Barefoot

When I was a child, I was a child who liked barefoot.

All summer, I was a barefoot teenager with bare shorts. I like the feeling that my skin is completely exposed between heaven and earth.

At noon in the scorching sun, my parents asked me to go out to buy watermelons, so I went out directly. There are no straw hats or sandals. Walking in the sun, stepping barefoot on the dry and hard mud road, feeling the healthy temperature of the sun above, has a natural sense of comfort. The sun is fierce, direct to the ground, with dazzling light. There is no one in Shan Ye, and it is very quiet. Walking barefoot on a dirt road, I don't know why there is a hearty pleasure. Occasionally stepping on small and pointed pebbles is like nothing, and there is no special reaction. It is very sparse and common. It is a common skill unique to teenagers in Shan Ye.

On a rainy summer afternoon, after school, my companion and I went home barefoot under an umbrella and stepped on soft yellow mud. Playing with all the electricity encountered on the road. Let the cool stream flowing down from the hillside wash away the delicate feet, or stir them around in a dark puddle with your trouser legs to make them more muddy, or fly over and step on a smaller puddle and mischievously splash mud on your companions. Feet and feet are sometimes covered with mud and sometimes washed away by rain.

Or a stream near a lonely green forest, bright as a mirror, where you can see colorful round pebbles and small fish swimming freely. Roll up knee-high pants, go into the water to play and catch fish. The stream is cold, rippling on the skin like a kiss. There is no sediment at the bottom of the stream, and it will not be muddy when walking around. The foot board is very soft, ignoring the round and smooth cobblestone head. Clearly visible small fish peck your skin with their lips from time to time, as well as shrimps and crabs. Once they bite you with pliers, they won't let go. But it doesn't hurt much.

It's still autumn evening, the night is deep, the fields are empty, and there is silence between heaven and earth. A man leads a buffalo on a grassy ridge. Walking barefoot on the thick and dense grass feels a comfortable and soft touch. The swaying green bristlegrass on the roadside will gently brush on the calf. Itchy. Occasionally there are thorns, leaving a slight scratch on the ankle. I was in a coma, and it took me a long time to find that I was almost well. Or in the rainy and foggy morning, I take my hat and hemp fiber to herd cattle, and my feet shuttle on the dew-covered grass, covered with broken grass leaves and water droplets.

Barefoot all summer, let them grow with soil and plants in the embrace of nature, accept their kisses and touches, and accept sunshine and rain. I was barefoot until late autumn.

At night, the air gets cold. It's especially cool to put your feet on the ground or in dew grass. This tactile memory has always been profound.

Naive fantasy, if possible, walking barefoot in snowy winter. However, there is not enough temperature support.

I like the contact between bare skin and nature. Feet are the best medium. Or a dirt road scorched by the sun on a sunny day, or a cool stream in a mountain stream, or hairy weeds on a ridge, or a cool and smooth slate covered with moss in an alley, or soft and greasy mud in a lotus pond. ...

I like that my feet are covered with dirt and dust, and my toes are exposed to the sun and rain.

It is such a natural teenager who walks between heaven and earth.

There will be many dangers. Broken glass hidden in the road. Snakes. Stingo A sediment that will corrode your feet. But I will never be afraid of them, and I will never change my nature because of them. Barefoot has become a living habit, an attitude towards spiritual life, a respect, love and indulgence for embracing nature.

2

An unruly woman in the city writes books, and always writes about a woman who wears sneakers barefoot. This deliberately created small emotional appeal is worshipped and imitated by countless men and women living in colorful cities. And every time I see it, I smile. How can she feel the comfortable feeling that her skin grows in soil, vegetation and rain all day?

But I think I can understand. Civilization always fetters people's mind and body, and natural people always have to get rid of this bondage. Even the smallest detail. And this meticulous and meticulous construction has so easily touched those souls who yearn for freedom in reinforced concrete.

I just feel sorry for them, and I will never feel the original happiness of the child running barefoot in the field.

three

If barefoot represents a natural nature and a primitive happiness, then, more truly, it represents hardship and poverty.

On a sunny summer day, the terraces on the hillside of the field are full of water, muddy yellow, like a yellow mirror. In some fields, farmers are plowing the fields, driving the old cows with long whips, shouting loudly in their mouths, dragging iron plows to dig out pieces of muddy water and splashing it everywhere. In the sun, his bare bronze back and brown muddy water complement each other. Other young and strong men were jumping on the narrow ridge with their burdens, but their steps were small but very fast, and their mouths were still panting slightly. The burdens lightly bumped against their shoulders, making a babbling sound. Women are transplanting rice in some fields. The neat and bright green seedlings crawled in rows in the paddy field, and many women dressed in red and green gathered in twos and threes, laughing loudly and hearty, while transplanting rice quickly. Occasionally, a loud joke made the whole audience laugh. This is a picture of hard but pure and healthy labor in the sun.

I saw the dark night, and it was already dark. After ploughing, the old farmers carried their old wooden plows and led the strong old cows slowly home. Barefoot was weathered in the cold air in the evening. When I came to a pond, I walked down, washed the mud off my feet in the water and walked back barefoot. In the faint sunset, you can see that your feet are black, wide and rough. There is a tough texture.