What is youth? It is a beautiful poem, a pleasant song, and a beautiful scenery.
We cannot live in youth without regrets, but we must live in youth with peace of mind.
Youth is both short-lived, the most perfect, and even more precious. It is like a book that cannot be closed once it is opened. I always hope to encounter impeccable throbbing in the most beautiful years.
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One weekend night, my best friend Ting called me and asked me to go out for dinner.
dressed up beautifully, I arrived as promised.
After the two people sat down, they chatted and laughed happily, talking about their lives, work, anecdotes, and joys, and even the past memories of their youth:
"Do you still remember that lavender sweater?" Ting folded the soft sweater with her hands. hair, looking at me with a smile.
"Are you talking about the sweater my mother knitted when we just graduated from high school?" I asked after taking a sip of juice.
"Yes." Ting still smiled, her bright eyes becoming clearer.
"I keep it in the closet, at the bottom of the box, haha," I said with a laugh.
"By the way, do you still have that round-necked pullover sweater of yours?" I asked Ting
"Yes, it is there. I haven't been willing to throw it away. Even though it has been out of date for so many years, I still take it out and look at it from time to time. It is yours." It’s my debut.” Ting also laughed.
The season of nineteen years old is always beautiful and colorful, and the sky is full of dreamy stars. The earth is covered with the fragrance of flowers. All people and things are so bright and clear.
That year, Ting and I were assigned to the same company. We would ride bicycles along the long road every day, humming cheerful songs, going to and from work together, and breathing in the smell of youth together.
At that time, we were very fond of beauty. On every day off, we would go to the mall hand in hand, or go to the clothing market to admire various styles of skirts.
If you can buy a piece of clothing that you like, you will be happy for a long time, and you will be as happy as winning a grand prize.
If you put on a beautiful dress and walk around on the road, the joy you feel will be ten times sweeter than eating honey.
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That year, my mother worked as an accountant in a shoe factory, and her work was relatively relaxed. After get off work, after doing housework, she always liked to knit sweaters. She seemed to be able to knit sweaters, which was a unique symbol of women of her generation.
Mother has a pair of skillful hands. She keeps flying two bamboo needles up and down, like two butterflies dancing. In a few days, a beautiful fabric will be formed, including pullovers, skirts, jackets... in many colors. If you can think it, mother can do it.
When I graduated from high school, my mother knitted me a lavender sweater jacket and embroidered it with beautiful peony patterns. When I wore it in the factory, my colleagues were all impressed and I felt very proud.
That youth was filled with gorgeous colors because of its beautiful sweaters.
In terms of female celebrities, I really don’t follow my mother. She has very skillful hands, but I can’t even hold a needle. My father said that I am spoiled. My mother said with a smile: "You want to learn quickly? With my daughter's intelligence, she can learn it immediately."
With my mother's praise and encouragement, I really learned it with my heart. But the weaving is loose and not beautiful at all.
My mother said that learning to knit requires patience and meditation. Frizzy hair will never knit satisfactorily.
There are rules for holding the needle, threading the needle, raising the needle, lowering the needle, twisting the needle, etc.
Following my mother’s teachings, I gave up the idea of “doing it all in one go” and started by knitting a long scarf, carefully “outlining” each stitch.
How many stitches to start, when to tighten the stitches under the armpits, how to sew the front and back pieces, etc. Every step is deeply remembered in my mind. Slowly, there were no more missing stitches or loose stitches.
03
The first sweater I knitted was a round-neck pullover style, which I gave to Ting. The color is orange which she likes. After she put it on at that time, she immediately found a little black skirt to match it. It complemented each other perfectly. When she walked on the street, she had a high rate of turning heads.
Ting said that she will keep this sweater as a memory, and it is also a witness to the everlasting friendship between us.
My mother is right, the process of knitting is a process of tempering one's mind. Only when your mind is calm can you think quickly, have clear threads, and weave with ease and ease.
Later, I knitted many sweaters one after another, and my techniques became more and more skillful, and the styles became more and more beautiful.
Every time I finished knitting a finished product, I would go to the mirror to try it out, making faces mischievously to see if it was beautiful, creative, and trendy. When my mother sees me like that, she laughs from ear to ear every time, and Ting also laughs from ear to ear.
ran up to his mother in a sweater and started spinning around. Her mother smiled and nodded repeatedly, looking back and forth, comparing herself with her, full of admiration. Seeing my mother happy makes me filled with joy.
Under my influence, Ting also learned to knit sweaters. On every rest day, she and I would wear beautiful sweater skirts and walk hand in hand on the street, like two butterflies in the picture...
Youth The colors are always bright and beautiful, and the youthful years are treasured like fine wine. Just like tonight, when I talk to Ting about those stories that have faded over the years, a trace of warmth always lingers in my heart.
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