冬天是有味道的。冬天的味道是朵朵棉花的味道。母亲把地里的棉花一朵朵摘下来,脱籽、晒干后,请弹花匠把它们弹得松松软软,再用自家纺车纺成厚布,一针一线缝成厚实、温暖的棉袄。那时,地里总是很忙,母亲就利用阴雨天气和晚上做棉袄。棉袄里蕴藏着母亲多少爱,多少牵挂,就像地里的棉花和天上的星星一样,看得见,数不清。再冷的天气,再刺骨的寒风,一遇到母亲做的棉袄,就会乖乖收敛起来,那棉花的味道,给了我无限的温暖,无限的遐想。 Winter is a taste. The taste of winter is the smell of a blossoming cotton. Mother took the cotton in the field one by one, took off the seeds and dried it out, and asked the breeder to play them loose and soft, then spun into a thick cloth with a spinning wheel and stitched them thick and warm Jacket. At that time, the ground was always busy, and the mother used the rainy weather and the evening jacket. Cotton jacket contains a mother how much love, how much care, just like the cotton in the ground and the stars in the sky, visible, countless. Then cold weather, then biting cold, a mother to do the jacket, will obediently converge, that the taste of cotton, gave me infinite warmth, endless reverie.