Mother's love through white gloves and canvas gloves

On a cold winter day, the north wind whistled. With cold hands, I suddenly recalled my mother's knitting gloves.

When I was a child, I was afraid to go to school in the county town. The most frightening thing was the north wind that whistled. The wind was like a sharp knife and I cut a small hole in my face and hands. Our local people called that small mouth, "Ma Wrinkle," on the cheeks, and on the back of the hand, "ma wrinkles" were dense and criss-crossing, like cracked old pine bark.

At first, in order to resist the cold, I went to school by the fire pit. However, there are many people in the fire pit, and the classroom is often filled with smoke. Teachers and classmates are suffocated with tears, and the cough is constantly heard. There is no way to carry out normal classes. The teacher has to issue a “ban on fire ban”.

The brazier is not allowed. What should I do?

My mother first brought me a pair of canvas gloves from the construction site. Canvas gloves fingers bloated, no elasticity, fingers into it, empty, inflexible. Take notes and write homework. If you don't take gloves, you will be sloppy.

The mother tried again and got white gloves from outside.

White yarn gloves are flexible, white and stylish. They are worn on the hands and feel much stronger than canvas gloves. At that time, anyone who could wear a pair of white gloves would win everyone's envy.

As the saying goes, there is one advantage and one disadvantage. White gauze gloves are beautiful and flexible, but they are not impatient. In his hands, even if he is careful enough not to touch the dirty things, he will still leave black marks. Dirty, black, of course, you can wash, but, after rubbing and cleaning the white yarn gloves can no longer reply to the previous white and clean, and also yellow, shorten the size, wash several times, it is not easy to use.

The mother is thinking again. I remember on a winter night, my mother sat by the fire, took out a few red, black, and blue fine yarns from the cloth bag, and then told me to take off the darkened white yarn gloves and make gestures. go with.

The mother said: "Don't move, I will give you a pair of wool gloves."

Under the lamp, the mother focused on needle threading. The yarn was broken and she carefully laid the thread and gently repaired the tiny hair with scissors. As the mother's dexterous hands kept moving, gradually, I saw the shape of my fingers and the shape of my palm. Tricolor wool, slowly woven into beautiful thick gloves.

The mother, who yawned, finally put a pair of soft, warm, mixed-colored wool gloves on my hands. Compared to the thick warmth of white yarn, this wool glove is more flexible and more flexible.

What makes me curious is that the mother's knitted wool gloves were not even sealed on the fingers, and were worn on the hand. The thumb was barely wrapped, and the remaining four fingers and a joint were exposed.

The next day, I went to school with wool gloves. At first it felt a bit unaccustomed, and I always felt that the fingertips on the outside were a bit cold. But slowly, I discovered that whether it's taking notes, writing or doing sports, or even taking part in labor, you can wear gloves because it is warm and flexible. In addition, compared with white yarn and canvas gloves, wool gloves are not easy to stick dust, especially dirty.

This pair of warm and beautiful knitted wool gloves accompany me, and spent several cold winters safely.

Every time I freeze in the cold weather, I always think of the pair of fingertips in my mother's knitted gloves that I woven. I think of my mother's dedication and kindness when she knits gloves on the fire.

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