the back of the chair. I didn't have a sense of time yet, so I couldn't look at it for a while, and I felt that it had been a long time, but I had only woven a circle. But time was very fast, and within a few days, a freshly knitted sweater was put on. The same sweater, usually my sister wears it when it is smaller, and I continue to wear it, and when I wear it smaller, I disassemble it and re-knit it. In the era of scarcity of toys, unpacking a sweater is also a fun game for me to help my mother, whether it is a ball of yarn in my hand, or wrapping wool around the back of the chair, or looking at the rapidly shrinking clothes in my hand when I unwrap a sweater, although it is a repetitive action, but it is not boring. And some of these dismantled and bent yarns are washed and ironed with an iron and then used on the next sweater. As a result, these sweaters are sometimes knitted with new yarn and sometimes reknitted with old yarn. But whether it's new or not, every sweater has a new pattern. There are green flowers, there are red hearts, there are pink ducks, there are yellow bees, and so on. Every time I put on my mother's new sweater, my heart is beautiful. Not only because the sweater made by my mother is warm and fitting, but also because I am proud of my mother's skillful hands. Every time my sister and I put on a new sweater, it would attract onlookers from other classmates and teachers, and even some parents would come to see the research, which made everyone envious.
Thirty years later, my parents no longer needed to borrow money for my treatment, and my sister and I had our own jobs. Nowadays they don't need to cut back on food and clothing, but they still have the habit of being frugal and buying clothes that are comfortable and affordable. The clothes in my wardrobe have changed batch after batch with the growth, the sewing machine at home has been sold at some point, a variety of down jackets have replaced the cotton jackets and cotton pants made by my mother, and my mother no longer has the energy to knit sweaters for us. But when I saw my mother making cotton clothes for my children, and using my old clothes to cut and sew clothes for my children, a familiar feeling came to my heart again.
Although the clothes made by my mother are not the most beautiful, they must be the warmest and most priceless, and there is much love and care for my mother for her children. I sew it year after year, and revise it again and again, but I used to think it was so ordinary. At the moment, today's young people, clicking on their mobile phones, shopping in the mall, and large bags of clothes are hanging in the wardrobe, I feel that something is missing. Yes, it's the anticipation of new clothes, it's the mother's long love, it's ...... When I was a child, I wore a winter coat made by my mother, and I was so happy. Mother's hand, that is my most memorable and nostalgic childhood. At this point, I don't know how to express the ordinary and great love of mother and son......
About the Author:
Chen Qian is a native of Beijing. Graduated with a major in musicology, he is good at singing and piano. He is currently engaged in children's music education and is keen to participate in public welfare activities. She loves to read, history, poetry, novels and fairy tales. Maybe life is unexpected, but I am still grateful to meet everyone who has created my colorful life. Books and music are the pure land of my soul, and I only want to share love and happiness.