他独自走在夜路上,冷冷的月光泻在他那光亮的皮鞋上,反射出悲凉、虚荣的光。“蹬蹬”的皮鞋声使他感到心慌。快到家了,可他的双腿好像灌了铅似的迈不开步,他不敢面对母亲那红肿的双眼,思绪飞回到一周前……他默默地坐在教室的一个角落里,注视着走来走去的帅哥们脚上光亮的皮鞋,他羡慕极了:多么亮的皮鞋呀,走起路来发出的声音那么有力,多神气!看看自己脚上那双已刷得发白的旧布鞋,自己都觉得不舒服。他不敢在教室里走动,他怕这双土气的旧布鞋在众多双光亮的皮鞋中引人注意。他觉得穿着这双布鞋很丢脸。每当有同学在一起小声说话时,他的心便猛然一绷:“是不是在笑话我?” He walked alone on the night, and the cold moonlight blew on his shiny leather shoes, reflecting the light of sadness and vanity. The sound of the shoes of “hey” made him feel flustered. When he arrived at home, his legs seemed to take a lead-free step. He dared not face his mother’s swollen eyes. His thoughts flew back a week ago... He sat silently in a corner of the classroom. Watching the handsome guys who walked and walked on the bright leather shoes, he admired the most: how bright leather shoes, the sound of walking up the road is so powerful, more air! Look at the pair of feet that have been brushed White old shoes feel uncomfortable. He dared not walk around in the classroom. He was afraid that the rustic rags would attract attention in many bright shoes. He felt embarrassed to wear this pair of shoes. Whenever a classmate speaks together in a whisper, his heart suddenly tensed: “Is it a joke?”