Text |Xiao Min
Article**: WeChat*** met me walking
I have a trapeze sewing machine at home.
According to my mother's recollection, this sewing machine has been in my house for more than 30 years.
My mother said that I had been thinking about it for a long time when I bought it, and my family was poor and had no money at that time, so I bought it little by little with the money I used to sell goose eggs.
I don't remember any of this, but I remember the care my parents were with when they brought it home, and told us not to touch it at will, let alone put heavy objects on it.
At that time, it was one of the most precious objects in my house, and we specially found a nice cloth to cover it on it so that no dust would fall.
When I was a child, this sewing machine was used very frequently, and the three of us sisters hardly bought clothes, and our mother stepped on it to sew for us.
My mother was so busy that she had to work in the fields and feed the pigs and cook, so she had to squeeze in time to make clothes for us. In the summer, when it was usually noon, she sacrificed her lunch break to cut the cloth she bought from the bazaar and sew clothes for us on a sewing machine. In the winter, she and her father have to sell firecrackers, so they can only rush to make new clothes for us at night.
It is it that makes our barren childhood full of happiness, especially in the New Year, wearing the clothes sewn by my mother to visit the New Year, not to mention how happy it is!
Now my mother is old, and she rarely uses this sewing machine anymore, and it is quietly displayed in my house.
During the Chinese New Year this year, my niece's jeans were broken, and my mother returned to her old business, wearing reading glasses, stepping on a sewing machine, and sewing pants for her.
Time, so cruelly coming to us, children are growing up, we are getting old.
Although the sewing machine that stepped on time was silent, it told us about the past of my family.