Old objects of the needle and thread basket junior composition

In the usual study, work or life, we all often see the figure of the composition, right, through the composition can be those scattered thoughts of ours, gathered together in one piece. So the question comes, how in the end should write an excellent essay? The following is my collection of old objects of the needle and thread basket junior composition, welcome to learn and reference, I hope to help you.

Turning over that dusty cardboard box, there are clothes and toys from my childhood. Touching with my hands, my eyes look closely, there are almost always a few stitches ......

In the past, in my eyes, my grandmother's needle and thread basket was always omnipotent. There are different thicknesses and colors of knitting threads in it. The needle and thread basket was placed out of my reach, and I always stood under the cupboard, looking at it, wanting to tie the thread on my hand, and then show it off to the other little friends. However, I overlooked its most amazing role.

My young cousin went to my grandmother's house to play, and he was holding my favorite toy - a stuffed bear. I was quite happy to play, but unexpectedly, he tore the clothes of the stuffed bear. I hugged it, not knowing what to do, and ended up on the sofa secretly wiping tears. Attentive grandmother found, then comforted me do not be sad, went into the room and took out the needle and thread basket. I stopped crying at once, handed the bear to Grandma and sat on a small wooden chair to watch.

Grandma put on her old glasses with yellowed lenses, took out a blue thread from inside, and skillfully threaded it into the mouth of the needle. The hands full of calluses and spots, in the bear's clothes to come back and forth, a needle and a line, does not look clumsy. At that moment, the sun shone through the window, shining on the needle and thread, on the bear, and on her white hair. I couldn't stop staring at the magic 'needle and thread, and my heart was not only happy, but also admired my grandmother.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I broke my uniform because I was naughty. After returning home, I remembered the "function" of the needle and thread basket, and immediately took it to my grandmother. Grandma was still sitting outside the door, sewing stitch by stitch. She was still sitting outside the door, sewing one stitch at a time, but her movements had become clumsy, and she was still squinting, even though she had new presbyopia glasses. Of course, at that time, I was still ignorant, and joyfully took away the school uniform again.

Now the needle and thread basket, still on the cabinet. It is lying there quietly, silent, looking forward to someone to take it sewing clothes. Now I, too, no longer do silly things, just quietly wipe off the dust on it.

Needle and thread basket, no longer needed by my grandmother and I, it seems to have been abandoned, but the old times carried inside, how can I not forget ......