Red leaf curtain

Uh...哒哒哒... The sound of the old sewing machine came from the hut, just like the sweet days of the mother and the girl in the past. After the mother gave birth to our sisters and brothers, I had a lot of hardships in my life, but I never complained about anything. She didn't understand tailoring, but because the clothes of our sisters and brothers were worn out, she was not willing to throw, and the family couldn't afford to buy new clothes for us, so she hardened her scalp and went to the training class to learn tailoring. From the beginning of the home sewing work, she was taken care of, and sometimes help others to mend and modify the clothes.

"Mom, the red leaf curtains of the small house are very nice!" "Yes! Because it is good-looking, it is not willing to throw it." "Take it down and make up it!" "Okay!" ...... 哒哒哒 ...... "" The red leaves that your mother made up are so beautiful!" "Haha, then you have to learn in the future!" "I will learn!"

The sleeping memory is gradually awakened.

I am a preschooler, I hate the nap, my mother always sleeps in the hut for my health. When the red leaf curtains were pulled down, it was time for me to take a nap. So I hate the red curtains, sometimes tearing it apart, and the mother doesn't criticize me because she sees my mind. She just silently pulled the curtains again. When I can't sleep, I look at the red leaves. The red leaves have large pieces and small pieces. There are trunks and branches in the middle. The colors are very clever. The red leaves are like burning torches, hooked with golden edges... I fell asleep while watching. When I woke up again, I saw my mother squatting and resurfacing.

On a cold night, the moonlight lingers, knowing the hustle and bustle, the earth shows a silence, the red leaf curtains are another scene, I only have a faint warmth when I lie next to my mother, the moonlight is like a dim lantern Through the curtains of red leaves, I shed a clear light on the window. I fell asleep slowly in such a situation.

In the dream, the beautiful flowers under the moon quietly smiled for me.

The sixth grade of puddle in a country: Zhiqidong