Today, this pair of gloves, which I wear on my hand, are light sky blue with lavender edges. They are not sold in the market. My mother specially knitted them for me. Mother has put down her knitting needles for many years. Up to now, I can still find one or two sweaters knitted by my mother in my closet. When I was a child, my mother could sew and knit everything from hats to scarves, gloves, clothes and trousers, and always dressed me up properly and beautifully. But as I grew up, I began to yearn for the clothes in the shop window. When I am with my peers, I always unconsciously hide those "mom-made" objects that are not printed with famous brands. When my mother found that I didn't like what she knitted with her own hands as much as before, she quietly put away the knitting needles and bought all kinds of fancy and beautiful finished products for me.

this time, my mother picked up the knitting needles again, which was more or less unexpected. Originally, the pair of gloves I was wearing was a birthday present from my good friend. I have always liked it because of its cute shape and eye-catching color. I wore it too much, and both my thumbs were worn out. Because the old one is reluctant to throw away and there is no new one to replace it, I simply don't wear gloves. Every morning, when I touch the cold handrail on the bus, I always think that I must buy a new pair of gloves on weekends. On weekends, I either work overtime or sit in a heated room watching CDs. When I went out this morning, my mother gave me those blue gloves. I was a little surprised, but more moved. Wearing it on my hand is very proud, unlike when I was a child, I foolishly hid a piece of my mother's heart in my bag. Unexpectedly, my cold hands felt very warm when I was wearing them, which was many times warmer than the previous gloves. The "warm" brand is such a veritable thing.