记得上小学时,妈妈教我用两根细细的棒针,和一些零碎的毛线,为自己织出一付半截的手套,天冷时写字可以带上,手套虽然织得七弯八斜,针法也不整齐,可因为是自己的第一件劳动成果,非常喜欢,常常炫耀,至今还静静地躺在樟木箱的箱底里。成了一件纪念品,编织就是这样随着一代一代女人而延续下来。当我重又拿起棒针时,已经是一个在大学受过美术熏陶、 I remember in primary school, my mother taught me to use two thin sticks, and some piecemeal wool, weaving out a pair of half gloves, cold when writing can bring, gloves, although weaving seven bends and eight oblique, needle Law is not neat, but because it is their first result of the work, very much like, often show off, still lying quietly in the box bottom box. Become a souvenir, weaving is the way with a generation of women and continued. When I picked up the stick again, it was already a fine art influenced by college.