春节回老家过年,天快黑了,平时停在路旁接送客的小三轮也不见了踪影,这里离家不过四五里,我打算走回去,顺道散散心,看看家乡的变化。我平时习惯驾驭高跟鞋大杀四方,却忽视了这泥泞坑洼的乡间小道的杀伤力。刚走了一半的路,脚后跟就火辣辣的痛,但就要到家了,也不在意,慢慢的,我深刻地体会到踩在刀尖上的痛了,每走一步,仿佛可以听到肉和鞋摩擦发出的“吧唧”声。我已无暇顾及路边的风景,只想把鞋给脱了,但 Spring Festival back home old age, getting dark, and usually stopped at the roadside pick-up of the small three is gone, but four or five miles away from home, I intend to go back, take the opportunity to relax and look at changes in home. I usually used to control high-heeled shoes to kill the Quartet, but neglected the destructive power of this country trail in muddy potholes. Just half the way to go, the heel on the hot pain, but it is time to get home, and do not care, slowly, I deeply understand the trampling on the tip of the pain, every step, as if you can hear the meat And friction shoes issued “Baji ” sound. I have no time to take into account the roadside scenery, just want to take off the shoes, but