A Pair Of Warm Cotton Shoes For My Boss.

On November 24th, I joined a Sino foreign joint venture just after I joined my job. company Be a clerk. One weekend, the company's expatriates Boss Several of our staff are invited to visit his apartment. It was in a luxurious apartment where colleagues ran to the supermarket in fear and fear and bought a lot of expensive gifts. Only I was empty handed and overwhelmed. It will take me two months to work. I have almost no savings.

Just as I was anxious to go round and round, my mother gave me a pair of cotton shoes. I had a brainwave, I didn't have the money to buy a gift, so I brought a pair. Cotton shoes Go ahead. With a pair of cotton shoes, I found a gift shop and wrapped it up for two yuan. In an uneasy mood, I stepped into the door of the boss's home. I was restless when looking at the gift bags of my colleagues.

After the afternoon tea, everyone was lying on the grass in the garden of the old man's home. Mrs. Lena, the boss's wife, is a Singaporean, a friendly and happy old man. She came to me with a smile and spoke to me in less fluent Chinese. Thank you for giving me such a warm gift. My face was red, and I looked down with embarrassment. The boss came over and said with a smile, my wife's feet had rash, and she didn't wear high heels at all. Leather shoes are too uncomfortable to wear. The shoes you send are just to her mind. Linna went on to say, "our children are old, and have lived abroad for many years, so that you can come and play, that is, when you are your own children, don't bring gifts, cloth shoes." Everyone made her laugh.

In the winter of second, a snowy weekend, I saw the cotton cloth shoes in aunt Lina's apartment, and they were newly placed on the shoe rack, like a handicraft. Aunt Lina said, it takes a lot of effort to make a pair of cotton shoes like this. It's a deep feeling between my mother and me. She has to wait until the coldest winter.

Aunt Lina shocked me deeply. I used to dislike the cloth shoes made by my mother. The snowy afternoon, in the luxurious apartment of the foreign friend, the cotton shoes made by my mother were warm, shining like a rare treasure in my memory.

Many years passed, and I went back to my hometown. I often wore cotton shoes made by my mother. My mother's hard work and love made me never feel cold in the winter of ice and snow. Shoes on my feet, warm in my heart. Aunt Lina did not know whether she was still in China. The coldest winter in her country had not come yet, because I dreamed that the cotton shoes I had sent her were still on the shoe rack of her living room.