18 years old that year of spring, Accidental
one day, I saw a pair of red shoes in the street.Tall, thin shoes, uppers and a
long, narrow with a bow.The sun shone on it, the pan with a slight sheen, as if
in I smiled.At the moment, I think it is very beautiful.So, I bought
it.Redemptive hind, I put it in the most deep under the bed.Is reading high
school, I wear high heels, teachers and parents are not allowed.Therefore, I
for fear that others find out my secret.
But in the dream, I always wear those with
bowknot red shoes go on both sides of the growth of soil ash cement road.The
sun through the thick, thin broken pieces of the leaves, bit by bit embedded in
thick faint green shade, and sometimes also in the wind chasing down over my
red shoes.A long long road, only my red shoes are singing happily.
When I was a child, mother has several pair
of high heels.While the mother is not at home in front of the mirror, I wear
high heels, then walk around the room, to hear it sing.A little later, I love
listening to the heels on the ground with a kind of clear rhythm sound.It
sounds like rain falling from tile eaves in stone, tick tick, a pole; and as
far away from the building floating under the sound of the piano, ding-dong
ding-dong, crisp refreshing.
On sunny days, how I longed to put on her
red shoes, and hear it as stone cliff shed like water voice!However, as a
senior high student I, was the teacher always told: "not allowed to wear
high-heeled shoes!Not allowed to wear high-heeled shoes!"To break through
the fence, it takes a lot of courage!
But, I am young, in the dream, or broke
through the fence.In a sunny little hot afternoon, the others were still nap in
a dream, I wore a pair of butterfly rise and dance in a happy mood of the red
shoes, from home quietly walking to the classroom.Just on the road, the first
new joy shocks me, just think of the red shoes on the way out of the sound,
like the oncoming, spring breeze hooves.
However, not long after, that feeling
disappeared.And is the foot pain, as if who in the sole a dagger, through my
lovely red shoes, make my feet at every step, it was cut.Then a short road,
finally let I to the daughter of the sea dancing on the tip for the beloved
prince that cuts skin pain experience little.I suddenly feel her great, next to
the knife, but also on the prince continued to smile, smile, smile......
And I, a small camp followers, at this
moment, just want to cry, cry, cry......
Pain is tolerable, I fear most is afraid to
meet the teacher, students.A usually very good, very low-key girls, even openly
in the campus wearing high-heeled shoes......If met, I dare not to think about
the results.
With a knife cut pain, with the mood be
very upset, I bite trismus, step by step to the front of the classroom, and
stretch out the head to look, God, thank God, the classroom was a person all
have no!Look, God did not treat me the suffering of the people.I ignored the
pain, hurried to sit on his seat, long breathed a sigh of relief. Daffodile
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The classes in the afternoon that day, I do
not have a word to listen.I stared out the window at the leaves, began to miss
those let me in the rugged mountain road or flat Avenue, can with the rise of
free running shoes.The beautiful dream in my mind a long time, and finally in
this sunny afternoon, my red shoes, I was that on tick, tinkling sound red
shoes shattered.
The three class, three class, wearing red
shoes I, sitting on the seat, intact.When the school bell agitation power my
eardrum, everyone began to caper cheering, I still.Looking at the students have
continued to walk out of the classroom, I silently waiting.Finally, quiet as
full of flowers in the classroom, I stood up.My foot butterfly already
suffocating.At this moment, the heart that was buried deep in the afternoon of
a wish desperately to jump up: "take off the red shoes!Take off the red
shoes!"
The once happy and free memory in the red
shoes, carrying me to move outside the classroom, it's just not singing,
leaving only the groaning linger in my ear.
When I take the campus gate, a familiar
face to greet my eyes -- my former deskmate.My hands tightly, his face appeared
a little sweat.My hands and wipe the sweat, and then smiled at her.Suddenly,
she exclaimed and took a step back, staring at my feet look good after half a
day, her eyes laughed at the crescent, then took my hand and said: "your
shoes really beautiful, really admire you, dare to put it out!I also have a
pair of beautiful high heels, but I only dare in her room wearing."
I hold her cry.Did not expect that
conservative she, unexpectedly also have a pair of beautiful high heels!
There are two boys in the class toward me,
although we are very familiar with, but my heart still went pit-a-pat does not
stop.I crustily skin of head go past.A boy saw me at the same time, eyes
immediately fell on my red shoes, then, smile to me: "your shoes are very
nice!"
Thank you.I am a lady smile.In the smile,
we pass by. Daffodile Heels Christian Louboutin Platform Suede Peach
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At the foot of the pain disappeared in
praise.I looked up at the sky, feel the sky is blue, white clouds gently and
clinking, the birds sing very mildly Qingli, even around those who turn a blind
eye to the dilapidated buildings, in my eyes have become lovely.The original
heavy footsteps suddenly become light, the joy full of my body, I stood on
tiptoe, and red shoes in the breeze to rotate together, dancing......
Back home, I put on the old pair of shoes.From
then on, I never crossed the red shoes, often in a dream to see it
dance.Perhaps, after a clear day; or, in a twinkling stars on the deep blue
sky, I will think of that afternoon at the age of 18, her beautiful red
high-heeled shoes to my pain and happiness.Perhaps, after thinking, I will
quietly smile, or quietly cry......
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