My childhood was very poor. What I remember most in my childhood is the pair of cloth shoes made by my mother and sister, which is the mark that accompanied me to grow up.

I remember that my mother was taking 18-year-old sister to paste the old cloth layer by layer, paste it into pairs of soles, and bake it slowly in the sun or on a warm fire.

Then there is a kind of hemp, which is planted by ourselves. After various procedures, it is twisted into ropes on special' skins'. These ropes are boiled with lime, then washed and dried. Finally, these ropes can be used to make thousands of soles at night or when it is difficult to walk up the mountain.

Finally, the rest of the cloth for trousers or clothes is sewn into the upper, and then sewn on the sole one by one to make a pair of cloth shoes.

There were seven people in my family at that time. My mother and my sister made shoes for us. I don't know how many pinholes my sister's hand was pierced and how many tears she shed. Because my mother and sister's hands have to make enough cloth shoes for everyone, the rope has worn out deep blood stains and calluses.

The soles of seven people need a lot of old cloth. At that time, our family was particularly poor. Clothes and trousers are worn from the oldest child, and then handed down one by one, all the way to the youngest me. A few materials of clothes are still used to make shoes. In fact, there were many poor people at that time, and few households had old clothes that could be discarded. Rich people have done it, and they will not be willing to give it up. My mother helps rich people to change old cloth, and then trades her salary for old clothes they don't want.

At that time, there were no shoes in the shop, and even if there were, most people couldn't afford them. Mom and sister will be happy for several days when they look at these hard-won fabrics and hard-earned shoes.

When parents, brothers and sisters wear cloth shoes to go up the mountain to work, when it rains, the soil is full of uppers. When they get home at night, they will quickly change it and wash it. After cooking, put the washed shoes on the fire shovel, and then put them in the oven mouth to dry, because there is still a mouth below the oven mouth to put some leftover fire. In this way, the next morning, shoes dried with leftover fire can be worn up the hill.

I was seven years old and just started school. Grandma Feet is over 60 years old. Mom and dad took care of her and stopped her from going up the mountain.

She can't accept that her hardworking grandmother doesn't go up the mountain. Seeing that they work every day, grandma always feels that she can't go up the mountain and can help them share more light work at home. What can she do at home? Mom and dad let us do our best and do our own laundry.

Grandma thinks it's ok to help everyone cook, especially in the morning, because the production team has to arrange it early.

Grandma wants everyone to sleep more, so she gets up before dawn to cook. Sitting by the fire, she has forgotten what her mother and sister told her yesterday. There are four pairs of shoes baking inside.

It's full of shoes, and the firewood is not good, so grandma is even more anxious if she can't see it. She went to get some flammable firewood again, but it didn't work once or twice, and it was finally lit. When she found the cloth shoes inside, she took them out beyond recognition, leaving only half a foot.

When everyone got up and put on their shoes, they saw grandma sitting by the fire and crying all over her face. Mother and sister cried when they saw the burnt shoes. That sad look is really worrying. They went up the hill without even having breakfast. They burned several pairs of shoes at once, and how much effort did my sister and mother put into it. It really made them sad for a long time.

Grandma also regrets those cloth shoes. She's sad, too. When she saw her mother and sister sad, she hid in the room and cried bitterly. While punching his chest, he scolded himself for being so brainless and unable to remember.

I have been sleeping with my grandmother and have deep feelings for her. When I saw her like this, I hugged my grandmother and said, "Don't cry, don't hit yourself, you won't cry if you burn it. Forget it. Just don't burn it next time." Grandma turned to me and said, "What do you know? Forget it. You can't make shoes. Do you think a pair of shoes is so easy to make? " Then he burst into tears again.

Mom and sister are very sad, but they can't bear to blame grandma. Let grandma stop being busy in the future and let them get up and make breakfast by themselves.

Grandma refused to get up to make breakfast. After a few days, grandma couldn't help it. When she was old, she couldn't sleep in the morning. She still gets up early to make breakfast. At first, I remembered that if there was a fire shovel in the stove, there must be cloth shoes. But a few days later, I forgot that she burned four new pairs of shoes. Mom and sister cried again.

Grandma hid in the room again and burst into tears. She cried and said, "I am really old. I can't help the family, but I have to help them. I didn't mean to hurt them. " Hey, it's really not easy to make a pair of cloth shoes! "Grandma will never cook breakfast again.

Now our generation has stopped making cloth shoes. Shoes can be bought everywhere, with various brands, uses and colors. However, I have also visited several cloth shoes stores. Whenever I see cloth shoes, I immediately think of the tears of my grandmother, mother and sister, and my childhood, which I will never forget.