Original Zhou Liyan
The third step is to sew the upper, taking the square mouth as an example. Cut the upper, one ear on the left and one ear; Try on the upper, and again, take your instep and ankle to determine the final size; stitching the upper and sole; Try on shoes, walk back and forth a few steps, adjust the elastic band, and close the mouth.
Upper, commonly used for men, black. For women, there are many tricks. When girls jump rope, it is the highlight of the gathering of cloth shoes. The red large-flowered cotton jacket, the blue bottom fine floral quilt cover, and the upper tell the story of a family, warm, warm, and long-flowing. The upper made by my mother, in the village, may not be the most beautiful, but it is also outstanding. My mother knew how to tailor, and she was reluctant to throw away the leftover cloth from making clothes, so she stuffed a bag.
My mother asked me to choose a piece of cloth that I liked the most, or what she thought was the most beautiful. She prefers red, red, jujube red, and pink, saying that red is the best look. I remember a pair of red plaid shoes with silver silk trim embedded in the edges, shiny. However, I think it's cheesy.
The red-crowned red that my mother planted back then
I want my mother to have the elegance of everyone's beauty, at least, the beauty of a small jasper, and I want her to do this and that. Mother smiled and said, "Okay, okay." I was annoyed, and I couldn't help but poke out her next sentence, and humbly accepted it and resolutely refused to change. As I grew older, I suddenly realized how I was becoming more and more like my mother. Is my mother's genes too strong to summon me back to her? Or is my mother's book right, but I, after reading a few sentences, thought I had the truth in my hands and prescribed medicine to my mother?
Just like the soles of her mother's shoes, they are not as neat and delicate as her sister-in-law, and some are even like drunkard seedlings, with one foot on the left and one foot on the right, but there is a kind of happiness and freedom of savage growth in the vast world.
The shoes made by my mother can never be worn again in this life. If her old man is still alive, she will not be allowed to do it hard, and there are many on a treasure website, such as classic Chinese style, new Korean version, niche light luxury, etc., seamlessly connecting with the various needs of God.
While feeling sad, I chose the machine cloth shoes in front of me. Touch it, it's hard inside and out, not a little soft and strong. Give it a try, the toes are a little awkward. Who told me that my feet weren't good enough? I can't complain about the machine, and people have no heart or lungs. I can't complain about the designer, crawler technology has captured massive user data.
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I finally chose a pair, the black upper is printed with a Peking Opera mask, the so-called new national style retro. A big flower face, like Lei Gong, like Lord Bao? It's a bit of a separation, and the profound meaning of intangible cultural heritage is not something we can appreciate. 139 yuan, which is not expensive. Back then, the cloth shoes that women sewed with stitches and threads were too luxurious. Not to mention the private customized specifications, just a pair of soles covered with rice grains, how to measure the workload?
When you are free, take a few stitches. I was going to be busy, so I pricked the needle into the sole of my shoe and put it down again. A sole, the seam stops, the seam stops, the seam stops, and it has to lie down for a long time in the basket. In the basket, there are long and short needles, large and small threads, flat mouths and big scissors, year after year, everyone stays quietly and guards together.
Good things are made out of time. What is the right price for a pair of shoes?
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Get out of the mall and go home. Facing it, a gust of wind blew, a little fierce. It was getting late, and the cooler was darker than when it came. In front is a mother and daughter. The little girl held a roll of sticks in her hand, walked one step at a time, the incandescent street lamps shot down, and the small shadows were twisting and dancing, cool and cool.
Mom, mother, the little girl must be called mother, chattering non-stop, on the sparse street, the crisp children's voices are flying, high and low. Mom tugged at her little hand and said go quickly, go quickly, and eat again when you get home.
It was also a windy day, an unforgettable day for the whole family. I was six years old. My father usually works outside the home, and he comes home to rest for four days a month. It was cold, and my mother turned over our padded jackets. In the afternoon, my father went to his own plot and told me to follow me so that my mother could work in peace. As soon as the new cotton shoes were made, my mother asked me to put them on, and I followed my father out of the house. Walk slower, new shoes, my mother told me.
When we arrived at the entrance of the village, the north wind was blowing, and the old camphor trees on the slow slope were rattling, and the leaves were swept into the air and scurrying in all directions. The land is at the foot of the opposite mountain, and it is right in front of you, and it winds and turns, and there are two miles of land. My father hesitated and said you better go back and find your mother.
I ran back happily, Bu Tu Bu Du. When I arrived at the door, I shouted "Mommy" and "Mommy", and in the door, my mother responded. Unexpectedly, with a hook under his foot, he plopped and fell heavily to the ground. There was a brick in the corner of the door, and his forehead was right on the corner of the brick, and blood flowed. The mother panicked, the grandmother had small feet and big ideas, so she grabbed a handful of thick ash behind the door and held it down tightly. The bleeding stopped, and then the wound became inflamed and festered, leaving a small scar.
The picture comes from the Internet
This scar is unbiased, centered, and has a clear "stance". When the adults saw it, while talking and laughing, they said to their parents with infinite regret, tsk, this girl will be sold for less than 2,000 in the future. Only my cousin comforted me, and my sister-in-law worked in the General Hospital of Fuzhou Military Region, saying that when you are older, come to Fuzhou, we will ask a doctor to operate on you and make up for it. The days are considered to be hopeful.
From then on, I combed my hair, either to the left or to the right, and never parted. When I went to the barbershop, the first thing I did was to blow myself up and remind the master to help me cover it. When I finally grew up, I asked my cousin and said that the surgery would have to cut a small piece of meat from my thigh to make up for it. Cut and make up, eat twice and suffer two sins, and then give up.
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Mother regretted it for a long time. My mother complained to my father, saying that if I didn't come home that day, I wouldn't have fallen. That damn brick has been cursed by her countless times. Since then, there has been nothing to do in front of the house and behind the house. Every time I buy new shoes, my mother talks again, I must buy the right ones, saying that I thought that the children would grow up fast and make your cotton shoes bigger, and I hope to wear them for two or three years.
Life is like wandering. Walking and walking, the same thing or thing, with the distance, the idea will change. Now, when I touch this scar, I feel down-to-earth and kind. Lu Fangweng said that the smell of green lights was a child. This is a kiss left to me by my mother, branded on my forehead, eternal life, together.
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Links for you
Zhou Liyan: Cloth Shoes (1)