I remember it was last semester, and I pestered my mother and forced her to teach me how to knit a sweater. Mother said, "What are you knitting?" "It doesn't matter if you learn, add some specialties!" I replied. In desperation, my mother had to teach me.
My mother took out knitting needles and a ball of green wool, which looked very professional. Then she showed me my mother's hands flying up and down, and soon she knitted two rows. I was fascinated by it, so my mother handed me a small sweater in her hand. I restrained my excitement and began to study, but naughty wool always didn't listen to me, which led me to knit sweaters in many places, so there were always some holes and knots in the sweaters, and my skills were not skilled. The steps my mother taught me always fell behind, so I had to tear them down, make them up and tear them down. So I knitted and knitted, and finally, the sweater I knitted was a bit decent. The speed of knitting sweaters is also fast, similar to that of mom, and sometimes even more than mom!
My mother told me to face the difficulties bravely and do things persistently, so that we can do everything well.