It's very cold.

I seldom get a chance to meet my grandmother. Every autumn, I receive a sweater knitted by my grandmother. I have thirteen pieces every year, including this year's. Open the most conspicuous box in the cloakroom, and you will see all kinds of sweaters, which have been gently touched and densely covered with wool. Wool is very thick, layer by layer, like a thick wall, which keeps out the cold and makes the city full of spring. Soft and warm wool evokes my memories of sleeping and yellowing.

It suddenly got cold in autumn a few years ago. My mother took me to visit my grandmother. When the train shook, I dreamed of my grandmother: she understood Wu Nong's soft language; The clothes are particularly clean, without any wrinkles; She may even sing some Shaoxing opera. ...

When I got off the train, time seemed to pass very quickly. "Hurry up, just hurry up." I shouted. Grandma's red iron gate is faintly visible in the distance.

Pushing open the door, grandma's yard is small, but full of flowers. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom. There is a jar of water and fish swimming happily in the yard. The door opened and an old figure slowly walked out of "grandma?" . Grandma was surprised at first, too, so she quickly put down the ladle and hugged me. Grandma has great strength. Grandma's hair is white, so white that there is a story; Years have carved ravines on her forehead and face; Her eyes are small, but they are very tasty, and she can't tell her age and strength.

At night, a few cold winds slipped in through the cracks in the window, and I turned to pull the quilt. A light stung my eyes and I had to open them. Not far away, a thin figure was surrounded by orange. I took a closer look, and it was grandma. Grandma is knitting a sweater, and her hands are flying up and down like two beautiful butterflies. All kinds of wool seem to have life in her hands, gathering and arranging, and a sweater has basically taken shape. "When ... when ..." The old pendulum clock struck twice, and grandma rubbed her temples. "Grandma, go to sleep and stop knitting." Then I picked up a coat and put it on my grandmother. Grandma was surprised at first, and then said, "Grandma is not tired, but she is full of energy. It's getting cold, isn't it? Your mother didn't bring you more clothes. The sweaters sold outside are not as warm as those knitted by grandma. It's you. Why are you up? Did grandma bother you? " "No, it doesn't bother me." "Silly child, go to sleep quickly, don't catch cold." Grandma tucked me in and went to finish her task. I lay on my side, touched, concerned and a caring happiness intertwined into a net, covering my heart.

The next morning, grandma handed me a sweater, which was a hard night for her. Her bloodshot eyes are full of kindness and happiness. The clouds above me are floating so quietly ... Dewdrops on the old Toona sinensis tree in the yard are dripping on the seedlings I just planted yesterday.

Essentially, this is grandma's sweater. Although grandma can't stay with me all the time, her sweater has accompanied me through Qian Shan. Grandma's full love for me is intertwined.

Clothes warm my body and you warm my heart. Grandma, thank you!