Chapter 46 Touzao's Jujube Garden

When I returned to my hometown, my trousers were torn due to unthreading. My mother said, "Come on, I will help you with a car." I walked into the room with my mother, she lifted the red velvet cloth on the small table, and a tailoring car appeared in front of my eyes. This sight shocked me. Isn’t this the tailoring car from more than 30 years ago?Why is it still in use?And it looks like new? "Mom? Is this the old tailoring car?" Mom said, "Of course it's the old one." My mother sat in front of the sewing machine skillfully, turned the bottom of my trousers, and began to concentrate on sewing my torn trousers. Looking at my mother's focused expression, I couldn't help stroking the beautiful wooden texture on the sewing machine. The picture suddenly overlapped with time and space, and I returned to the courtyard house of my childhood.

At that time, this sewing machine was placed by the side door of the east wing of my hometown. Outside the door was a large jujube garden planted by my father. After my mother had been busy with heavy work such as raising pigs, plowing, drying grain, and doing laundry, she would sit on the sewing machine. Carrying clothes in front of us while monitoring us playing in the orchard. The mother who is good at female red actually has no material to make clothes. What she does is turn flour bags and fertilizer bags into simple clothes, or help our group of children who "know martial arts like cows" mend the torn shirts. Pants, as well as shrinking clothes that are too big and making clothes that are too small.

Mother's job of making clothes is very important, so that although we live in poverty, we will not go to school in rags.When we were not carrying clothes, we would scramble to do homework on the sewing machine. It was because there were too many children and too few tables, and children who couldn’t grab a sewing machine had to use a wooden board to pad their knees and sit on the threshold to write. Once, my brother and I were grabbing a sewing machine, and accidentally fell down and hit the iron foot of the sewing machine, leaving a 20-centimeter scar behind my ear, which is still clearly visible today.

I like to climb up the jujube tree, and look back at my mother sitting by the door of the wing, carting clothes while eating crisp and sweet dates. At that time, my mother was in the prime of youth, with a delicate and resolute beauty.Because of my mother's strength in life, I often feel that although life is poor and simple, I am still fearless in my heart. If it was Sunday, we would rush to pick dates as early as possible, because the dates that were just ripened in the early morning were the most fragrant, and our brothers would eat them all later. Mom never has a holiday, but she doesn't have to prepare a lunch box at noon on Sundays. She always sits in front of the sewing machine early in the morning to pull clothes.

Sitting on the jujube tree, the sun just came out in the east, and the jujube garden in the cold winter has become warm. Looking at the past along the sun, I just saw the gentle side face of my mother. The color is very impressionistic, but the lines are like a cubist relief. At this time, I will be extremely moved, thinking of dedicating the most delicious jujube just picked to my mother. I jumped off the jujube tree and took the most delicious jujube in my pocket to my mother. She would stop what she was doing, pat my head and say, "Good boy." Then she would open the drawer on the right side of the sewing machine and put in the jujubes. , I saw that the drawer was full of dates. It turned out that my brothers and sisters had already picked dates and dedicated them to my mother.

This makes me go to pick dates on Sundays in winter, hoping to be the first to give dates to my mother.Sometimes I feel that if I can sit on a jujube tree and watch my mother cart clothes, there will be boundless happiness in my life. "The car is ready, you can wear it." My mother's voice brought me back from the memory, and my mother couldn't help laughing: "My lord is too big, and he is stupid all day long." I looked at my mother's still gentle side face, but her hair was all gray. When I lost my mind just now, more than 30 years have passed by in a hurry.