"It's cold, put on your cloth shoes!"
This is my mother's favorite nagging sentence. Now that I think about it, a warm current surges through my body.
I grew up wearing cloth shoes made by my mother. In that era, my family was poor and the population was large. If I had a pair of rubber shoes (Jiefang brand), it would be a luxury. In my memory, From elementary school to high school, I wore cloth shoes made by my mother, one pair a year, usually in winter. If I could wear a pair of corduroy cloth shoes with white soles, they would be better than the current designer leather shoes. It's a pity that I have never felt it, but I always cherish the new pair of cloth shoes every year: because each pair of cloth shoes embodies the hard work and hard work of my mother. I still have a pair in high school. The cloth shoes that I wore when I was young. Whenever I miss my mother, I take them out and look at them. Seeing these cloth shoes is like seeing an old and loving mother. The scene of my mother making shoes under the kerosene lamp also comes to mind.
At that time, I had a family of eight, and my mother was the main labor force in the family. During the day, regardless of rain or shine, she had to work collectively all year round. At night, my mother had to wash and mend the family's clothes or make cloth shoes. In hot weather, my mother I am always surrounded by mosquitoes, spinning twine for making shoes. In winter, I always go late into the night every day to make cloth shoes for the whole family. Except for my brother and me, they need two pairs of cloth shoes every year. My brother and sister are worn out or worn out. My brother and I continued to wear the worn ones, mostly for herding cattle or collecting firewood in the mountains. This can reduce expenses and reduce the mother's labor intensity. In order to save kerosene, I always share a kerosene lamp with my mother when I read and do my homework. I often stay with my mother until late at night. When I feel sleepy, I lean on my mother's arms and count on my fingers when it will be my turn to wear the kerosene lamp. New cloth shoes, I counted them and fell asleep in my mother's arms.
I remember one year, winter seemed to come very early. My mother also worked overtime to make cloth shoes for the whole family. When it was my turn to make them, she felt very happy. She just hoped that the new shoes would be worn on my feet as soon as possible. When she finished, she gave them to my father and my mother. Xiang Yazi, I cried and quarreled with my mother. My mother looked at my little feet that were as cold as dead shrimps, and she also shed tears: "I don't have a mother anymore. It's pitiful. I'll make a pair for you quickly, okay?" I'm not sensible, but more of a helpless person. So, I watched my mother do it every night, for fear of giving it to someone else again. One night, my mother was making the soles of her shoes. There was a "click" sound, and she let out a soft cry: Ouch. I looked up and was shocked. I saw a broken steel needle, and a piece of it was deeply pierced into my mother's finger. , blood dripped on the sole of the shoe, the mother pulled out the needle with force, held her finger in her mouth quickly, disinfected it with saliva, changed the needle, and continued. Every time a needle was inserted, the pain caused the muscles at the corner of the mouth to make a "hiss" sound. ..." The painful moans. I saw it in my eyes and it hurt in my heart. After wearing new cotton shoes on my feet, I cherish them very much: I don’t wear them on rainy days, and I would rather walk barefoot on muddy roads. On humid days, I put the shoes on the wood stove to bake them before going to bed every night. To prevent premature damage to the shoes. I remember that one day after school, it suddenly started to rain heavily. No matter how cold it was, I quickly took off my shoes and put them in my schoolbag. I was still afraid of getting my shoes wet, so I held my schoolbag in my arms and ran all the way home. I really value my shoes more than my life.
One year old, one pair of cloth shoes, I walked into high school wearing the cloth shoes made by my mother. I saw that my classmates were wearing shiny leather shoes with iron pads nailed on the heels. , it makes a crisp "chuck" sound when walking, so Western-style. Looking at the homespun shoes on my feet, I feel that the cloth shoes are too earthy, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I feel very shameless, and it is always noisy after returning home. When I asked my mother to buy leather shoes, she was not angry: "Leather shoes are not good, they are easy to get wet. Wearing cloth shoes does not absorb moisture, and they warm the fire. When I have money, I will buy you a pair." My mother coaxed me like a child. .Just after class one day, my head teacher gave me a pair of brand new cloth shoes. I knew it was from my mother. When I opened it, I found two eggs and a note inside. There were crooked words written on it: "Waiting for the ones at home." Zhu bought it, I will buy you a pair of leather shoes, study hard, ah." I hurried out of the school gate, my mother was already gone. I looked at my mother's retreating back in the cold wind, wearing thin clothes, and felt sad, and tears burst into my eyes. I He stuffed the note into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it... This year, the family was overfunded and had no choice but to sell the pigs to the team to pay off the debt.
After I started working, I gave half of my first month’s salary (55 yuan per month at the time) to my mother, and I used half to fulfill my dream of buying leather shoes. The joy can be imagined. From then on, I wore leather shoes more often. But my mother never stopped making cloth shoes for me, as usual, one pair a year until she was 85 years old.
The basket full of father's books is still full of empty lines, and the mother line is still lingering. How many tears have stained my hands while sewing. I have been wearing cloth shoes made by my mother since I was a toddler, and I have been wearing them until today. The road is going steadily.
Wearing leather shoes is convenient for work, but it also feels uncomfortable after a long time. Outside of work, wearing cloth shoes made by my mother feels different, comfortable and warm, and it is an extension of maternal love...
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