Mom's love is hidden in the knitted sweater

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Love in a sweater

Author: Chang Chao anchor: Hao Gao Pan

There is a jujube red striped sweater in the wardrobe. The style is already old, and it is a bit fat to wear, but I have been reluctant to throw it away. This is the warm heart that my mother woven for myself.

After graduating from high school, I joined the army with passion to come to a remote town on the Longdong Plateau. When I grew up in the Plains in the Weifu and Wanguan, the train was stunned by the desolate and severe cold in front of me. Suddenly there was an inexplicable loss and embarrassment in my heart. For a period of time, I even had great doubts about my choice. In addition, the troops strict education management and intense military training, I especially missed my loved ones. In the letter to his family, he inadvertently revealed the emotions of thinking about his hometown and his own thoughts.

The mother who was thousands of miles away was worried about the cold climate of the troops and my confused mood in the letter. Not only distressed my body, afraid of eating heavy military training, but also anxious about my confusion and confusion, it was difficult to fall asleep for several nights. In order to help me adapt to the environment as soon as possible and peaceful troops, my mother walked for more than 10 miles, and made a special trip to the town to carefully select a jujube red wool, preparing to knit a sweater for me, and let me get out of confusion as soon as possible in the love and warmth of my loved ones as soon as possible Essence That year, she was 46 years old. She never woven sweaters. In order to allow her son in the distance to understand the love of her loved ones, she solemnly started to woven sweaters. I don't know how to be busy with heavy farm work all day long, my eyes are high, and my mother who had a headache for a headache once faced with a headache to do the extreme.

Later, I learned from my father's mouth that the mother first woven clothes, weaving sleeves, and collar. Because it was the first knitting sweater, the leakage and wrong needle were commonplace. Normally. But the mother tirelessly dismantled it over and over again, woven, and disassembled. His father was very distressed by his mother's body. Seeing that she was going to do farm work during the day, she stayed up late at night, and persuaded her to say: Don't weave it, buy a lot of trouble, but the stubborn mother said to her father angrily, "Buy, buy," Buy, buy "Buy Is it the same as the weaving? I woven it to the baby, and the baby can feel our love and warmth on him! " Since then, my father has not spoken anymore again, but she silently accompanied her when her mother woven sweaters. For more than a month, the mother often died all night and did not know tired. Under the weak light, her eyes were highly myopia, and she had repeatedly woven the disassembly with a heart -based love son. Weaving. Until one day, when she took her "work" to her father and the neighbors of the neighbors, everyone praised her, and she praised her soul, and her mother's face showed a good smile. It was more than a ordinary sweater. In the line, the mother was deeply loved and hoped by the mother's deep love and hopes for the sons of the distance.

After weaving the sweater, she asked her father to walk more than 10 miles to a photo studio in the town. She took a group photo of the two people. She must know that they were not willing to take a photo when they got married. In order to allow his son to serve in peace with peace of mind, the Dou Da -unaware of the mother who did not know a few mothers let my father wrote a letter to me, and sent me a photo with the sweater and the two people.

Always remember the noon of the spring day. When I retrieved the heavy parcel from the station office, when I opened it excitedly that it was a delicious food and cheered, I saw my mother carefully wrapped a few layers of wrapping paper, and a brand new jujube red. Striped sweater was displayed in front of my eyes, it was a very fashionable style at that time. Then I saw my father's familiar handwriting and the photo photo, and I couldn't help crying instantly. I felt all the love that my mother was in silence, and stroked my mother's sweater woven for me; read a letter to dip the parents' hope and entrustment; looking at the kind of love and kind parents, let the hot tears Surge. I clearly see that it is more than a common sweater. It is the thirsty heart of father and mother looking at Jackie Chan, and a hope and hope for his son! After opening the letter with tears, my mother comforted me in the letter: Children, there is no way back in life. Since I chose the road from the military country, we must go firmly. The admission to the military school is the biggest repayment and love for us. Reading my parents' letter, my eyes were wet by tears again. In the letter, she persuaded me not to think of home, to start with things before, do the current things, and say that wearing military uniforms, you are not only the son of the parents, but also the son of the country. Essence When an excellent soldier, for the country to force, cannot be as willful as at home ...

The warm heart weaving of my mother, the teachings of my father and mother, and the photos of the loved twins, let me think of the mood of my hometown love family. Hug tightly, kiss my cheeks gently in the spring breeze, and the fragrance of wild flowers is refreshing. what! For the first time, I found that the environment of the army was so beautiful! After returning to the company, I quickly adjusted my mentality, re -established the goal of struggle, and invested in training and learning with a new attitude. I also made great progress in all aspects, and won the recognition and praise of leaders and comrades.

I deeply love the red sweater woven by my mother, and stand on the duty late at night, and the strong mother loves all over the body; in the cold winter, I climb the grid to put on it. , Make me full of strength; the troops are in the field of field training, rolling and fighting against the cold, as if my mother accompanied me to patrol and defend; political learning put it on it, and the mother -in -law's love immediately became immersed in the whole body. With the teaching and encouragement of my mother and father, in the third year of the soldiers, I was admitted to a military academy in Xi'an as expected. The day when I received a notice from the admission, I held my mother's red sweater with tears.

The first time I went home to visit relatives, chatted with my mother, talked about the past of weaving sweaters, and a bad talk mother laughed and told me that her thoughts were very simple at that time. It is necessary to weave a decent sweater for me. Because I just learned the sweater, I often woven the wrong, but the sweater can be disassembled and re -knitted. Looking at the mother with gray hair and a bit of camel, a famous saying of writer Liu Qing flashed now: "Although the road of life is long, there are often only a few steps to keep close to it, especially when people are young. There is no one. The path of human life is straight and there are no forks. Some forks such as political forks and personal life inks, you take one wrong step, can affect a period of life and affect life. "I am fortunate to me." I am fortunate to me There was an ordinary and great mother who taught the principle of my life with her simple behavior, so that I chose the right path at the crossroads of my life.

Twenty years have passed, from the Loess Plateau to the Guanzhong Plain, from a remote town to a bustling city, no matter where I go, I will bring the red sweater around. Whenever I opened the closet to see it, the faint lights of their hometown appeared in front of my eyes. The mother ignored the fatigue of the day, and the scene of the love sewing love for the sons in the distance was held. In the palm of your hand; whenever you wear it, the strong parents will immerse themselves into the heart and spleen in my heart. Suddenly, I have an endless force to inspire me to better contribute to the construction of national defense construction in the strong military journey!

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Author | Chang Chao

Chang Chao, the net name Taibai Swordsman, has been influenced by Zhang Zai's ideological and cultural since he was a child, and has loved classic literature. He has published nearly one million words in news and literature in news media such as the People's Daily, the PLA, China Youth Daily, and Shaanxi Daily.

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Anchor | Hao Gao Pan

Hao Gao Pan, a brigade of the 77th Army, is good at photography, broadcasting, video production.

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