10月29日晴光阴如风,带走了我的童年;光阴如墙,守护了我的梦想。——题记我从一年级开始就跟妈妈学习十字绣。那时的我手拙,又不懂十字绣的奥秘,只会东缝一块,西补一块,绣完的“作品”也只配得上当抹布了。我曾多次想过放弃,但望着妈妈挂在墙上的一幅又一幅十字绣,想着有一天我也能绣得像妈妈那样好,甚至超过她。我便又重拾了勇气。 October 29, sunny and windy, took away my childhood; time was like a wall, guarding my dream. - Inscription I am from the first grade to learn cross stitch with my mother. At that time, I am clumsy, do not understand the mystery of cross-stitch, only a East Sew, West fill one, embroidered finished “works ” is only worthy of a rag. I have repeatedly thought of giving up, but after looking at my mother’s cross-stitching on the wall one after another, I thought one day I would be as good or even as good as my mother. I will regain the courage.