I see the changes in shoes

In the fall of 1949, his father, bare with his feet, drove to the town's bluestone road. "Liberate it!" People rushed to tell. Like most poor children, my father has only a pair of grizzled, soled shoes, soaked in heat and light. But in the summer, the bluestone road is sunburn hot, barefoot stepped on the hot "Oh" straightforward. "People want to have a good life!" Podium, the teacher said very excited. Under the podium, my father rubbed his right foot with excitement and thought: "In the winter, I will not have to wear wooden files anymore." "Wooden file" is a rough wooden clogs. Rope system in the soles of the feet, to prevent rain and snow wet cloth shoes, but also very slippery, trampling on ice and snow became a commonplace. For many winter after 1949, his father still wore a pair of "wooden files", tightening his toes, and carefully walking on the icy path of learning. Once, his father and classmates turned over the dozen miles of mountains, went to the county to participate in drama reporting performances. Come back when the world played a goose snow, wearing wooden files, simply can not over the mountains, what to do? Father a brainwave, from the roadside straw in the straw, layers tied to the wood file to increase friction. As a result, a group of teenagers do the same, even rolling to climb, until late at night to return to the town. Good day is finally coming slowly. My father's shoes became "linen shoes" and "liberation shoes" bought from the store. The 10th anniversary of the founding of the Republic, his father graduated from Teachers College, became a teacher of people, for the first time put on shoes. When I was busy, my father often sat at the door humming songs, rubbing shoes. Shoe polish is not, use a cloth to wipe. Rubbed, picked up, according to a photo, glittering, according to his students, according to his pregnant new wife, illuminated a happy day: "I want my students Kids, children wear leather shoes! "The children were born one after another, but with the Republic suffered a period of extreme scarcity of supplies. My father had a serious stomach problem. In order not to delay his homework, his abdomen was bent over his back and stooped to the podium until hemorrhage was hospitalized. New Year's Eve, my father used only a dollar, bought a packet of biscuits to the children New Year. During a period of time, her father was also forced underground to work in rural areas. His father took off his shoes, went barefoot again, made the sunrise and sunrises, like an authentic peasant. One day, a farmer looks like a middle-aged man appeared in front of my house, a very splendid peach whole branch blocked the man's upper body, exposing only two muddy legs and a pair of broken straw sandals. Then, peach gradually moved away, exposing a black, red and black face, his face smile more brilliant than peach. "Daddy is back!" The children cheered and their mother burst into tears. Father holding high the peach, said: "You see, spring will come!" Until the late 70s of last century, my father returned to the teachers team, put on the leather shoes again. In the spring, walking in the streets of the town, he felt a thriving life blow to encourage mothers to open their tailor shops openly, innovative designs and honest service to make business more and more prosperous. A few years later, a small dwelling into the town's first three-story building, tailor shop into a garment factory. One summer night, my father put a pair of trinkets bought from Shanghai red T-shirt worn on my feet and said: "The leather shoes is a trifle, and Mom and Dad also train you three children to college!" The next ten years , My father really brought the three of our children and his innumerable students to college. Instead of wearing leather shoes, the father of Hmong is wearing a pair of sneakers, casual shoes and professional mountaineering shoes, wearing almost all of the mountains and rivers of the motherland. It is also ready to go around the world. In August last year, I took a special trip with my parents to Beijing to see the Olympic Games - men's track and field 100 meters pre-finals. Unfortunately, we only saw the half came out, my father said: "Well, foreigners are running there, no meaning. I want to see our Chinese people run!" So, the nest, the Flying Bolt is Breaking the world record, outside the Bird's Nest, one of his father's mother took a national flag, his face also affixed a national flag, POSE large photo miles. At that moment, I seem to see my father was blown bluestone blisters, his father tied the straw wood file ... ... At that moment, I seem to see that this pair of sandals, cloth shoes, wooden files, liberation shoes, shoes, feet How many hard times have passed, how much hardships have been tasted, how much glory and dreams have been there. Every step, so sure. Every step, step on the beat of the Republic giant.