Grandma's love prose is in the cloth shoes.

In the 1970s, I was born in a dignified and beautiful village at the foot of Taihang Mountain. The village is small, surrounded by water, surrounded by rows of green trees like a green barrier, and the wooden bridge at the head of the village leads to the town.

One,

Behind my house is a river. The river is not deep and crystal clear, and you can see the grass growing at the bottom of the river, yellow, green and yellow; There are fish swimming freely with wagging tails; There are tiny yellow sand sinking into the bottom of the water, and frogs sneak out from time to time not far away. When they saw us coming, they sank to the bottom of the water like playing hide-and-seek with us, and ripples appeared on the water. ...

How can you miss such a beautiful moment? Take off grandma's cloth shoes, walk barefoot, play with water, or catch fish, or splash water on your companions with your hands. Over time, this river has become our childhood paradise, no less than the playground that children love to play now. The more we play, the happier we are, the more excited we are, so that we forget the time for school. My friends and I were reluctant to go home until the smoke curled up on the chimneys of every household, wandering in the trees in front of and behind the village, and dancing over the village with the breeze.

When I got home, my mother scolded me. I bowed my head and said nothing. I couldn't help crying loudly. When the grandmother who cooked the meal heard this, she walked up to her mother with a burning stick and said, "Young trees should be cut down, little people should be in charge, and children already know that they are wrong, so don't talk about her." After that, she put down the poker and wiped my tears with rough hands.

At this time, I felt my feet began to itch. Grandma took off my shoes and said with distress. "Hey, I have athlete's foot." She quickly put salt and pepper in the basin, scalded it with boiling water, let me put my feet on the edge of the basin, smoked it with hot air, and then soaked it in water when the temperature was right.

Second,

From then on, whenever I came home from school, my grandmother would watch my homework and take my shoes off.

Grandma accepts many kinds of soles. Today, she accepted a diamond-shaped block.

With grandma's careful production, the diamond was cleverly taken out and put on the sole, giving people a three-dimensional sense, which looks like the magnificent Great Wall from a distance. At that time, under the influence of my grandmother, I knew that the Great Wall was a symbol of our Chinese nation.

After the sole is installed, it must be combined with the upper of the boat to form a pair of shoes. At that time, our family spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter with shoes made by grandma's hardworking hands. ...

Because grandma walks on the soles all the year round, the middle finger joint of her right hand has worn out a round shiny little pimple. No matter how I touch it with my little hand, grandma won't say it hurts. Grandma said it was calluses. This cocoon records grandma's hard journey of making shoes. The needle and thread have condensed grandma's hard work and infiltrated grandma's kind and tolerant heart. ...

With grandma's careful care, beriberi will be fine in a week. She changes my insole every day, and my little foot steps on it like her hand holding me step by step on the road of life, which makes me feel safe and comfortable. This feeling overflows all over the body and is the taste of grandma's love.

In the hot summer, there was no electric fan at home, so my grandmother stood beside me and fanned me with a cattail fan to drive away the mosquitoes that came to harass me. She also told me: "Write your words one by one, and write your homework for yourself. Others can't take away what you have learned. If you don't learn to walk, you want to learn to run! " Now that I think about it, grandma's implication is that I haven't practiced the basic skills of writing, so don't write too fast, and educate me to be down-to-earth and persistent in order to succeed.

Third,

Time flashed through the fingers of the page. In a flash, I went to junior high school. My mother repeatedly urged me to finish my homework and learn sewing such as rubbing ropes and taking soles. When my grandmother heard this, her face lost her former happiness. She grabbed the soles of my mother's shoes and said sternly to her mother, "Don't let her do needlework as long as I have breath." She is old enough to learn knowledge now. Let her do it. " It's not too late to sew when you have a good future! "

At that time, my grandmother said that if I had a promise, it would mean that I was admitted to the university, walked out of the rural land and stopped working in the field. Grandma is really well-intentioned

One weekend, I was preparing to do my homework when I suddenly found a pair of "cat's head shoes" on the cabinet on the kang. I'm curious and more confused. These shoes are worn by children around one year old, and no one in my family wears them. Who did grandma make so many pairs of shoes for?

Another weekend, grandma got up early and went to the town to go to the market. She asked me to do my homework at home. Usually my grandmother is watching over me. Today, without her company, my heart is empty and I soon feel sleepy. When I woke up, it was near dusk.

I came to the river slope behind the house. At sunset, the river is sparkling. Rows of willows guard the river like green sentries. Breeze blowing, wicker swinging back and forth, like a shy girl, demurely moving the dance steps. Grandma is sitting in the shade with shoes. Her gray hair was twisted loosely behind her head, naturally tied into a bun, and then clamped with an arched plastic clip. Finally, use a plastic rod to connect the symmetrical holes on both sides of the clip in series. There are three deep wrinkles on my forehead, mixed with tiny scattered passages, and my eyes are oblique like an "eight". Time is mercilessly written on this weather-beaten face.

I saw her holding a needle cone (a shoe-making tool) in her right hand and gently sliding it on the scalp once or twice (making the needle cone sharpen after friction and electrification), and then she stabbed a hole in the sole very neatly. In this way, the needle with hemp rope passes through this hole, and the needle sticks out a sharp and shiny head under the sole. Finally, when the exposed head is pulled, the needle passes through a one-meter-long hemp rope, and then the needle swings back and forth between the index finger and the middle finger with grandma's pulling the rope, and the fine hemp rope scraps are evenly scattered on her left trouser leg.

Seeing me coming, grandma put down her soles, like magic, opened a dark blue rectangular cloth bag and took out a book "Childhood" written by Gorky. I was ecstatic and immediately grabbed the book from her hand, hugged her neck and kissed her wrinkled face. ...

It turned out that grandma went to the market in the town this morning, sold the "cat's head shoes" on the kang cabinet, changed the money and went to the bookstore in the county to buy books. She was thirsty on the road, and she was reluctant to spend a dime on an ice lolly. When she saw the water deposited in the canal that irrigated farmland by the roadside, she sent her hands to her mouth to rinse her mouth to quench her thirst, then wiped her mouth with her cuffs and continued on her way. I didn't buy the book until nearly five o'clock in the afternoon.

With this book, I get a treasure, finish my homework every day and read it hungrily. Grandma always uses the soles of her shoes to block her hands and leans her head to me. "Gorky's childhood was really bitter, but his grandfather looked fierce in appearance, but he had a good heart. Gorky is ill, come to see him and teach him to learn culture ... "I praised my grandmother for telling stories, and she praised me for reading well.

I didn't understand until I grew up: at that time, my grandmother wanted me to learn knowledge in a subtle way, and she brought me into the door of knowledge step by step.

The reason why I love literature now is directly related to my grandmother letting me read extracurricular books very early. Extracurricular books have added fun to my monotonous study, enriched my extracurricular life, and laid a solid foundation for my current literary creation.

Fourth,

Grandma made "cat's head shoes" with dexterous hands and exchanged money in the town. She not only bought me extracurricular books, but also paid my tuition. I am very grateful to her from the bottom of my heart. In others' eyes, grandma's shoes may be ordinary, but in my eyes, grandma's shoes are just a lamp, illuminating the road ahead of me, guiding my direction and inspiring me to make great strides on the road of life; Grandma's shoes are a big ship, carrying me into the long river of life and the ocean of knowledge, allowing me to swim in the ocean of knowledge. ...

I was admitted to the county key high school with excellent results in the senior high school entrance examination. After entering school, I can't go home until every weekend. My grandmother still puts her shoes beside me as before. Remembering that all the students in my class wear sneakers, only I wear the cloth shoes made by my grandmother, I said to my grandmother, "The cloth shoes you made are too ugly, and now' Double Star' and' Big Bousta' sports shoes are popular." Grandma didn't seem to hear, still patting the soles of shoes one by one. After a while, she stopped what she was doing and said to me seriously, "No matter what shoes are fashionable, grandma will protect your feet." With her, your feet will never grow beriberi, because the shoes I made for you are grounded ... "

I can't beat her, so let her. Whenever I thread a needle, I say there is too much homework and I won't help her. Grandma thought of a way to leave a thread about one centimeter at the eye of the needle, then connect it with a new thread, and finally sip some saliva at the interface, twist it with my thumb and forefinger, and it will stick together, so that the thread will pass through. There are too many ways to admire grandma in my heart!

When the wooden bridge leading to the town turned into a flat and wide road, when the clear river turned into fertile land, green crops grew, and when grandma's hair turned white, I got my wish and entered the Ancient City Teachers College for further study. At that time, I was so nervous about my studies that I couldn't go home until the end of the semester.

I remember one weekend at noon, I was about to go to the canteen to eat, and my grandmother came to see me by bus with Lu. She wore a scarf around her neck, a dark blue double-breasted jacket, a white cloth bag in her hand, a pair of patched old black trousers on her ass and a pair of elastic cloth shoes on her feet.

Grandma handed me a white cloth bag and I couldn't wait to open it. There are my favorite vegetarian fillings, jiaozi and dried beef tendon (steamed sweet potatoes in Taihang Mountain area are cut into strips and dried). I asked my grandmother to eat jiaozi, but she untied a small cloth bag from her waist (this is the habit of people in Taihang Mountain area to bring dry food when traveling, so that they can tie food around their waist to keep warm). There was a yellow rectangular cornmeal cake in it, and she picked it up. This reminds me of when I was in primary school, I came home from school at noon and felt hungry. My grandmother mixed eggs with white flour and spread pancakes for me. But she buried a sweet potato for lunch from the kitchen fireplace. Grandma always thinks of us like this, but she can't bear to eat a bite of jiaozi and white dough bread ... I made up my mind to buy grandma a lot of delicious food to honor her when I work. Just as I was thinking about these things, my grandmother saw me wearing the sneakers my mother bought me and said, "sneakers look good." You can't get beriberi just because you look good. You should learn to take care of yourself without me. " Say that finish, she took out the pair of cloth shoes and a pair of shoe pads with bordeaux plaid from under the mat on the donkey cart, and told me that cloth shoes and sneakers should be worn in turn, and the cloth shoes made should be breathable, foot-nourishing and grounded. ...

I know that I loved playing with water when I was a child, and my feet were nourished by many fungi, so I got beriberi. Now I have left my grandmother. She didn't trust me and came to see me on purpose. Grandma! Shoes are your private property. In this private land, you are a diligent sower. Let me bathe in the warm sunshine in this hopeful field and grow up healthily and happily under the moisture of rain and dew!

Five,

Grandma's shoes contain a love story, which consists of symmetrical stitches, each of which is so smooth, as smooth as mature wheat ears in the field; Just like grandma's thoughtful words, they are both gentle and lovely; Symmetrical stitches are like words. Reading these words is like feeling grandma's caring heart. ...

Grandma's shoes are the bond between me and her. This kind of bond is connected by grandma, and nothing in the world can replace it. ...

Grandma is leaving, so I waved goodbye to her. When I saw her boarding the Xiao Lv bus, her ass turned up several times, then I sat on the left axle, and then I patted my ass with my right hand. The donkey cart crawled forward with its back bent and gradually disappeared into my sight. ...

Looking at the distant back, it reminds me of when I was nine years old, I pumped the gyro on the frozen river and pumped the spinning gyro into the ice hole. I was anxious to get up, but I fell into the ice hole before I got up. At that time, ice digested the solar terms of the sun. Grandma knew, panting and ran to me, watching me struggle in the ice hole. She shouted to me at the top of her voice, "Yinger, don't be afraid, grandma is coming to save you!" " "Say, you want to jump at all costs. Onlookers grabbed grandma and said, "You can't jump. Jumping can't save the child, but it will cost you your life. "Grandma looked at me in the ice cave and said firmly with tears in her eyes," Even if I give up my desperate efforts, I will save the children. "Say that finish, I really want to jump. At this time, I don't know who threw a big rope at me The onlookers immediately said to grandma, "You don't have to jump. We will pull the child up with a rope. "Grandma immediately grabbed the front end of the rope with both hands, and I just grabbed the last straw and held one end of the rope tightly. Although my grandmother and I are only one meter away, I feel far away from Qianshan. No matter how hard I try to get close to grandma, I feel like a stone, and I can't move. I only heard the ice ringing and a white crack was clearly visible. The person who saved me is also in danger of being dragged into the water. Grandma was sweating with anxiety. Her hand was cut by ice and her shoes were wet by the rising water. She doesn't know. There is only one thought in her heart, to save me from the ice hole anyway. Finally, my hand touched my grandmother's fingertips, five centimeters, four centimeters and three centimeters. My grandmother and I are getting closer and closer. Finally, my grandmother grabbed my hand. She turned and picked me up with all her strength. It is this back that brings me home. ...

Six,

Now, I stepped onto the three-foot platform, chose the most glorious career in the sun, and had enough time to accompany my grandmother, but my grandmother died quietly of a heart attack and said goodbye to me forever. It is my greatest regret in my life that I didn't repay my grandmother's kindness.

My kind grandmother! I haven't done my duty yet, please walk slowly! My lovely grandmother! I can't see you anymore. I have a lot to say to you. I miss you so much!

You promised to teach me how to sew. There are many things I can't do. I am really embarrassed. It is not enough to accompany you in this life. I will be your granddaughter in the next life, no longer playing truant, no longer making you angry, helping you thread the needle and waiting for you quietly, let me comb your hair and tickle you. Give me another chance to pay my respects to you, will you?