记忆中,父亲的脚很大,宽厚而结实。每到夏天,父亲总是光着脚踩在田间地头,潮湿的泥土上印出一双双又大又宽的脚印。那时,我总爱跟在父亲后面,将小小的脚印叠合在父亲的大脚印里,也在田野里“画”出一行行歪歪扭扭的“地图”。在酷热的天气里,滚烫的石板路上总能听到父亲“咚咚”的脚步声,铿锵有力,像在擂鼓。每当我做错了事,这面“大鼓”就仿佛擂在了我的心头。那时的父亲年轻力壮,做事雷厉风行,对子女的要求也很严格。他那响亮 In memory, my father’s feet are large, generous and strong. Every summer, his father always barefoot in the fields, the wet soil printed a pair of large and wide footprints. At that time, I always loved to follow behind my father and put little footprints in my father ’s big footprint, and in the fields I also painted a crooked map. In the hot weather, the hot stone on the road can always hear his father “pound ” footsteps, sonorous and powerful, like in the drum. Whenever I did a wrong thing, this side of the drums seemed to be my heart. At that time, his father was young and energetic, his work was vigorous and resolute, and his children’s requirements were very strict. He is loud