父亲爱吸烟。他吸烟时显出一副很享受的样子:手指夹着烟卷,边看书,边悠然地吸一口,过一会儿才让烟雾从鼻孔里袅袅逸出。吸烟是父亲唯一的奢侈。家贫,父亲吸不起好烟,但每日一包不能少。我们家最愁的就是鞋,母亲日做夜赶,也常常是小妹的新鞋未上脚,大哥的鞋底已磨穿。因此,我穿鞋很小心,但不争气的脚趾仍过早地从鞋里顶出头来,走在路上,沙粒常蹦蹦跳跳地往里钻,有时硌得 My father loves smoking. When he smoked, he showed a very enjoyable look: fingers wrapped in cigarettes, while reading a book, leisurely take a sip, after a while before the smoke from the nostrils curl out. Smoking is the only luxury for my father. Poverty, his father can not smoke good smoke, but not less than a pack a day. Our most worry is the shoes, mothers do night rush, it is often the younger sister did not go to the new shoes, big brother’s sole worn out. So, I wear shoes very carefully, but the disappointing toes still prematurely come out from the shoes, walking on the road, the sand often bounce into the drill, and sometimes won