老人打完最后一式太极,就在我身旁坐下休息。令我奇怪的是,老人怎么穿着凉鞋运动,天还没那么热呀?我的眼睛紧紧盯着他那双饱满的脚,年纪一大把了,还是白白胖胖的,趾间连一丝缝隙也没有。我忍不住赞了一句:“真有福气。”老人很不解。我说:“我的手掌、脚掌瘦骨嶙峋。很多人都说我这是双不节财的手、农夫的苦命手, The old man finished the last Tai Chi, sat down next to me to rest. To my curiosity, how did the elderly wear sandals, and the sky was not that hot yet? My eyes were staring at his full feet, old, white, fat, with a tiny gap in the toes nor. I can not help but praise a sentence: ”Blessed. “ The old man is very puzzled. I said: ”Many of my people say that this is a shameless hand, the farmer’s bitter hand,