母亲的布,母亲的缝纫机,都是我最熟悉,最亲切的朋友,而母亲,在我心中,永远是那个在我眼中扬着红布,笑眯眯地欢呼着的伟大而平凡的母亲。每年天气燥热之时,母亲便骑着单车,去晓港买回许多不同颜色、不同质地的面料,准备着一年四季的衣服。母亲做的衣服,什么样的颜色,什么样的款式,什么样的搭配都有她自己的一套方法。母亲喜欢红色,做得最多的自然是红色的衣服。那种红,是火焰焰的红,红得像涂了唇膏的嘴唇,没做成衣服之前,母亲拿着她买回来的红布,来到我跟 The mother’s cloth and the mother’s sewing machine are all my most familiar and kind friends, and my mother, in my heart, is always the great and ordinary mother cheered in my eyes with a red cloth and smiling. Every year when the weather is hot and dry, my mother would ride a bicycle and go to Xiaogang to buy many fabrics of different colors and different textures, preparing clothes all year round. Mother’s clothes, what color, what style, what kind of match has her own set of methods. Mother likes red, the most naturally done is red clothes. The kind of red is the flame of red, red lipstick lipstick painted, did not make clothes before, her mother bought the red cloth she bought, came to me