那是一双黑色的高跟鞋。款式有些旧,粗底后跟,鞋面因为穿得久了蒙上了一层灰白色,布满了细细的褶皱。鞋沿稍微朝外翻,应该是不太合脚的。后跟已经磨损了,被钉上了一层新的橡胶,硬邦邦的,踩在地上“笃笃”地响。“笃笃、笃笃。”高跟鞋在地面踩得响亮。“笃笃、笃笃。”极有节奏,像木匠往墙上钉钉子的声音,一下又一下,似乎要敲进人的心里。“笃笃、笃笃。”轻快明丽,精气神十足——就像她本人。她有点胖,穿着打扮极为朴素,一头浓密的黑发梳得整整齐齐,总是笑呵呵的,像一尊憨态可掬的弥 That is a pair of black high heels. Some old style, rough heel, because the upper wear long cast a layer of white, covered with thin folds. The shoe edge slightly everted, it should not fit well. The heel has been worn, was nailed to a layer of new rubber, stiff, trampled on the ground “tuk tuk ” ring. “Tuk tuk, tuk tuk. ” High heels on the ground step loud. “Tuk tuk, tuk tuk. ” Very rhythmic, like a carpenter nailing the wall to the voice, look and see, it seems to knock into the heart of people. “Tuk tuk, tuk tuk. ” Light and bright, full of energy - just like her own. She is a bit fat, dressed in very simple, thick black hair combed neatly, always smiling, like a naive Mi