It’s a holiday, and the days of racing against time instantly relax. Reading, surfing the Internet, what a wonderful feeling!
Actually, after a holiday, leisure time is not really that leisurely. I always wonder that the women around me have so much time to visit and sit around, just make a few phone calls and play a few rounds at a table. I am always busy, so busy that I don’t even have time to sit at my neighbor’s house.
My husband always likes to tease me when I don’t have time to surf the Internet. I’m really wronged. I have been on vacation for so many days and I rarely turn on the computer during the day. In the first few days, I took apart and washed all the bedding at home, put on quilt covers one by one, sewed them, and stored them after exposure to the sun. The children are about to go on summer vacation, so their bedrooms have to be cleaned and rearranged. I always like to give my children a new feeling when they come back. My husband and son like to say that I am full of food, but they don’t appreciate it. It is indeed a warm smile when my daughter comes home: My house has changed again! Mom is busy alone, right?
The sun is shining brightly today. I took out the mattresses on the children’s beds and patted away the accumulated dust. I changed all the sheets, bedspreads and pillowcases, and washed some of them. Even if no one lives in the room, the sheets must be changed and washed every ten and a half months. . I have loved washing clothes since I was a child. My family often said that my clothes must be washed before they are worn out. I have never tired of being scolded by others for many years.
I loved knitting when I was young. When I was a child, my grandfather raised many sheep. He would rinse the wool he cut every year and spin it into wool. I knitted sweaters for the whole family when I was eleven or twelve years old. Later, when I had my own children, I even racked my brains to knit sweaters, woolen pants, vests and skirts for them. My sweater knitting skills were highly praised by my parents-in-law. As the children grew up, they gradually no longer liked the clothes their mother hand-knitted. They said they were light and comfortable without buying them. They were quite disappointed for a time. It was a pity that my hero had no use for them.
Later, I saw two books on crocheting at a friend's house. I opened them at random and saw the various kinds of cloths in various shapes. I secretly admired how magical a small crochet hook was. I cheered up and bought colorful fiber threads and various types of crochet hooks, and my home began to change with each passing day. Sofas, TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, water dispensers, even round tables and stools in the kitchen, and toilet seats in the bathroom are all covered with crocheted fabrics of various colors.
It took me half a year to make the white bed cover with green flowers on my daughter’s little bed, and it got me so many sighs of admiration! The hot summer is approaching, so I moved the small wooden bed placed under the window to the corner to keep my daughter cool. Speaking of my daughter's small wooden bed, she probably bought it when she was thirteen or fourteen years old. At that time, housing at home was still quite tight. My husband and I lived in the big bed in the outer room, and in the inner room, our two children grew up. It was really not suitable to sleep on another bed. There was no spare room, so I had to buy a new bed and hang a curtain to divide the back room into two. The still ignorant son slept outside, and the daughter who had entered puberty finally managed to have a baby. A little world of one's own. Later, a new house was built at home, with four bedrooms downstairs alone. The children could finally decorate the rooms according to their own preferences. Our son's bedroom and ours were replaced with newly bought Simmons , but the nostalgic daughter couldn't bear to throw it away. She took off the crib she had slept on for several years and kept it with great care. Her daughter's boudoir also became the mother and daughter's study room. The increasing number of new books on the bookshelf made the mother and daughter look through them whenever they had time and carefully brush them away. A tiny speck of dust.
The triviality of firewood, rice, oil and salt has sharpened a gentle and soft heart, which is becoming rougher and rougher day by day. The feathers and clothes are born with dust, but the faint fragrance can remain the same? I work hard to immerse my body and mind in the fragrance of books to clear away the filth day after day. Although I can browse so many beautiful articles on the Internet, I still like to lie down and read lazily over the years. The fragrance of ink and the I have an indescribable feeling. If I don't read a few pages before going to bed every night, it always feels like I'm missing something.What I like most is to retract myself deep into the sofa with a cup of strong tea and a book of poetry in the room full of fragrance.
Yes...
I walked around all the houses in my house, and every corner was spotless. This may be the reason for my busyness. More often, I am willing to stay in the kitchen and cook gently. It’s not like my husband said, I can spend all my time when I’m not surfing the Internet. A wife and a mother really cannot spend all their time online. Only at night do I enter a world that is completely my own, and after I have fulfilled my responsibilities and obligations as a wife and mother, I quietly live for myself. I really appreciate the sentence I read in an article: "You can't be an orange, squeeze out the juice and then throw it away. You should be a fruit tree, blooming in spring and autumn, and flourishing every year."
