我爱的人,我是能分辨他们的足音的。但那一个个稳重的、虚幻的、轻快的足音中,我最容易分辨的那个还是她的,不是因为我常听着她的脚步声接近房间而藏起小说书,而是因为那是最富有人性美的足音。她几乎不穿高跟鞋,总是一双老婆鞋就给打发了,所以她的足音听起来总是稳稳的。我常说:“您穿高跟鞋会很美的。”因为她虽然个子不高,气质却极好。但她总是几乎不可察觉地摇摇头,手搭着我的肩说:“腿脚不好。”我知道那才不是真的。有个晚上我偷偷看见了,一双乳白色的鱼嘴高跟鞋,是我最喜欢的那 I love people, I can distinguish their footsteps. But one of the steady, fantastical, brisk footsteps that I could most easily discern is not her, not because I often hear her footsteps approaching the room to hide the novel, but because it is the richest Humanity beautiful foot sound. She almost did not wear high heels, always gave a pair of wife shoes to be sent, so her foot sounds always sound. I often say: “You wear high heels will be beautiful. ” Because she was tall, temperament is excellent. But she always shook her head almost imperceptibly, hand on my shoulder and said: "I know that is not true. A night I saw it secretly, a pair of white fish head high heels, that is my favorite