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Hand-woven composition
Hand - knitting

When winter came, my mother began to knit all kinds of sweaters as usual. Every day after dinner, my mother sat on the sofa and began to knit. In the evening, she was knitting until late at night.

At first, I thought my mother knitted because she had nothing to do to kill time. However, now my mother has given up one of her favorite things-writing articles in her blog, but left me the computer to knit sweaters. I want to know what her purpose is. One day, I finally couldn't help asking my mother, "Why do you like knitting so much?" As soon as I picked up the sweater, I couldn't bear to put it down. Why? ""why do you think? " Mom said. I shook my head and played by myself. Because in my opinion, my mother is just killing time to find something to do for herself, so I don't ask my mother why she is knitting.

In a blink of an eye, a year passed quickly, and it ushered in a cold winter. My mother still sat on the sofa and started knitting with those four bamboo needles until late at night. My doubts did not disappear with the passage of time. I asked my mother curiously, "Why do you like knitting sweaters so much?" "What do you say?" Mom said, I still shook my head. I have thought about this question repeatedly, but there is still no answer: my mother has even put down what she likes, so the "purpose" of knitting must be very important. What makes my mother love knitting so much?

When I asked my mother for the last time, she finally told me, "Silly child, what is more important than your warmth and coldness in my mother's heart?" Although there are all kinds of sweaters in the shopping mall, I don't think they are soft enough, close enough and warm enough. Although it is troublesome to knit a sweater by hand, it is warm and thick, so I will make this for you every year. "

After listening to my mother's words, I silently walked to the front of the wardrobe, slowly opened the cupboard door and looked at more than a dozen sweaters of various colors inside, speechless. Mother knitted not only a sweater, but also her love and hope for me.