小时候,家里人的鞋子都是母亲买的或亲手做的。夏天里,我穿着硬硬的劣质塑料凉鞋在街上疯跑,母亲总会在凉鞋的脚踝处垫一小块软软的布;冬天,父亲的棉鞋总是村里最厚实的,常常引来羡慕的目光。回到了家,父亲脱下棉鞋,两只脚冒着腾腾的热气,一股温暖亲切的脚臭味便立刻充盈整间屋子。我还记得母亲给我纳过的布 When I was a child, my family’s shoes were bought by my mother or done by hand. In the summer, I was running in the street wearing stiff, hard-wearing plastic sandals. My mother always paddled a small piece of soft cloth at the ankle of her sandals. In winter, her father’s cotton shoes were always the thickest in the village, Envious eyes. Back home, his father took off the cotton shoes, two feet braving the steaming heat, a warm and warm foot odor immediately filled the entire room. I still remember the cloth my mother had given me