The second day early in the morning, the snow is still in durian, under the eaves of crystal clear ice son long. Many parents of students rushed to school from home have brought cold clothes, socks, shoes. To the next self-study, I have not seen my parents, there is a loss of heart, melancholy, depressed. In the students as cheerful as a lark sound, I am very lonely.
School soon, the teacher called me out of the classroom, in the corridor to see my parents, tucked under a new quilt, cotton padded clothes, holding new cloth shoes, they have little snow on the head, unable to beat on the body through the thick snow, eagerly came to the front of my body, parents ruddy on his face anxious, fear. The mother's tone of urgency revealed worry and guilt, in the breath, cough, anxious tone, I realized the mother's care, worry. See the mother face haggard, what I read some indistinct. Later, from his father's mouth, a few days before her mother's illness, night coughing, always dizzy, lying in bed for a few days, get out of bed, the snow yesterday, the mother hold himself out of bed, the night that rush to do clothes, shoes, for a busy night, a cough a night. Early in the morning he hastily called father rushed to the school, the original father not to the mother, but the mother is not assured, the father has not stopped his mother. The small wooden mountain stream was thick with snow, my father came home with cleaning tools, the delay time, the mother on the way to school, squat repeatedly cough, so some late. Some of my previous displeasure and regret have disappeared, only the hearts of the excitement.
Put on new clothes, new shoes in the hands of the mother took the cloth, see uniform sewing lines, wear in the feet, bursts of warmth from the soles of the feet scattered over the body. When the father helped her mother away, has disappeared at the school gate, my tears rustle and.
Many years later, I clearly remember the scene at the time, I still remember, when wearing new clothes, new shoes warm cloth is far less than the parents to the children the warmth of love.
I graduated from a normal school, neotenous I assigned to a small village more than and 100 miles away from home, school occlusion, traffic is not convenient, life can not take care of me a mother's care at home, I often said, I worry. I often went to Haruki's mail address to see if there was a letter I sent home. Although it was the middle of 80s, material life is not very rich, but I have a little salary, life is not a problem.
I love fashion in dress, shiny shoes, white shoes, I bought a working mother, give me the shoes, I feel old, is hanging behind the door, rarely go to wear it.
Remember that the semester was allocated by the timing, the depth of winter, cold wind whistling, as if nature curled up, tightly wrapped himself against the cold of winter, the students wear a bulky coat, wrapped in thick cotton socks, feet are a pair of shoes, but I am still suit gelv. When I took the students to the school gate, and saw a familiar figure, a closer look, the original is the mother.
The mother being sound, I slowly learned that the original cold weather, my mother worried, from home to school by bus, middle turn a few train, get off to find someone to ask, go more than and 10 miles to the mountain to get to school, I saw a little tired and fatigued with the journey of the mother, revealed a joy, like unloading under a heavy load.
Took the new cloth shoes that the mother, I told my mother, my years of strong, not cold, do not feel cold, don't worry. I still prefer my shiny leather shoes, cotton shoes will be readily shelved in the box. The mother repeatedly asked me to exchange, I do not want to, so mother sighed, fell dejected to cooking in the kitchen for me.
After a lapse of more than and 20 years, I still clearly remember that mother was groaning, but I did not carefully appreciate the warmth.
A few years later, often in the winter, my mother always made me cotton shoes. Can I still wear my beloved leather shoes, cotton shoes will be lost after the door, or donation to others. To bring the warmth of my shoes, I forget Not the least trace was found.
See I am still, mother stopped her work at hand in the sigh, my mother lost some indistinct feeling.
As in the past more than and 20 years. A few years ago, I feel no longer shiny leather shoes are comfortable and warm, cold blunt, feeling more and more obvious, often to the winter cold, biting cold attacks on me, I wish I had a pair of shoes, you can warm my feet.
At home, I did not tell the words, but the mother firmly in mind, every winter, she begged my cousin gave me a pair of shoes, to satisfy my desire. Alas, the son again inadvertently things, in the eyes of the mother is the most casual thing.
Now the mother has over seventy years of age, with no health, and no longer have sensitive eyes are bad, can not be aligned needle under incandescent light, cannot do the work shoes. Mother's shoes bring my warmth has left deep in my heart.