Father's mud feet

(1) On the gravel road, thorns are everywhere, and my father strides barefoot. I was carrying a pair of blue shoes, trying to catch up, but I couldn't. A clump of branches tripped and I fell, and my father went further. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Dad, your shoes …" Then I woke up from my dream. Every time, my mother told me that my father never wears shoes.

Yes, my father doesn't wear shoes. Like many farmers, thick feet and thick toes, stepping on fields planted in spring and harvested in autumn, cutting firewood along mountain roads ... from morning till night, from spring to autumn-those muddy feet are always so dexterous.

When I was a child, I felt quite free and easy when I watched my father without shoes. Shopping, my father walked in the team of leather shoes and rubber shoes, and the pace was so steady. When I was sent to school, my father's muddy feet left wet footprints on the smooth stone road. I followed my father's thick footprints and felt very stable and safe.

Maybe I saw too many people wearing shoes at school, or maybe I was troubled by vanity. Gradually, I felt that I was barefoot, ugly and even rude, so I was a little dissatisfied with my father and refused him to take me to school. After living in high school, my father always comes to see me once in a while. Every time I see my father's feet stained with mud, my joy and thoughts turn into unhappiness and trouble.

One early spring evening, my father came to school again, and his feet were still covered with mud. As soon as I saw it, I was so angry and anxious that I didn't have time to make a phone call. I shouted to my father who came over, "Don't you come to school barefoot in the future?"

Father was silent for a while, smiled, took out a bag of peanuts from his canvas bag, and took out forty dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into my hand: "Take care, it's getting late, I have to go home." Say that finish, turned around and picked up the burden and left. My father's back is slightly hunched, and he jumps a little slowly. ...

When my father came to see me again, he was wearing a pair of brand-new blue cloth shoes. "Look, these shoes look good!" Father's happy expression, unable to conceal his excitement, did not surprise me, but he was at a loss, as if he had lost something. Later, my mother told me that my father came home wearing shoes, and his heels and toes were blistered and he could not walk for several days. My heart is bleeding.

Last year, I went to college. On the day I left for the north, my father took my mother's old suitcase, which she married barefoot, and took me to the county seat. I still walked as fast as before-I will never forget that scene.

That night, I had a dream. At the university graduation ceremony, I took the stage to receive the award. Thank you. Applause thundered, and I looked at the parents' seat in front of the stage with tears in my eyes. Among the people in suits and ties, a pair of thick, black mud feet came up to me on the bright red carpet. ...

1. Read the above silently at a faster speed and think about it: What scenes are described in the article with the clue of "father's muddy feet"?

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