My mother behind me is knitting a sweater, and the whole room is filled with the warmth that only children can feel from my mother.

Occasionally looking back at the wool in my mother's hand seems to have a feeling of deja vu.

"Mom, teach me to knit a sweater!"

"Son, mother used to knit a sweater to keep out the cold, but now it's for fun. Mom wants you to study hard and not be distracted, okay? "

"Then ... all right!" Seeing the displeasure on my face, my mother smiled and asked, "son, do you remember when you were a child?"

Dismantle the wool! Suddenly found that the kind of intimacy with wool comes from the warm memories of childhood.

I vaguely remember that it was a cold winter, and the story originated from an unfinished sweater. ...

I remember at that time, my mother worked hard to knit a sweater for a few days and lay quietly in bed. I just went to kindergarten and looked at my sleeping mother with wide eyes, but I was not sleepy at all. My mother snores softly and must be exhausted. A trace of guilt suddenly occupied my young mind. The only thing I can do for her is to throw away the unfinished sweater! In this way, mother can not knit until twelve o'clock every night!

One, two, three ... A wool stick fell to the ground. Ha, they can't haunt mom anymore!

I grabbed my sweater and plumes of wool were scattered all over the floor. I felt very happy and then fell asleep.

I don't remember how to wake my mother up the next morning. All I remember is that when I confessed my motives to my mother, she held me in her arms and the wool.

I will never forget the warmth in my mother's arms.

Later, my mother listened and knitted a sweater for me to wear. I found that the wisps of wool in my mother's arms contained her warmth and love.

Later, every time I put on the sweater I finally knitted again, my face was always filled with a happy smile. Until now, I really can't wear it. My mother took it apart.

Although the sweater was torn off, it left the taste of happiness in my heart forever!