岁月如白驹过隙,其间不堪回首的往事,总是如无堤的水,漫过我心灵的原野。父亲是老实巴交的菜农,农闲时就拉板车,最令我难忘的是父亲那双脚。记忆里父亲没有穿过一双新鞋。然而,他那双脚却为我踩出了一条人生之路。记得,该我上学那年,父亲钻进草垛,拽出了我家那只唯一的家禽——大白鹅,父亲用卖鹅的钱为我交了学费。看着我背着打满补丁的帆布包走向学校,父亲突然叫住我,回到屋里,拿出一双半新的鞋,让我把露出脚趾和脚 Time flies, during which the painful past, always without the embankment of water, diffuse through the wilderness of my heart. My father is a real farmer who pays a paltry truck and picks up his pallet when he is busy. What makes me most memorable is my father’s feet. My father did not go through a pair of new shoes in memory. However, his feet but for me stepped on a road of life. I remember that year when I was in school, my father got into haystacks and pulled out the only poultry in my house, the big white goose. My father paid the tuition fees for selling geese. Looked at me carrying canvas bag full of patches toward school, my father suddenly stopped me, back to the house, took out a pair of half-new shoes, let me show the toes and feet