For a wanderer, a pair of shoes is everything; for an amputation, a pair of shoes is heaven or hell.
A pair of shoes decision is different from a pair of socks, the socks can rub folding, but the shoes are not, it is dignified, it usually will not be put in the cupboard at the highest level, would not have been carefully sprinkled with perfume, it is quiet squatting on the base of the bed, but you have to agree with it than you trim pants, white shirt, soft underwear noble, noble because it and the earth together.
Within a pair of shoes is dark, it is precisely because of its dark, it does not been to our attention, in fact, there are many Downs story, free hotels, a mouse, a small insect of the sports ground, a few grains of sand overnight The party, of course, those you do not know. Sometimes at bedtime forgot to close the window, the wind will be slipped in, and accompany it to say rain, then I start to give it a gentle sea, the dance of sea coral, sea turtles riddles. Algae enormous arm wrapped around the rock, then the shoes will laugh, of course, you can not hear. Moonlight will come to see it lying on its side, it is talking about the distant islands, the island of coconut trees, tree Kap Shui girls wear long skirts, and sometimes will give it to be filled with another pair of shoes it the thoughts of weight loss, then, it will be tears, of course, you can not see, you did not know it had had the sweet and sad love. ,
You can never penetrate the heart of a pair of shoes, the usual silence flowing flowing endless waves of impact on an unknown shore, stroking a white reef, it is endlessly, sometimes sighing, sometimes whisper it above will spring up in flame, illuminate it inside the dark, the night lit, it will be tired, tired of the tide receded, tired of the flame went out. You just feel the cold and warm in the next day and put it on.
A pair of shoes may be more than we love about our familiar with our feet at every subtle punch, each
Road roundabout lines, each one dry scaly, and even the scars of every trace of fine, it even can feel every time we or
Sharp or blunt-level pain, or small or great desire in our footsteps inadvertently candidly reveal our hearts, our shoes quietly clear our hearts.
A pair of shoes will be old, it's always the first to start small, with slender fibers, a Dingla thin Fan fur
Or at the bond between the upper and sole, it is old and quiet no sound, no traces of a feather falls from a height of feeling. On it until one day, with his legs into it, feel the freedom of the toe, ear, fried from the sound of that burst desolate crash. You suddenly find that it has to accompany you through too long the way, now it is dead at your feet, lay it remains dry deformation and watched it, you soul-stirring.
A pair of shoes and in fact will not die, because all the shoes are one, it is only temporarily leave your feet on the
Like a house, the old, stripped, and then built a house fall in ruins, old shoes piled up together, in another place you. Person's life is not completed and shoes do? Birth, it is your infancy; die, it is your grave.
Every day, you wear shoes to walk in the road, dust, mud, water stains, hurry, looking for and get lost with love, muse, the free you forgotten shoes and remember, you abandoned shoes hidden, and even the footprints of others picked it up, the experience of a pair of shoes destined to be rich than we.
Origin, path, you walk, hometown, and a foreign country, every step in his shoes. Hermann Hesse said: every step toward a foreign country, every step toward the homeland, every step is grave, each step is the mother. Originally, this life, who can get out a pair of shoes?
At dawn, you say go, the shoes did not answer.