My old article 1 is all black, with a big head and a small head, and a round wheel on the left hand side, which shines and vaguely reflects the light in the daytime. The sharp pin in the lower right corner is like a ballerina's stretched toes. Grandpa said, as long as you step on the pedal, the thin-footed needle at the tip of the apex will be printed on the pushed cloth, one high and one low, jumping with beautiful needle and thread. It is an old object of my family-Fuzhou Minjiang sewing machine.
Our sewing machine has arrived 1983. Although it is small, everyone has worked hard for it. Grandparents were given three plane tickets for sewing in the arsenal, but the price was not cheap-138 yuan, which was equivalent to grandpa's salary for more than three months at that time, and now it is 10000 yuan. Grandpa gritted his teeth and applied for a sewing ticket.
China's family went through a hard time at that time. Many clothes at home were new for three years, old for three years and patched for another three years. Grandpa used to make clothes, pants, quilt covers and so on. It is very useful. This sewing machine has been dedicated to our family for more than 30 years, and it is already an old hero and an antique.
Now that living standards have improved, patched old clothes no longer exist. Everyone makes new clothes and buys new clothes. Grandpa seldom uses sewing machines. But we have deep feelings for it, and it is now quietly placed in our utility room. It has devoted its life silently, and watched quietly with us, watching the ever-changing changes of our motherland.
The long river of years is rolling forward. Our dear motherland has gone through 70 years, but it still shows youthful and energetic changes. China got rid of the hard years in the past by its own efforts and gradually embarked on the road of development as a powerful country. The former sewing machine has become the current automatic flower matching electronic sewing machine; The former bicycle has become the convenience of bicycle sharing now; In the past, the radio has also become a Bluetooth speaker and intelligent voice recognition. Trains that used to travel long distances have also become high-speed trains and planes. Even we have been made in China and China. Our high-speed rail and aircraft orders have begun to go abroad and go to the world. The prosperity of China is earth-shaking and unparalleled. ...
The old things at home, its past life was silent service and dedication, and its present life witnessed brilliant development, which is also the brilliant achievement of our great motherland.
On a sunny morning, I went into the study to choose a book to read. I happened to see a blue paper box in the corner of the bookshelf. I opened it and found it was a set of comic books about the romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Romance of the Three Kingdoms is one of the four classical novels in China. There are several versions of this book at home, but I have never seen this picture book. With curiosity, I opened a book and read it. The picture book is very light in my hand, as big as a slap. The content in it is completely different from the picture books I usually read. It has no color picture, and every page in it is black and white, but the characters in the book are vividly painted in terms of facial features and movements.
Thin dust is flying in the sun, and a lot of question marks appear in my mind. Whose book is this set? Why haven't I seen it before? At this time, my mother came over and seemed to see through my little thoughts and told me the origin of this picture book.
It turns out that when my mother was young, there was only one Xinhua bookstore in Yinchuan. Although people's income was not high at that time, my grandfather often took my mother to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books. The bookstore staff tied the picture books one by one with plastic ropes. Every time I come out of the bookstore, my mother will happily carry a bunch of home, and all kinds of picture books have become my mother's childhood memories. Later, my mother went to college, worked in other places, moved several times, and there were fewer and fewer picture books at home, leaving only this set of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Now there are more and more bookstores in Yinchuan, and some communities also have free libraries. It is more and more convenient for people to read, and there are more and more books at home. It turns out that this set of picture books is a veritable "heirloom". I read it carefully, and time seems to have stopped. ...
I can buy all kinds of clothes as long as I have money now, which can be called clothes reaching out. With the development of the times, there is a kind of "worker" gradually disappearing in everyone's eyes, and that is sewing machine. And my family still has such an "antique".
That sewing machine is my grandmother's dowry to my mother. Whenever I see it, my mother will think of her childhood. Since my mother was a child, my grandmother has taught her to do many things, including washing clothes and cooking. Every time my mother says she doesn't want to learn, my grandmother will say to her, "This is for your own good. You should be independent as soon as possible."
Later, grandma said that she would teach her mother to make clothes. Before grandma took her mother to the sewing machine, grandma first talked about the operation mode next to the sewing machine. Mother sat on a small stool, her feet kept stepping on the pedal, and the pedal made a crisp sound. Grandma heard this crunchy sound and quickly stopped her mother: "If you do this again, the lines inside will be all messed up." . "Mom stopped, grandma explained the operation mode again carefully. Seeing how hard grandma taught, mother began to listen carefully.
Then, mother began to operate. She put the cloth under the needle and began to make clothes. Mother stepped on the pedal and a symphony of sewing machines sounded. The lower part of the cloth was crooked, and my mother put it straight. Unexpectedly, the needle running on it was inserted into my mother's finger and stuck in the meat. Mom suddenly panicked, but fortunately there was grandma next to her. Grandma pulled out the needle and picked out the thread with tweezers, and the blood suddenly flowed out from her fingers. Grandma said lovingly, "Why are you so careless? I knew I wouldn't let you learn. " Although mother's hand was broken, grandma's words warmed her heart for a long time. From then on, my mother began to seriously study all the life knowledge and skills taught by my grandmother.
Now this sewing machine has rusted, but my mother has never discarded it, because this sewing machine contains grandma's love for her mother!
My family has an antique, which was handed down from the Ming Dynasty according to my grandfather, and was almost taken away by others in the Qing Dynasty. That is a jade plate.
Most of them are made of jade and inlaid with gold and silver jewelry, which looks particularly gorgeous. There is a ruby in the center of the jade plate, surrounded by gems of various colors. The bottom of the dish is engraved with five lines of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. In these five lines, a golden ball touches the bottom of the jade plate. There is a big circle of pearls around the center of the plate at the edge of the plate, and there is also a circle of silver balls in the big circle formed by pearls. The silver balls are very small, about 5 mm in diameter, enough for hundreds of such small silver balls in the jade plate. Grandpa said this jade plate is priceless.
Once, the family was in urgent need of money, and my father wanted to sell this jade plate. I begged my dad to say, "Don't sell it. This jade plate is a priceless treasure handed down from our ancestors. If it is sold, there are two mistakes! " First, you will lose money, and second, you will be embarrassed by your ancestors! "
Dad listened, nodded and said, "I'm not selling." My son is really sensible. "
I also like that jade plate very much. Once, my father rummaged through something in the cupboard, and the jade plate fell from the cupboard. I hurried to pick it up, but fortunately I caught it, and my heart hanging in the air was finally put down. Another time, when I was admiring the jade plate, it suddenly slipped off the cabinet. My face turned white with surprise, and I forgot to pick up the cloud plate, but the jade plate just landed on my foot and didn't break.
I like the priceless jade plate, which is the treasure of our family.
Behind grandma's door, there is a strange thing, a heavy black weight, a brown bamboo pole with strange characters on it, a bit like Egyptian characters. There is a huge black iron hook at the top of the bamboo pole and two different ropes on the right side of the hook. How strange!
I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, what is this? Is it a fishing rod? " Grandma smiled and said, "This is not a fishing rod, but a steelyard. It consists of a weighing hammer, a weighing hook, a hanging rope, a weighing beam and a weighing flower embedded in it that is not easy to fall off. " I asked again, "So, what's the use of this scale?" Grandma said, "The purpose of this steelyard is to accurately measure the weight of objects. If used, people will reduce many contradictions, and use it to weigh the goods for sale, so that buyers and sellers can feel at ease. If there is no scale, then people can only predict the business. In this way, the buyer is afraid of spending more money, and the seller is afraid of receiving less money. Who dares to go out to buy and sell? "
I also think the flowers on the beam are very useful, although they are inconspicuous. Maybe just a little, but for me, it is a symbol of honesty. Careful and calm people attach importance to honesty, from re-checking the weight to complete trust, which makes people trust each other.
Balance is the crystallization of human wisdom. Most importantly, scale also spreads a virtue, that is, honesty.
There is an old bicycle in the storage room of my hometown, which was handed down to my father by my grandfather. It has been more than 30 years, and it is an out-and-out "old material".
This bicycle is in a strange shape, supported by a triangular iron bar with something like an engine at the end. The wheels are black and the bells are strange. There is a gap between two small squares. This worn-out bicycle has a vicissitudes of life. Look carefully, the tire surface is covered with cracks of different shades, like a wrinkled face. Even so, dad and grandpa still didn't throw away the old bike. Maybe they think this car has their good memories!
Speaking of old bicycles, grandpa still has a connection with them! At that time, the traffic was extremely inconvenient, and everything had to rely on two feet, so grandpa bought a bicycle with half a year's salary, and naturally this bicycle became the "pet" of the whole family! Once, grandpa went shopping by bike. When he accidentally passed the manhole cover, the wheel scraped the edge of the hub. With a bang, he fell off his bike and broke his skin. Even the triangular rod of the bicycle is out of shape. Grandpa was very distressed, regardless of his own pain, took the bike to the garage. Spent a lot of money to repair and polish the car. Listening to grandpa tell this story, I was fascinated! It turns out that bicycles have had such an experience!
Now that my father left this bicycle to me, I feel that I have always had a revolutionary friendship, just like a comrade-in-arms in the army. I will cherish it!
Every time I ride a bike in the basement, I will hear the sound of "tick". Once I couldn't help being curious and trying to find out the source of the sound. Following the direction of the sound, I found this mysterious object making a strange sound on the side of the box on the shelf. This is the secret of my basement, and it is also my old thing.
I took a stool to hold the shelf, stood up slowly and held it down gently. I blew the dust off it with my mouth. Careful observation shows that there is a glass door in front of it, and the edge of the door is surrounded by iron ornaments with a red word "Xi" on it. When I opened the glass door, the first thing I saw was a white disc with 1 to 12 engraved around it. Yes, this is a bell. Guess what the round holes on both sides of the disc are for? This is used to wind the clock. Only when the wind is well wound will the pendulum move, and it will turn in different hours and minutes. Have you guessed?
I took the clock upstairs and asked my mother, "Mom, Mom, where did this thing come from?" Mom said, "I'm not sure about this either. Ask grandma. " Then grandma came out of the kitchen and smiled and said to me, "Well, I bought this when I married your grandfather." Grandma also told me the story between her and grandpa. When they were young, they always worked in a farmland, such as transplanting rice seedlings, herding sheep and mowing grass. Day after day, year after year, they grew up together, slowly developed feelings and then formed a happy family. Before getting married, grandpa used his savings to buy wedding supplies by bike, and took a fancy to this clock with the word "Xi" at a glance, which cost grandpa half a year's salary at that time.
In this way, this bell has been with my grandparents. Knowing the origin of this clock, I cleaned it and put it back. My sister and I will always be with my relatives as long as we have time.
My family's old story composition article 8 Hello everyone! I am a sewing machine, and my story should start from my young master's grandmother's generation.
I was born in Shanghai in the last century, where my uncle and aunt gave me a nice name-"Butterfly" sewing machine. 198 1 One morning, my hostess walked into a department store. She groped around, picked up things, and finally her eyes fell on me. She bought me for 120 yuan and is going to take me home. 120 yuan, but it was already sky-high! Several big men put me on the train, and I followed the woman to Jiaxing.
Shortly after I got home, Xiaosan got married and I dressed up as a dowry. The guests came to me, touched me for a while and praised me and my hostess for their beauty. I am very happy.
My hostess often goes to a cloth shop called Zhengchunhe to buy cloth. After buying the cloth, she came back to sit in front of me and turned a piece of cloth into the dress she wanted. I often see the hostess cut the cloth into pieces with her skilled hands, then step on me and sew the cloth together, and a beautiful shirt or skirt will come out soon. At that time, I was very busy and often spent a good night in the rumble. After a year or so, the hostess's son was born. The hostess has also become busier, either going to work or making clothes for her son every day, and I am often happy to make some contributions to their family!
If you ask me what impressed me the most, it must be the night of 1995, when the hostess worked overtime and took her work home. Pieces of cloth piled up like a mountain. My master kept stepping on me, staring at the cloth in his hand, pushing it forward, and occasionally pulling out the embroidery needle to sew it twice ... I was so busy at three o'clock in the morning that I almost fainted. ...
Ten years ago, my little master was born. With the changes of the times, I became more and more useless, but I was not forgotten by their family. They let me live in a small room, and occasionally the hostess will let me do things like mending clothes and pants.
My story is over. Do you have a story? I'm waiting to hear your story ...
Composition of old objects in my home 9 There is an old object in my home, which is placed in a corner of the living room at home. This is a wooden piano, coated with a layer of black paint, with two rusty characters "Everest" stuck on it.
Although it is an old object, it is still shiny without any scratches. The pedals are wrapped in cloth and covered with plastic. Piano keys, black and white, rise and fall like waves, and each key feels smooth.
When I was a child, my brother was a prop to scare me. There is one thing I have never forgotten, and that is my black history! One night, I had dinner and sat on the floor building blocks. Suddenly, my brother's friend, Brother Ye, ran to my brother's room with a bucket. I followed him without thinking. Suddenly the door closed, the lights went out and there was no sound. When I was a child, I was most afraid of darkness. I immediately sat down on the ground. I heard the piano open and a string of bass sounded in my ear. I was completely scared and began to cry.
This piano witnessed my childhood.
This piano is now my capital to show off to my brother. My brother can't play the piano now because he didn't keep practicing, and my persistent piano boy primary school passed the piano level 10 in five years, completely crushing my zero-level brother.
This piano and I became good friends. Looking at the piano, my heart is full of sense of accomplishment. In order to show my talent to my dear brother, I chat with him on WeChat every day and let him listen to me play the piano. I learned a truth from it: only by doing things persistently can I succeed.
This piano is not only an old thing to me, but also a witness of my childhood and a good friend of mine. If it takes another twenty or thirty years, I will still make it shine as it does now.
My hometown is a backward place. Walking in the street is like walking in a black-and-white movie. It is full of black and white, but technology is developing too fast. My hometown has changed its old appearance. Until now, that black-and-white TV is still in my bedroom. This old TV has enriched my childhood.
When I was a child, there was only one TV at home. Because the TV is very old, I have to hold the antenna all the time to watch it. The person holding the antenna is my mother.
I went to kindergarten and couldn't live without TV. My mother took the antenna, but I still didn't agree with it and watched it with relish.
That day, I was watching an animated program with great interest. "Little Chef Hippo" sounded twice, and the TV went black. My mother twisted for a long time and still didn't respond. Finally, I regret to say, "The TV is broken, so I can't watch it anymore."
"I don't believe it," I jumped out of bed and turned on the TV switch. The TV didn't respond at all. I hit my mother in a rage, and my mother ignored me, and I ignored her.
It's very boring to ignore each other for two days. This is, my mother suddenly came to me and said, "Linlin, the TV is ready. Go and have a look. " I screamed and ran to the bedroom. My father stopped me and said, "You are fascinated by TV. You might as well not repair it. " I see, it was my mother who transported the TV to a far, far place to be repaired. Dad left, and my mother secretly showed it to me, but my mother held the antenna for me.
Now, I am sensible and finally know that my mother has paid a lot for me. That TV set reminds me of "love mom" like an alarm clock!
My family's old article 1 1 A beam of light passes through the window, "click, click", the pedal of the bedside sewing machine keeps ringing, the white thread is winding in the clothes hole to make up the thread, and the bent back in front of the machine is trying hard in front of the reading glasses. ...
This old red sewing machine is priceless to grandma. I vaguely remember leaning on the machine cloth when I was a child and falling asleep slowly with the shaking of the pedal. With the creaking sewing machine, I can hear my grandmother humming a ditty in front of the sewing machine and urging me to sleep. When I wake up, I often see grandma sipping a thread with her mouth. The thread is a sharp thread that passes through a needle and thread. Sometimes when I shake it, it will miss grandma's business, and grandma just smiles kindly and wears it patiently again.
My grandmother made all my clothes when I was a child. She took the colorful buttons from her hand and worked tirelessly in front of the machine, darning my childhood clothes with her flexible body. I don't know how diligent and happy she is. Sewing machine was also my most curious toy when I was a child. I often open the drawers on both sides when grandma is not looking. Colorful buttons are my favorite collection.
"Click, click", the rhythm of the pedal gradually slowed down, but the old figure in front of me was not as flexible as it was ten years ago. Colorful buttons are still cheering in the needle and thread. On the other hand, I began to dislike it. As I grew older, I began to like simple styles, but colorful buttons became a joke among my classmates. Every time my grandmother works hard, she is abandoned by me. "Grandma, what age, who still do such clever buttons on clothes? The soil is dead. " When grandma rummaged through the closet several times, she sewed up my favorite broken pants. "Grandma, you are not indigenous. What we are popular now is ripped pants. Why did you sew me? What a pity. " . Nausea again and again, throwing cold water on grandma's passionate love.
Why did the laughter in front of the sewing machine turn into accusations, and why did the ditty accompanying the sewing machine turn into a sigh? Looking at the dusty sewing machine in the corner, grandma's back is vicissitudes and helpless. Looking at the newly cut trouser holes in the wardrobe and a row of simple buttons of the same color on the clothes, my eyes can't help but get wet slowly. I see, no matter how I change, my grandma's time with my sewing machine is eternal, and that love is irreplaceable. Love in that sewing machine is the treasure that can touch our heartstrings most.
"Click, click", the old red sewing machine is still shaking, and the memory slowly flows back to childhood like a time machine. I stood there quietly, accompanied by this cheerful little song, and a rainbow rose from my old back, which warmed my heart.