Childhood Impression (4): Grandma’s spinning wheel

When I returned to my hometown during the Spring Festival, I saw my grandma’s spinning wheel in a side room filled with sundries.

It is like an old man abandoned by the times, sitting alone in the corner of the house. It seemed so shabby, lonely, and lonely.

Seeing things and thinking about people, I think back to that time when my grandma was sitting on the earth kang,

shaking the spinning wheel with one hand and pulling cotton with the other.

The spinning wheel buzzed, as if singing an ancient song.

Grandma has a kind face, elegant movements, and twists gently and slowly.

Blossoming white clouds of cotton are spun into yarn and woven into threads.

Now, grandma has already gone to the distant kingdom of heaven.

One day, I saw my grandma sitting in the sky,

rocking the spinning wheel, with a kind face, elegant movements, twisting lightly and slowly,

spinning There are cotton-like white clouds.