I accompanied my mother’s age growing at the corner of the crow’s
feet. Bid farewell to the childlike joy, I entered high school. My
classmates and I learned to make shoes together, let the teacher
see, do not allow male students to perceive. Candlelight flickering
in the dormitory, we quietly into the night dry.
The first pair of shoes made, I put it around the end of Andrew,
another to wear off, they wear off. Since then, I learned to walk
softly, learn to escape the gravel road. Rain, wear a pair of hemp
shoes are no longer afraid of being ridiculed ear. In fact, these
habits should long to develop, and those students the same home in
However, this day was slow to put their hands to do my new shoes.
Wear in the feet is so comfortable, flexible, and it has not just
shoes” has almost become a part of my foot, I would rather
misfortune to scratch the toes, do not want to let it wronged.