My mother, who was once rejected by me, felt that her mother didn't like dressing up and rolled around in the soil all day, which has always been that kind of simple appearance. When I was a child, I felt very inferior. I envy other people's children and have a beautiful mother in cheongsam. Later, I happened to find that my mother, who once lived in absolute beauty, also fell in love with cheongsam.
Opening the dusty photo album, I saw the black and white photo of my mother wearing cheongsam when she was young. The mother in the photo is silent and poetic, gentle and elegant. The cheongsam that my mother wore in those days has been pressed at the bottom of the box ever since. As long as I can remember, I haven't seen my mother wearing cheongsam. To my mother, that cheongsam is my mother's treasure. At the beginning, my mother still married my father in that cheongsam.
Mother's cheongsam is the best gift for her to enter the marriage hall, and it is the testimony of her affectionate attitude towards cheongsam in her girlhood. Today, however, that cheongsam is the last souvenir of the cheongsam years. Whenever my mother misses that wonderful time, she will take that elegant cheongsam out of the bottom of the box and relive the original years.
Looking at the mother in the photo, through the curtain of time, I carefully read the mother wearing cheongsam. As far as I can remember, my mother has never worn a cheongsam. My familiar mother always wears coarse cloth and walks through plain fireworks.
I reached out my trembling hand to touch the temperature in the photo, and the mother in the photo was gentle and beautiful. Young mother, wearing a cheongsam with infinite ancient meaning, picked up the smile of time and made her life like a poem. Mom looks great in a cheongsam and a bun! After years of rain, snow, wind and frost, suffering from the hardships of life, every time I think of my elderly mother, wrinkles climb up my forehead, and I can't help choking and aphasia.
My mother has been running for this family all her life. In the complicated life, my mother had to hide her feelings for cheongsam deeply in her heart. In the plain fireworks, my mother pressed the cheongsam on the bottom of the box and started the life of cloth. Compared with the mother wearing cheongsam in the photo, and then look at the familiar back, it seems so out of place.
Cloth life, I think it is the best interpretation of mother's life. Like all women who like to wear cheongsam, my mother has a pair of elegant hands. The mother wearing cheongsam is uneven and outlines a delicate curve. To my father, she is absolutely charming.
Mother was also a flower at that time, a woman flower with a cheongsam style. At that time, the family was well-matched, and grandparents' families were not rich. At least my life is rich and fulfilling. You know, in those days, not all women could realize this dream by wearing cheongsam. My mother is the apple of my grandparents' eye, a lovely girl at home. My grandparents didn't agree with my mother to marry my father at that time, for fear that my mother would suffer. After many twists and turns, my grandparents beat my mother and finally agreed to marry her.
Although my mother comes from a rich family, she is gentle and considerate, not spoiled, and has a pair of elegant hands. She can not only read and write, but also be an actress. So later, when my mother married my father, she took off her gorgeous and elegant cheongsam and started a long life in cloth. The cheongsam worn by my mother in those days has been pressed at the bottom of the box as a memorial to the years and as a spiritual sustenance. When my mother misses that good time and recalls the years of cheongsam, she will quietly take it out and pick it up to relive the years of cheongsam.
Growing up, I wore shoes and clothes made by my mother. Although the living conditions improved later, I still like the cloth shoes that my mother personally accepted, and they are very comfortable to wear. A pair of cloth shoes, under the orange light, put all my mother's love in, put on my feet, very warm, and slowly flowed into my heart with blood from the soles of my feet.
My mother's female workers are very nice. At that time, my mother would take her embroidered handkerchief to the kerosene lamp market to subsidize her family. God will always care for a hardworking woman like her mother. Handmade products made by her mother were very popular at that time, and everyone praised her for her beautiful and hardworking hands. Whenever my mother passes by the gate of the cheongsam shop in the market, she will stop and rush forward, and she will not forget to appreciate the cheongsam inside. My mother was fascinated by all kinds of cheongsam in the shop. At that time, I didn't understand my mother, let alone her deep affection for cheongsam.
My mother went to the cheongsam shop, just to have a look. At that time, my mother buried the feelings of cheongsam in her heart. Mom is a stubborn woman, even if the family life conditions are not good at first, she will not reach out and borrow money from her grandparents. I think this mother is not only stubborn, but also guilty of her grandparents. At the beginning, she insisted on marrying in the countryside against her parents' wishes, and her mother felt sorry for her grandparents. At the beginning, my grandparents worked hard for decades to bring up my mother. With my mother's conditions at that time, I could have had a better life. Although my grandparents were very open-minded and finally respected my mother's choice, I still feel very sorry.
Mother, decades of coarse linen and linen, although her cheongsam has been pressed at the bottom of the box, it is still as new. Mother takes that cheongsam out to dry every year and keeps it well. Mother's cheongsam is exquisitely embroidered and exquisitely made, with a towering and rounded collar inlaid with exquisite buckles. Wearing this cheongsam is bound to have all kinds of customs. Cheongsam remains the same, and time waits for no one.
A mother born in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River may have an indissoluble bond with cheongsam in her bones and life. When I was young, my mother was also very shy. At first, she wore cheongsam at home. Perhaps because of the influence of poetry, my mother was eager to put on cheongsam and walk in the bluestone rain lane in the evening. Mother's dream of cheongsam is fixed in that gentle water town, which is the original place of the dream and also has the appearance of her mother in those days. Mother often goes to that familiar street, and the bluestone polished by the years reflects the years in the sunset.
Cheongsam, for mother, is an old dream that can't be relived. Cheongsam, in the mother's heart, is extremely heavy. Although my mother didn't say anything, I saw the scene where my mother took out the cheongsam to dry. My mother gently wiped the dust on it and was very careful, for fear of accidentally hurting the cheongsam. At that moment, I understood how important cheongsam is to my mother. Mother stretched out her rough hand, trembling, stroking the cheongsam, stroking the cheongsam of that year, and there seemed to be a residual temperature on the cheongsam.
Mother doesn't regret the change from cheongsam to coarse cloth. I still remember clearly that when I was a child, my mother would get up early before dawn, make breakfast and then go to work in the fields in a hurry. In the countryside, rolling in the mud, my mother is always rough and linen, and gradually drifting away from cheongsam. Mother works in the fields during the day and sews clothes and shoes under kerosene lamps at night. When I was young, I liked to wear my mother's shoes. Between stitches, my mother accepted my mother's deep love for me on the cloth shoes. Some decorations will be engraved on the cloth shoes. Because I am a boy, most of my shoes are bamboo and pine trees. I didn't know this at that time, but I think the bamboo embroidered on the cloth shoes is also very beautiful. Bamboo on shoes is mom's expectation. My mother wants me to have tenacious vitality like bamboo, face everything in life calmly, and be as open-minded as bamboo.
Mother's cheongsam is so pressed at the bottom of the box, and it is dusty by ruthless years. However, mother's affection for cheongsam is like wine. As time goes by, it only increases, and the years are still fragrant.
Mother, such a cheongsam woman, was born to live a princess-like life and walk the world of mortals with books. At dusk, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, graceful and wearing cheongsam, walking in the bluestone rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, singing at night and measuring the time with lotus steps!
My mother's cheongsam has been lying at the bottom of the box for decades. This matter touched me a lot. I am very grateful to my mother for her contribution, and that spirit will benefit me for life. Today, decades later, as a child, I should give my mother a cheongsam dream. I secretly customized a cheongsam for my mother. Under our entreaties, my mother shyly put on cheongsam, which looks more beautiful after years of scouring. My mother is the most beautiful mother in the world. Looking at my mother in cheongsam, we laughed, but my mother cried. ...