On Saturday, I rubbed my hands and said in a trembling voice, "Mom, knit me gloves." My mother looked at my little hand, red with cold, and couldn't help feeling distressed. She said loudly, loudly, "OK." I jumped three feet high with joy and gave a big smile.
The next day, as soon as I got up, I saw the sofa filled with colorful wool and a silver knitting needle. My eyes are about to fall out, and all the flowers in my heart bloom like the warmest sunshine. I gave my best mother a big hug.
That night, my mother has been knitting, at 8: 00, 8: 30, 9: 30 ... When my mother's favorite TV began to play, she didn't even look at it and said to herself, "I must do what I promised my daughter." Thirsty, drink some hot tea, continue to knit, sleepy, rub your eyes, continue to knit, your hands are cold, rub and continue to knit. Late at night, I asked my mother, "Mom, why don't you sleep?" "You go to sleep first, I'm ... I'm not sleepy." Mom said hesitantly.
That's it, knit, knit. Mother is getting tired every day, and her eyes are no longer so big and bright, and her eyes are no longer so bright. Two lovely little gloves are finally knitted. It's so comfortable to wear. These must be the warmest gloves in the world. Accompanied by it, a warm current welled up in my heart. Mother's love is as beautiful as a butterfly flying in front of her eyes, as sweet as honey flowing into her heart and as fragrant as plum blossoms in the cold east.
This winter is still cold, but I am warm, because I have the warmest gloves knitted by my mother.