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我的父亲是补鞋匠。被岁月打磨得细腻光滑的补鞋工具,被他有滋有味地摆弄了一年又一年,和他一样,有着辛酸的往事和坎坷的旅程……跟随着他一起沉默的补鞋机,在炎热的夏日和严寒的深夜里呻吟了十五个春秋——是呀!这补鞋机也不知疲倦了……刺骨的寒风还在呼啸,父亲还在补鞋,颤抖的双腿上铺着一块积满胶垢的围布,鞋被父亲牢牢地夹在两膝之间,他的手很粗糙,皮肤
My father is a cobbler. After years of polishing and smoothing, the shoe repairing tool was tampered with him for a year and a year. Like him, he had a bitter past and a bumpy journey... Follow him with a silent shoe repair machine. On the hot summer day and the cold night, I spent fifteen spring months - yes! This shoe machine was tireless ... The cold wind was still whistling, and my father was still making up shoes, shaking legs on the top There was a piece of cloth covered with rubber stains. The shoes were firmly sandwiched between his knees by his father. His hands were very rough.