Cloth shoes, nourishing feet and eyes 1 Her love is like a flower that has bloomed when the world is in a daze; Her love is like the back that is still waiting after breaking through the trajectory of life and looking through the autumn water.
Grandma is a famous skillful hand in the village. She likes making cloth shoes. Make them for me.
Scenes, scenes, like silent black and white silent films, are being staged.
In the sun, grandma weaves a story with a needle and a ball of thread. Grandma always wears reading glasses, carries me to the stool, takes off my shoes, puts my little feet on the paper laid in advance, and then draws two or three times on the outer edge of my little feet with a pencil. Then she touched my toes back and forth with her fingers, and my thick fingers made me giggle. Then grandma will carefully measure the size of her feet with a ruler. When the thick reading glasses slipped down grandma's nose, I slowly lifted them up with my index finger.
In the lazy afternoon sun, a thin thread was pulled and jumped happily in the bamboo basket. A pair of dexterous hands tied the thin thread and held up the delicate broken flowers. Our laughter melted the sun until the sun went down.
Shoes are for feet.
Grandma will make me a pair of cloth shoes every once in a while, because she is afraid that my feet will become too big to wear old shoes, and she is afraid that the new shoes bought in the store will not fit. Grandma always told me, "Tingting, don't worry about your shoes being worn out." If it is worn out, grandma will do it again. "
The shoe cabinet is full of small cloth shoes of various colors and styles, which is the love that grandma can't hold. These lovely elves are the beauty and magic of grandma's needle-by-needle shuttle, and accompany me to grow up all the way.
It turns out that shoes are not only good for feet, but also good for eyes.
I am old and went to primary school. Every day, I always wear grandma's cloth shoes to school happily. I like the beauty of vegetarian cloth shoes in the sun and the smell of grandma. However, vanity severely smashed all the beauty. My classmates began to laugh at me. They showed off their famous brands in luxury before my eyes, and I was shattered by the pain of bullying.
That day, I rushed out of the house, violently took off my cloth shoes and fell on the door. I threw all my anger, innocence and grievances together, and the cloth shoes fell on the door and made a dull and harsh sound. In the whirling tears, I seem to see the rickety back of a disappointed old man behind the door left unlocked.
As I wish, I put on the so-called brand-name shoes. They are indeed much brighter than cloth shoes, but the heels will not blister. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of rows of cloth shoes, huddled alone in the corner of the shoe cabinet.
Now, I have grown up, and the small cloth shoes I had when I was a child have long been untenable.
Sad cloth shoes may still retain grandma's temperature and breath, but also witnessed my willfulness and innocence. However, can I regain the love I once fell in pain? Now, who will measure my feet? Who will make my cloth shoes?
I finally understand that shoes are not only good for feet and eyes, but also good for the heart.
Cloth shoes, nourishing feet and eyes, are more nourishing. Her love is like a flower, which bloomed when she was in a daze about the world. Her love is like a figure still waiting after setting foot in autumn water.
Grandma is a famous skillful hand in the village. She likes making cloth shoes. Make it for me.
Scenes, scenes, like silent black and white silent films, are being staged.
In the sun, grandma weaves a story with a needle and a ball of thread. Grandma always wears reading glasses, takes me to the stool, takes off my shoes, puts my little feet on pre-laid paper, and then draws two or three times on the outer edge of my little feet with a pencil. Then she stroked my toes back and forth with her fingers, and the thick fingers made me giggle. Then grandma will carefully measure her feet with a ruler. When the thick reading glasses slipped down grandma's nose, I slowly supported them with my index finger.
In the lazy afternoon sunshine, a thin thread is pulling in the bamboo basket and jumping happily. A pair of dexterous hands were tied with thin threads, and delicate flowers were brought up. Our laughter melted the sun, and we knew it was going to set.
Shoes are used to lift feet.
Grandma will make me a pair of cloth shoes every once in a while, because she is afraid that my feet will become too big to wear old shoes and that the new shoes bought in the store will not fit me. Grandma always scolds me: "Tingting, don't worry if your shoes are worn out." Grandma will come again when she wears it out. "
The shoe cabinet is filled with small cloth shoes of various colors and styles, which is the love and affection that grandma can't let go of. These lovely elves are the beauty and magic that my grandmother shuttled through and grew up with me all the way.
It turns out that shoes can not only protect your feet, but also open your eyes.
I am old and went to primary school. Every day, I always wear grandma's cloth shoes and go to school happily. I like the beauty of plain cloth shoes in the sun and the smell of grandma. However, vanity shattered everything. My classmates began to laugh at me. They show off their brand-name luxury goods in front of me. I was overwhelmed by the pain of bullying.
That day, I rushed out of the house, violently took off my cloth shoes and fell on the door. I threw all my anger, innocence and grievances together, and the cloth shoes fell on the door, making a dull and harsh sound. In the whirling tears, I seem to see the back of a disappointed old man hunched behind the door left unlocked.
As I wish, I put on the so-called brand-name shoes. It is indeed much brighter than cloth shoes, but the heels will not blister. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of rows of cloth shoes, curled up alone in the corner of the shoe cabinet.
Now, I have grown up. When I was a child, my little cloth shoes didn't hold water.
Sad cloth shoes may be able to keep grandma's body temperature and breath, but also witnessed my willfulness and innocence. However, can the love I have hurt be saved? Now, who will measure my feet? Who will make my cloth shoes?
I finally understand that shoes are not only good for feet, but also good for eyes.