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Barefoot prose
Introduction: Prose is a narrative literary genre, which expresses the author's true feelings and has a flexible writing style. The form is scattered and the spirit is gathered, which provides the author with a lot of writing space and brings a very cordial reading experience to the readers. Look at the prose about barefoot with me. I hope it will help everyone.

Rule 1: Walk barefoot.

As far as I can remember, children my age don't wear shoes on days when it's not too cold. It's not that we don't like to wear them, but that we are all poor and have no shoes to wear. Only when there is frost on the grass will our parents order us to put on the cloth shoes made by our mother overnight. In the early morning of spring, I got up, got dressed, slipped my ass along the edge of the bed and started cleaning the house barefoot. Then I walked around the village with a dustpan in my left hand and a hoe in my right hand (that hoe was heavy, so I remember there were many opportunities to hold it), picking up pig manure. When my feet fell outside, a cool energy went straight into my feet. I cringed all over and stood at the door with pimples on my skin. Pay attention to the ground when walking barefoot. If you are not careful, you will frown when you step on a pebble. If I strut, my bare feet will often kick the stones in my way, then my big toe will turn blue or bleed, and a charged pain will attack my whole body instantly. I quickly threw away everything in my hand, sat on the ground, and shook my injured toe up and down with both hands to minimize the pain. Sometimes there is blood stain, I will sneak home quietly, find an old cloth, wrap it up and pick up pig manure. I went home until I picked up the basket and piled it in the back of the house. The pile was a little high, and my mother chose to change the work points in the team.

Barefoot in summer is a kind of happiness. It's nice to step barefoot on the dirt road in the morning or at night. The dirt road kicked by countless feet is covered with a thick layer of fine soil. When you step on it, fine dust will surge like soft waves. On our way to and from school, the dust waves on the high riverbank are spectacular. Go to school at noon, barefoot on the river bank, very hot, one toe just went down, and the other toe was changed soon. Running all the way, stepping on the ground in the classroom, cool and delicious.

Usually we don't go barefoot in winter, but once, my neighbor and classmate Chunhua and I flew in the snow. It was dark that morning, so we finished the morning class and then had two afternoon classes, saying that the weather was bad and we didn't have to go to school in the afternoon. We didn't leave the classroom during the break, and the door was always closed tightly. After all the classes, our stomachs are already singing loudly. I quickly packed my schoolbag and ran out of the classroom, dumbfounded: the world was white. The long corridor of the classroom is crowded with students with schoolbags slung over their shoulders. Some people cheer, some sigh and some curse. Two parents came from home to send rubber shoes, which was a rare move, because parents at that time had too many children to care about. At that time, I seemed to be a sophomore (judging from my classroom), and I was crowded in the corridor with my classmates for a long time. "Don't wait, our parents won't pick us up." I wonder who said what. "Go!" Several boys rushed into the snow in cotton boots. Everyone was in a hurry and more people rushed into the snow. Looking down, Chunhua is taking off her new cotton boots. I had a brainwave, just like her. I took off my cotton boots, put them under my arm and rushed into the thick snow. The biting cold rushed from the soles of your feet to your forehead, and then your feet quickly lost consciousness. Screams came from behind. Never mind so much, run, run ... it's not far from home. It will arrive soon. As soon as I entered the room, my mother scolded me and told me to soak my feet with hot water. In a short time, my sister also ran home barefoot. She said that someone saw you and Chunhua running barefoot, and many people saw you. Going home barefoot far from school, I wonder what my feet will freeze into?

The temperature is fine, and when it rains, it is slippery to walk barefoot in the wind and rain. Our hands are stretched as far as possible to keep our balance. The whole person is like a willow in the wind, like a drunk. On the riverbank in the storm, a long row of barefoot students are dancing. The road is uneven. From time to time, people fall on their backs or chew the mud, but few people laugh, because almost no one can escape wrestling. In fact, when we fell badly, we walked on the edge of the river bank, but sometimes we were stabbed by a short thorn and plunged into the meat, and we needed to pick it out with a needle until our mother was free.

The happiest day is when we walk barefoot on the beach after school, one step at a time, one painting at a time. Sometimes we will measure our footprints with a long grass, and then naively give them to our parents for reference when buying shoes for us, which smells like buying shoes again and again. Our parents took it with a smile, and the transferred son was thrown somewhere.

When I was in primary school, I almost walked barefoot. At that time, we didn't feel sorry for ourselves because everyone cared about each other. Not only that, we are a little proud, because we can share our worries for our parents. We measure our childhood barefoot, and we also measure our teenagers. This battle measured our poverty and precocity; Combat to measure our land and our mountains and rivers; Fighting measures our sadness and pain, and also measures our happiness!

Chapter 2: Barefoot Boys

It should be the end of September in the lunar calendar. The boy doesn't remember. It's a semi-cloudy day. When the thick clouds in the east have an orange edge, he will go to a primary school three miles away from home. The boy was not very happy that day, and this expression hung on his little face, so that the living could not get down. His father has been away for a long time, so he didn't think much. He just wanted to show it to his mother, but what made him feel wronged was that her mother didn't notice his sadness. After tidying up the dishes and chopsticks, I quickly went to Abel Tamata to prepare a whole set of things. No wonder there are shelf cars, sweet potato tongs, dung baskets and bamboo baskets.

The boy stood with his head hooked, his knickerbockers were a little short and his calves were a little long. His dark feet twisted hard, so that the endurance of the sandals under his feet reached the limit, and one of his right feet suddenly broke. This is an old wound. It was sewn with needle and thread before. It seems that this time is completely finished. This aggravated the boy's injustice. He forcibly lifted his right foot impartially and left his sandals on his mother who was playing in the main house. The boy still didn't speak, but he rubbed his hands proudly. In his view, he is not far from those long-awaited white rubber-soled cloth shoes, which are being worn by friends in the village. He likes that kind of shoes, but he doesn't like the click when they walk. That heroic breath has always tickled his heart. He even begged his friends to let him wear a mask several times, but he didn't speak. He was afraid to see their contemptuous eyes. Just a pair of shoes, there are boxes and piles in the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative in front of the school, and all this only needs my mother's word, not to mention my mother's promise last week. "This child is so anxious. It was just sewn the night before, and it's all rotten!" Mother bent down to pick up the shoes and blew them with her mouth. "Well, break the old place, I'll mend it for you! After these two days, new shoes will be fine. " Oh, my God! Mom didn't even look at the boy, so she just took the shoes and went into the house. This made the boy's grievance to the limit, and he cried. He clearly heard what his mother just said, and made new shoes in a few days, so his white rubber shoes, his heroism and the wonderful loud noise when he walked were all over! Disappointment made him angry and naturally implicated his mother. He hated his mother, so he simply threw away the other sandal that was still hanging on his foot and left barefoot! Out of the gate, he turned his head and looked, but didn't see his mother coming. "Just sew, rotten sandals, who will wear them?"

Walking barefoot for boys is a shortcut to school, much like the hypotenuse of a triangle. They crossed a large field of crops, and then walked to the Caohe Bridge at the end, and the primary school arrived. The villagers have broken this road several times, but because it is convenient for children to go to school, they acquiesced. It's just that it's hard to walk this time. Wheat has just been planted in the field, and the so-called path has not been artificially built. The boy walks very carefully. Feet are the second best, but the sad thing is that the resentment can't be calmed down, especially the disillusionment of the desire for white rubber shoes is still stinging his heart violently. He told all these complaints to his mother. He cried, but he could not stop looking back. He hoped that his mother would kick him out, but he didn't. Maybe mom has fallen to the ground, or maybe mom is still mending those unlucky sandals.

In the first Chinese class, the boy followed the bell into the classroom. Fortunately, no one noticed that he was barefoot. He sat in the second row, covering his face with his textbook. He was sobbing. He is like a badly injured hedgehog, licking his wound in a relatively safe corner. He pulled his shorts several times, trying to cover his bare feet. He feels that there are always many pairs of eyes watching him in the back row. At the end of September, the boy's back was wet. However, something unfortunate happened. The teacher sampled yesterday's new words and practiced, and the first one called his name. At first, he didn't know. It was not until two students in the back row stepped onto the platform and his deskmate turned away that he knew the great disaster. There is no doubt that his mind is blank. He didn't even hear the teacher. He picked up the chalk and scribbled on the blackboard mechanically. . . "This child, why are you barefoot?" The boy is afraid to look at his feet. He knew that at this time, his feet had attracted the attention of everyone in the class and wrapped the eyes of his good friends and several girls who gave him recognition and friendly attitude in some ways! He put his face on the blackboard, trying to find a narrow gap and go in to stop this suffocating embarrassment and embarrassment. Finally, the teacher didn't ask any more questions. He pulled the boy out of the classroom. The boy is a good student. Leaving for a while may be saving the child. As the class continues, the boys crouch outside the door, and the wall is the best protection.

It's time for class to be over. Mom is here. I should be trotting all the way, sweating all over, and the legs of blue straight pants are covered with loess stars. She saw his boy, hooked his head, crying in front of the classroom, and couldn't stop crying, but she finally didn't let the tears flow, so she quickly took out a pair of new shoes. This is a pair of shoes with white rubber soles. The corduroy face, elastic mouth, is absolutely novel and beautiful. "Just a few stitches, I didn't think you were in such a hurry to wear! It is tight in the ground, and the sweet potato film has not cooled until now. " The mother crouched down and put shoes on her son. The boy grabbed his mother's hand. He saw a piece of white cloth wrapped around his mother's forefinger, and deep red blood oozed out. "Mom, your hand? ""nothing, I was in a hurry just now. Let the needle go in. Put it on quickly. Don't miss class! "

Mother led the boy into the classroom until the boy sat in his seat, and then loudly said to the teacher, "The child pushed the cart with me in the early morning, and it was hard to walk in the field." He broke his shoes and ran barefoot for fear of missing class. " Mother didn't just tell the teacher, she consciously told the class that she was defending the child's little dignity. The boy sat in his seat, enjoying his mother's white lies. He put on new shoes with white rubber soles, and he cried again. At this time, he saw his mother's left back and her beautiful index finger wrapped in white cloth and soaked in deep red blood.

Chapter Three: Feelings of Barefoot

The substances that Marx called commodities are constantly piling up, filling every corner of the times and the world, and even people's hearts are squeezed a little narrowly. The communication channel between the spiritual world and nature seems to be more and more blocked and the gap is getting thicker and thicker. For a long time, the pursuit of the realm of "harmony between man and nature" is more and more like an ancient myth.

The most popular and practical examples are the feet we use to stand, the shoes we wear on our feet, and the soil under our shoes. The soles of the feet are connected with the heart, which is sensitive to touch and can reach the heart directly. We regard it as one of the tentacles of the spirit; The earth, which inherits and nurtures all things, represents the nature of cultivating all beings; Shoes, which protect feet, decorate beautiful legs and show status and taste, are typical representatives of substances that block the relationship between soles of feet and the earth.

Today, when people are busy and foot massage is popular, who can remember the feeling of stepping on the ground barefoot? How many people are willing to relive the kindness and comfort of the mud that slowly emerges from their toes? Needless to say, the cold winter, how many people still remember the ease and comfort of walking barefoot on the land in the pleasant spring and autumn season? The grass touching the soles of your feet and the blue waves on your ankles are probably forgotten. Maybe this is not a forgotten question. Living without money to buy shoes, the expanding spread of cement asphalt is also quietly encroaching on valuable human experience and taking away opportunities and space for people to experience.

Barefoot, a word that once represented grassroots and vulgarity, a word that once symbolized proletarians and poverty, suddenly appeared in people's minds today after a long time, becoming a long-lost word and a luxury wish. The world has changed so suddenly that people can't help but feel that everything in the river of life is gathering and full of ideas. They feel that the pace of the times is changing rapidly, and people's hearts are changing like mountains and rivers, like a cloud dog.

Baidu Li said that barefoot is an excellent fitness method. People's feet and soles are densely covered with acupuncture points. Barefoot exercise can fully stimulate these acupuncture points and release static electricity in the body, thus achieving the effect of strengthening the body. He also said that our ancestors walked barefoot and touched the land almost every day. Later, people put on shoes and were isolated from the earth, so the static electricity accumulated in the human body could not be released, which destroyed the balance of human electric energy. It's great for Baidu to provide such a scientific and profound interpretation of an ordinary word. I finally know why our hearts are often full of melancholy and worry about some unimportant details, and why we are still obsessed with sub-health day by day.

In the park of the city where I live, in spring and autumn, flowers are always in full bloom and green grass is everywhere, and massage stones are specially laid in some corners for people's foot fitness. On sunny days off, I always take my wife and children, resolutely get rid of the shackles and barriers of shoes, and walk barefoot on the stone road and fragrant lawn for a while. At that moment, I always felt that the pulse and temperature of the earth, the size and shape of the soul root, and the gurgling heat flow in the body can only feel the sureness and peace of human walking if they really step on the earth without obstacles.