总记得下雨天那些打赤脚的日子,披一件蓑衣,头戴斗笠,把白白嫩嫩的双足,从袜里鞋里彻底解放出来,随了我家渔船上的舢板颤巍巍地上了岸,便是一片芦苇地。脚板刚沾上松松软软的泥巴,脚心就有些酥痒,吧唧吧唧地,那片芦苇地便荡漾着我们脆脆的笑 I always remember those days when I was barefoot on rainy days, I wore a drape and wore braces, and I completely liberated the white and tender feet from the stockings, and quavered on the shoreboard with my fishing boat. It is a reed land. The soles of the foot were freshly soiled with loose soft mud. The soles of the feet were slightly itchy, and it was stifling, and the piece of reeds swayed with crunchy laughter.