1岁那年,母亲为他做衣服。家里有现成的布和针线。母亲一针一线为他缝制衣物,初为人母的母亲在昏暗的灯光下做着针线活。母亲没有什么经验,于是几颗鲜艳的红玛瑙,从指尖上溢出,母亲的身上是疼的,但当她为自己的孩子穿上那件衣服时,母亲的脸上与心上,都写满了笑容。儿时的他不会知道,母亲一针一线缝制的衣服,缝进去的是爱,扯出来的是思念。5岁那年,村上来了个马戏团。 At the age of 1, his mother made clothes for him. Home ready-made cloth and needlework. The mother sewed his stitches for him, and the mother-in-law’s mother did needlework in the dim light. Mother had no experience, so a few bright red onyx, overflowing from the fingertips, the mother’s body is painful, but when she put on clothes for their children, the mother’s face and heart, are written Full of smile. Childhood he will not know, mother stitch sewing clothes, stitched into the love, pulled out is missing. At the age of 5, there was a circus in Murakami.