I learned how to sew. On Sunday, I suddenly found a hole in my trousers. I was going to let my mother mend it for me, but I felt that my mother was too tired, so I might as well learn to sew by myself. I found a piece of cloth and cut it into a flower. I took out the needle and thread again, and after I put on the thread, I was going to start patching. I thought: I can sew it! I roll up the trouser legs and hold them in my hands. I put the patch on the hole. Then I hold the needle in one hand and press the patch in the other hand. The needle goes through the bottom and then comes out from the top. In this way, stitch by stitch, carefully. After a while, a flower bloomed on my trousers. I couldn't help laughing at the flowers on my pants. At this time, I felt that my hand was very painful. There were a few blood marks on my hand, which must have been pricked by sewing clothes just now. This time, I not only learned how to sew clothes, but also learned that we can do some things ourselves. Next time I can help my mother sew clothes.
Part 2: I learned how to sew clothes. One Sunday, I came home from my English class and found that my coat pocket was broken. I took off my clothes and threw them to my mother. I said to my mother, 'Mom, help me sew my clothes pocket. "Mom said," you are such a big man, and you have to ask others to help you. Come on, I'll teach you how to sew. 'I reluctantly took out the needle and thread and asked my mother to teach me. When I saw the needle up and down in my pocket, I felt very funny, so I grabbed it from my mother's hand and sewed it myself. However, the thread seems to be against me, winding around, disobedient, and the needle also punctured my hand, bleeding, very painful. I don't want to learn to sew any more. It's too hard. My mother saw me like this and said, "it doesn't matter. It's OK to be patient. Everyone will encounter difficulties when they learn a skill. But as long as they persist, they will succeed. After listening to my mother's words, I thought to myself: Yes! No matter what difficulties I encounter, I have to stick to it. Why don't I have so many skills? I must learn to sew clothes. Next, I picked up the needle and thread according to my mother's appearance and learned. When I was learning to sew clothes, my hand was pricked many times, but I kept on holding on to the end. Finally, before long, I sewed the hole in my pocket. I am very happy, because I learned to sew clothes, also learned a skill, no longer need my mother to sew for me, my heart like drinking honey, very sweet very sweet. This time I learned how to sew clothes. I learned that no matter when I encounter difficulties or setbacks, I have to overcome them. If I persist, I will succeed.
Chapter 3: I learned how to sew. Ah, finished, my dress was scratched! When I got home, I handed it over to my mother and asked her to sew it for me. My mother said, "you are so old, what should I do?" I laughed and said, "I don't know. I really want to help you, but I can't help you!" my mother shook her head with a smile and sat down. But all of a sudden, just like Columbus discovered the new world, she stood up happily and said, 'yes, I can't teach you! Come here, anyway, today's weekend, I'll teach you how to sew clothes.' and she pushed me onto the sofa. I think: learning skills is not a bad thing. So I learned to sew clothes from my mother. My mother first taught me where to put needles and what to pay attention to when sewing things & hellip; & hellip; at first I was very interested, and my mother taught me very patiently, but in a short time, I began to be impatient: "Mom, sewing clothes is too simple, saying I won't, that's a lie to you. Don't believe it, I'll show you! "Before my mother's words came out, I grabbed the cloth and needle in her hand and sewed it carelessly. After a while, my mother shook her head and said," fortunately, this is not your clothes. I'm smart, and I took a piece of cloth as a victim;. 'I said,' what are you talking about? 'we all laughed. "Ah!" I exclaimed, and I was pricked with a needle. I saw the blood from his poor little thumb around a circle, ah! But my mother encouraged me: "not afraid, stick to it, retreat when encountering some difficulties, this is the coward style!" I immediately picked up the needle and cloth: "who is the coward!" then continued to insist on sewing. My mother nodded happily and picked up the cloth I sewed: 'it's already very good! Take your time. 'I laughed. I basically prick my finger every time I practice. But now I can say "playing with a needle.". Think about how to see a rainbow without experiencing the wind and rain. I feel the meaning of this sentence.
Chapter 4: I learned how to sew. One day, my clothes were broken. I wanted to find my mother. But I also thought: we should do our own things. I learned from my mother's appearance: first, I sipped the thread, took a needle in my left hand, and wanted to put the thread through. The eye of the needle was small. I thought: it is not easy to put the thread through. But I was very serious when I put the needle through. I slowly put the thread close to the eye of the needle and wanted to put the thread through... Oh! It was biased! But I didn't lose heart. Under my efforts again and again, I finally got through! I learned from my mother and tied a knot in the back, which was very smooth. I began to sew clothes like my mother again. I sewed, sewed, sewed... Finally I finished. Let me have a look! It's a bit puffy. I want to flatten it, but it's uneven, but I still feel more comfortable when I put it on. She said to my mother happily.
I learned how to sew clothes. One Monday afternoon, after the fourth class, I came home and saw a hole in the clothes. I threw the clothes to my mother and asked her to mend the holes in the clothes for me. My mother said, "if you are such a big man, let others sew clothes and mend them myself!" I picked up the needle and thread and asked my mother to teach me. Mom sewed it up first. When I saw the needle and thread up and down on the hole, I thought it was fun. I grabbed it from my mother's hand and sewed it up. But the line seems to be against me. My hand was punctured and my blood flowed out. It was very painful. "I don't want to learn, it's too difficult!" my mother said to me, "you will encounter difficulties in everything. 'then I sewed again, and my hand was punctured several times in the process. After a while, the clothes were sewn. I was very happy because I learned how to sew. It's so hard to learn how to sew clothes!
Chapter 6: I learned how to sew. Oh, my button is off. What should I do? "When I was in a hurry, my mother came and she said," what's the matter? "She said," can I teach you to sew? "So my mother began to teach me how to sew. My mother patiently said, "twist the button with a small hole, and then puncture it to the clothes, then put it back on, and then turn to the other end. "No matter what I heard, I immediately found the thread and needle, and put the thread into the needle, the needle into the twist button, and at the same time, I put the needle into the collar. In order to make it easy for the needle to penetrate into the clothes, I put my hand under the needle hole. After a while, I 'silk' a sound, hand bleeding, bitter tears into the mouth, nose sour. Mother said: 'don't put your hands under the needle. "My face is hot, just sew again. My mother said," OK, good, keep sewing! ". I did everything I could, and at last it was done. Although the stitching is not very beautiful, it is the first 'masterpiece' of my life. From this, I learned that doing anything must work hard, will have the harvest.