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Winter is coming again, I subconsciously shrunk my neck, and I couldn't help but think of my grandmother and the sweater that my grandmother knitted for me.
When I was a child, I often caught colds in the winter, and in order to keep me warm, my grandmother started knitting sweaters for me. The sweater knitted by my grandmother was beautiful and warm, and there were all kinds of patterns on it, including bears, cats, puppies, ......At that time, my favorite thing was to lie next to my grandmother and watch her knit sweaters. My grandmother was always weaving, singing songs, and sometimes telling me stories.
When Grandma knitted the sweater, her expression was very focused, her eyes were firmly fixed on the sweater needle in her hand, her hands were quickly alternating, and her fingertips danced lightly like butterflies. The sunlight shines through the window on the grandmother's body, reflecting the gentle face of the grandmother, which is a beautiful picture.
As time passed, grandma's eyesight began to deteriorate and the speed at which she knitted sweaters became slower. Once, when I saw my grandmother knitting a sweater, she kept rubbing her eyes and asked, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"Grandma smiled and said, "It's okay, grandma is old and her eyes are a little spent." "I felt sad when I heard this, and I knew that my grandmother was doing this to knit me a sweater.
In the winter of my third year of junior high school, I was staying at the school, and when I came home on the weekend, my grandmother took out a brand new sweater and handed it to me, saying, "This is the sweater that grandma knitted for you, you can try it to see if it fits." I took the sweater, and a warm current welled up in my heart. I know that this sweater was knitted by my grandmother with a lot of time and effort, and every stitch and thread on it contains my grandmother's love for me.
Now that I'm in my second year of high school, I don't need my grandmother to knit sweaters for me. However, I still treasure the sweaters that my grandmother knitted for me, because they are a testimony of her love for me.
Whenever I put on those sweaters, I think of my grandmother, her wrinkled hands, and when she knitted sweaters for me. Those sweaters are a little old, but they still warm my body and my heart.
Although my grandmother has left me, her love will remain in my heart forever. I will always cherish those sweaters and always remember my grandmother's love for me. I believe that no matter where I am, my grandmother's love will always be with me, give me strength, and make me feel warm.