Not only the old clothes, but the down jacket on the second uncle taught me to respect. The down jacket was brought back from the city by the second uncle, and in that era of scarcity of materials, down jackets were still a rarity. The second uncle worked as a construction worker in the city, doing the hardest and most tiring work, wearing a torn cotton jacket issued by the construction site. That winter, he took a few days off from his boss to visit us in his hometown.
That day, the second uncle walked into the village wearing that brand new down jacket. It was the first time in the village that someone came back wearing a down jacket, and everyone surrounded the second uncle, their eyes full of envy. The second uncle said that this down jacket was bought after half a year of hard work. He smiled and said: The people in the city wear better clothes than we wear in the countryside. When I was young, I thought this down jacket was simply cool, pestering my second uncle to ask questions. The second uncle touched my head and said with a smile: When you grow up, you will also go to the city to work and buy something better.
Not long after, when the Spring Festival arrived, the second uncle put the down jacket on his body and walked into his grandparents' room. He stood in the room and bowed deeply to the portrait of his grandparents, his eyes filled with tears. Daddy, look, when I came back in this dress, do you think I didn't raise it in vain? Second uncle, at that moment, I understood that the down jacket was not only the pride of the second uncle, but also his respect and longing for his parents. He hopes that through his own efforts, his parents will be proud of him.
Since then, every time I see that down jacket, my heart is filled with respect. It is not only a piece of clothing, but also the second uncle's dedication to life and his feelings for home.