平凡的千层底里,蕴藏着万重的母爱!前几天,妻子整理旧衣物时翻出了一双土布鞋,我一看,原来是十多年前离开家乡时母亲特意为我纳的千层底。抚摸着柔软的鞋面,端详着密密的针脚,温馨和羞愧的感觉弥漫了全身,思绪顿时飞回儿时的岁月。清明时节,竹笋从地里一节一节冒出来,笋壳一片一片脱落,母亲把一些好的较大的笋壳捡起来,洗净晒干后藏在阁楼里。农闲时,母亲便把笋壳拿出来,把我们的脚按在上面,然后用一种浅黄的石头当画笔描成脚的形状。待到秋收后晴朗的日子,母亲煮好米 A few days ago, his wife tidied up a pair of old clothes, a pair of soil and cloth shoes, I saw that when I left my home more than a decade ago when my mother specifically for me to accept the melaleuca bottom. Touched soft upper, detailed pins dense, warm and ashamed feeling filled the whole body, thoughts suddenly fly back to childhood years. During the Ching Ming Festival, bamboo shoots emerge from the ground section, and the shell of the bamboo shoot comes off one by one. The mother picks up some large, relatively large bamboo shoots and hides it in the attic after it is washed and dried. When I was free, my mother took the bamboo shell out, put our feet on it, and then painted the shape of the foot with a pale yellow stone. Until the autumn harvest after a sunny day, my mother cooked rice