The most important thing to remember is the fact that you can't get rid of the problem...

Mom's hobbies are very general, drinking tea, cross-stitch embroidery, and square dancing with the "big moms"......

She has always had a full schedule of life. As long as you are not busy, you can sit on a small wooden bench, wearing presbyopia glasses, and quietly cross stitching one needle at a time.

Just see her left hand holding up the cross-stitch, her right hand picks up the fine bright silver needle, her eyes often squinted 'very small, just like that one colorful thread. She picked up the silver needle and raised it upwards, as if it had violently broken through the clouds, and then stuck it straight down. The needle passed through the cross-stitch, and she realized that the thread on the needle had mischievously slipped away when she raised it upward. Mom rethreaded the needle, her eyes widening as if the eye of the needle would get bigger. Her two fingers slightly point a few water, rubbing the thin colored thread, two hands shaking, as if making a difficult choice, and finally she decided, through the past.

Holding the silver needle steady in her left hand, she pinched the thread with her right hand and sent it forward little by little. The thread was very close to the needle, but the thread brushed past the needle again, without a little hesitation, as if a prisoner, not wanting to go back to prison. Mom again threaded the needle, two eyes staring very close, as if to say: "You do not naughty, just go forward, do not escape". The line seems to understand the meaning of the mother, the smooth through the needle hole, as if away from a few years of father and son to meet again, the needle and the line embraced together to enjoy the reunion of the happy, and the mother is happy to smile.

Mom was always a little distracted when she was cross stitching. She was a very good friend of the family, and she was a very good friend of the family, and she was a very good friend of the family, and she was a very good friend of the family, and she was a very good friend of the family, and she was a very good friend of the family, and she was a very good friend of the family. Speaking of dancing, we will always think of the occupation of the neighborhood door of the "square dance lady". The combination of loud music and energetic crowds is always the most dazzling sight in the evening.

Mom saw the square dance, of course, can not help, all the way to run over to the start of the dance, at that moment, she put all the worries and fatigue all throw away, the body and mind intoxicated in the music, with the music dancing. But the way she danced made me laugh, she was very different from everyone else.

However, I have always thought that my mom's love is very ordinary, but never mediocre.