Those warm woven days

A few days ago, my son came back from his classmate’s home and brought a half-woven sweater and said to me: Mom, Xiaoqiang’s mother said that she was too busy recently, so she really didn’t have time to finish weaving this sweater. I volunteered to get it back, please help her finish weaving. Boy! Hearing what my son said, I was shocked. The bad boy of this good thing didn’t ask me in advance, but unexpectedly did it first. I picked up the sweater and looked at it. The pattern was not complicated, but the fine wool was really daunting. Thousands of needles and thousands of threads, how long will it take to weave! Therefore, I quickly tried to refuse. I pretended to be embarrassed and said to my son: my mother hadn’t knitted sweaters for several years. Besides, it was just a pattern of knitting flat needles before. I can’t weave this pattern at all. Besides, I am also very busy and have no time to weave. You ‘d better give the sweater to Xiaoqiang’s mother. My son said disappointedly: alas, how shameful! I even got a ticket in front of Xiaoqiang’s mother. I can’t weave or mistake others. I still have the cheek to return the sweater to others. Looking at my son’s far-away back, suddenly a tide of loss came to my heart. In fact, where can’t I weave? It is clear that there is no passion and mood when knitting sweaters. I have always thought that knitting sweaters is a woman’s instinct, just like eating and sleeping. There is no need to learn deliberately, and there is no need to learn by yourself. Naturally, it will happen. I remember when I was a child, I saw my mother knitting a sweater, and I couldn’t help feeling greedy and itchy. I asked my mother for some wool needles, but she was reluctant to give me wool for fear that I would spoil her baby wool, which was rare in those days. I had no choice but to pester my grandmother with cotton to make me spinning. After dinner, under the faint oil lamp, my grandma and I were busy. Grandma asked me to pick cotton seeds first. I carefully picked out the cotton seeds one by one, and then made the cotton fluffy. Grandma held a large handful of cotton in her right hand, and pinched the twisting handle in her left hand to screw it quickly. The little twist spurted rapidly, and the Cotton On Grandma’s hand was like silk spinning from Spring Silkworms, drawing out long and thin threads. When the cotton is used up, the handle is wrapped with cotton threads as thin as hair. Grandma combined the thin thread into several strands to form the thick thread. When I was in school the next day, I put the cotton thread and sweater needle in my schoolbag with great interest, and weaved the gloves vividly during the break. When the class bell rang, I still felt unsatisfied, so I secretly took it out and continued weaving under the desk. Just when I got carried away, I was caught by a dignified teacher, and unfortunately, the wool and sweater needles were confiscated. This disaster caused me to write a guarantee, and I was punished for sweeping the classroom for two days before returning it to the original owner. A week later, when I wore the gloves I knitted myself for the first time, that warmth and pride was much better than that I got one hundred points in the exam. My grandma’s speed of spinning cotton thread could not compare with my speed of weaving. Her achievements in the whole night were not enough for me to toss about for a day. During those days, I urged my grandma to spin threads for me as soon as I finished dinner. In a short time, I even weaved gloves for the whole family and made a pair of cotton socks for my grandma with ingenuity. The winter was very cold that year. Seeing my masterpiece brought warmth to my family, my little heart was filled with warmth and sweetness. When I was in normal school, all the female students in the class liked knitting sweaters. During the period after the beginning of school and the examination, the learning task was not heavy. After lunch and self-study at night, the dormitory was in full swing. Everyone sat by the bed, knitting sweaters and chatting around the world. From time to time, they also help each other wrap a thread, or learn how to weave patterns. Soon, exquisite sweaters were born in the children’s laughter. In the third grade, a female classmate wore a woolen hat woven by her sister. Looking at the novel and unique wool hat, we were extremely envious and ready to move one by one. I can’t wait until the weekend, so we make an appointment to buy wool on the street during the lunch break. A few days later, the girls all wore their own woven personalized wool caps. The beautiful hat was lined with the smiling face of patterns, which made the male classmates particularly jealous. Therefore, the bolder boy also bought wool and quietly invited the girl whom he liked to weave a hat with a red face. During that time, the dormitory was very busy. There is a little secret hidden in the hearts of the young girls who started to love each other. The warmth and sweetness in my heart filled with the shy smile. On the surface, everyone weaved hats while talking and laughing aimlessly, but they were secretly guessing which boy’s hat was in their hands. Girls happened to be the same, and no one would take the initiative to tell who the owner of the hat was. A few days later, I knew their secrets from the hats that boys wore one after another. Everyone smiled at each other, tacit understanding. It was known by the teacher in charge of the old master that he even held a theme class meeting with great efforts. The head teacher emphasized solemnly that he was not allowed to fall in love during school. A group of big children who were guilty no longer dared to face the eagle-like eyes of the head teacher calmly. From then on, the woolen hats which witnessed the innocence of love disappeared. After work, I lived alone in a dormitory far away from my hometown. In my spare time, knitting sweaters for my family becomes an excellent spiritual sustenance. Go to bed early every night, leaning against the back of the bed, listening to music while knitting sweaters. The tapes in the small recorder were placed over and over again, and the threads around them became smaller from big to small, and family affection flowed on the long wool. In the quiet night one by one, the care and missing for family members were all woven silently in the comfortable sweaters one by one. When I went back to my hometown in winter vacation, I felt warm and steadfast with a pack of heavy sweaters. After getting married, knitting sweaters for children and husbands has become a major theme of life. I remember that before the baby was born, my husband often took pains to wrap the yarn for me. Sometimes, I wrapped a dozen of threads with different colors, and let me slowly choose the patterns of weaving patterns. Every time I weave a small sweater, it is like finishing a delicate handicraft. I look at it repeatedly and fondle admiringly. When I was tired of weaving, I put the knitted sweater on the bed, from small to large, and lined up every word. While appreciating, I imagined what the child looked like when wearing the sweater. The warmth and sweetness of being a new mother are beyond words, and the feeling of happiness overflows the heart. The child grew up gradually, and the patterns of sweaters were constantly refurbished. Whenever I see beautiful patterns on TV or on sweater books, I will be eager to buy wool back. I think I am a master of weaving without a teacher. With a little inspiration and unique creativity, my child can wear beautiful sweaters in less than two or three days and more than one week. The lively and lovely child wears a sweater with a unique style, which is lovable like a happy little angel. Children go to kindergartens or parks to play, which often attracts careful mothers to hold their children and study the patterns of sweaters. My neighbors and colleagues all admired the pattern I made, so they even made an appointment early. When my child was too young to grow a sweater, they gave it to their children to wear. Indeed, I gave away all the small sweaters my child wore. With the development of science and technology and the progress of society, there are more and more new sweater textures and styles in the market, and the price is getting cheaper and cheaper. In addition, the work is getting busier and busier, the pace of life is getting faster and faster, and there is no spare time. Maybe since then, maybe since my husband and children didn’t like to wear hand-knitted sweaters, those wool and sweater needles were gradually forgotten by me. Time flies, time flies. Unconsciously, wool and sweater needles accompanied me through my innocent childhood, ushered in brilliant youth, and gradually stepped into the middle age of sorrow and joy. Looking back on the past, I once devoted my deep enthusiasm and deep love to knitting sweaters. Clothes woven with love warm others as well as yourself. The mood of knitting sweaters in the past will never happen again in my life. Those warm days woven with wool seem to be classic old songs one after another, which have become a scenery in beautiful memories. Now I write it down in words and comfort myself.

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