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自我记事起,母亲除了农忙时节,总会随身带着那个针线簸箩。她不喜欢串门坐街头,总是安静地坐在炕上,给全家人缝缝补补。不管白天黑夜,几乎一有空闲,就守着那个小簸箩,好像有永远干不完的活。记得小学三年级的时候,我看见有人挎着黄帆布书包,上面绣着毛主席头像和“为人民服务”5个红字,回家就嚷着母亲也给我买个这样的书包。当时这样的书包卖三块八,一只老母鸡要连续下两个月的蛋,才能换来这钱。母亲
Since the memo, the mother in addition to agricultural busy season, always carry that needlework bumpy. She does not like to sit in the street, always quietly sitting on the kang, sewing the whole family to make up. Regardless of day and night, almost free, guarding the little bumpkin, seems to have never been able to finish the living. I remember when I was in third grade, I saw someone leaving a yellow canvas bag and embroidered with Chairman Mao’s portrait and “serving the people.” He went home and cried my mother bought me such a bag. At that time such a bag to sell three eight, an old hen to two consecutive months of eggs, in exchange for this money. mother