Mom's clothes are always blue and black. That color may be suitable for men, even 80-year-old women don't like to wear it. Mom's clothes are all made of the cheapest inferior cloth on the market. These are all the impressions I can remember. I heard that I used to weave coarse cloth myself.
A few years later, there was a sudden upsurge of selling old clothes in the village market. At that time, many people bought clothes, and at first glance, they knew that people in the city were wearing leftover clothes, and many of them were quite fashionable. How dare a mother in her fifties dress up as a 90-year-old and buy these fashions from the city to the countryside? Dad will also buy it for mom, not for women, and mom will put on a man's gray suit jacket. How many years have you been wearing this? That's how my mother came over, frugal. To tell the truth, I have never seen red and green clothes, and even in secondhand goods, I can find a shadow of my childhood, so our home is so lifeless.
But one day when I was ten years old, when my mother was sorting out the broken cupboard, she inadvertently saw a bright purple on the corner of the schoolbag. With a scream, I rushed to my mother and asked her what was in it. My mother said it was a small cotton-padded jacket. Because of the color problem, I shouted for my mother to open the bag, and I wanted to have a look. My mother smiled at me and untied the small square slip. The purple cotton-padded jacket with lapels suddenly appeared in front of me. It is made of silk. It looks bright and shiny, and feels comfortable.
Mother touched her hand gently, with a happy smile on her face. She said that this is a dowry for her mother, which was woven with three months' cloth money before her grandmother married her father. She only wore it once, only once, on the day her mother married her father. Mom says she does rough work in the fields every day. Where can she wear expensive clothes? Besides, everyday clothes are all dyed black, blue and gray, so how to wear such bright colors? Mom's smile is gone again, and I don't say anything anymore. what can I say? My mother is also a woman. She is a young woman. She knows that red and green are beautiful. But what kind of life does my mother lead? I can't tell you. Never eaten delicious food, never wore beautiful clothes, and never even had a baby. My mother is really a cow who can only farm.
My mother's small cotton-padded jacket has always been treasured, and it has always been a good memory of my mother, but it has not been treasured for a lifetime, because I later changed the front row of buttons and wore it for me in my first grade. She said it wouldn't be a waste for me to grow taller. But it was worn out in a few days, because it had been left for a long time, but it was aging. That purple silk cotton-padded jacket with lapels is not only my mother's favorite, but also deeply left in my memory, a memory of my mother and a sigh of her fate.
In Zhu Ziqing's works, the back of his father crossing the iron fence to buy oranges for him is really touching, but my dear father's cotton-padded jacket covered with snowflakes makes me cry.
I remember it was a cold winter. Get up early in the morning, wearing a sweater and going to school. "Wen Qing, is to go to school? Put on your down jacket, don't you see? It's going to get cold, do you hear? " Mother nagged.
"I didn't hear it." I thought to myself, what a nuisance
Dad insisted: "listen to your mother, you take it with you, lest I send it!" "
I have always been willful, where can I listen to them? Excited to run out of the house and go to school.
On the way, the wind was blowing hard and the trees were staggered.
Thinking: Naive enough to change? But I went straight to school.
As soon as I entered the school, I saw that it was blowing harder in the north, the temperature plummeted, the sky was covered with red clouds, and suddenly it began to snow like goose feathers. The students all wrapped themselves up, and I was wearing only a thin sweater, which was freezing cold. "I'm freezing to death, and the East is killing me ..."
Alas! I really regret not listening to my parents.
The bell "The bell of Rinrin ..." The bell rang and the class began. I sat in the classroom and the teacher began to cadence.
I'm as cold as chaff. How can I listen? Why is a class so long? Why does time pass so slowly? Just then, I couldn't help glancing out of the window, hey! Dad, it's dad, wearing a shabby black cotton-padded jacket, really coming!
"Rinrin ..." The bell rang and the class was over. I hurried out of the classroom and watched him run to him with a bright red down jacket in his hand. "Dad!" I blushed and said, "You gave me a down jacket."
"Frozen, son? So cold, how can you stand it without a down jacket? " Looking at my father's head covered with snowflakes, I shed tears inexplicably.
"Come on, let me help you put it on." Feather coat says ... ah! It's so warm, as if it had never been so warm before. At this time, I couldn't help reaching out and patting the snow on him. Dad said, "stop filming, it will be full soon." I'm going home. Hurry into the classroom and study hard. I'm leaving. "
Looking at my father's distant figure, the worn black cotton-padded jacket was covered with snowflakes, and my tears came out again.
In recent years, my father has been working outside for a long time, and our father and daughter rarely meet. Only during the Spring Festival can the whole family have a reunion garden.
When the cold winter came again, my father called and said softly, "Wen Qing, my child, the weather is getting colder and colder." Have you put on your down jacket? " At this moment, I seem to see my father in that shabby black cotton-padded jacket and covered with snowflakes, busy at the construction site, so I burst into tears.