我家楼下有一家妈妈常去的小修鞋店,我每次经过那里,总会掩着鼻子,快步逃离它混着皮革与油墨的怪气味。它的门面黑洞洞的,跟周遭的堂皇格格不入。一天,妈妈想起有一双鞋的后跟断了,但煤气灶上炖着鸡汤,她走不开,便让我带去修一下。我极不情愿地拎着鞋,下楼,第 Downstairs there was a small shoe store frequented by my mom. Every time I passed by, I always covered my nose and walked away from the weird smell of leather and ink. Its facade dark, incompatible with the throne around. One day, my mother remembered that there was a pair of shoes heel broken, but the gas stove stewed chicken soup, she can not go away, let me take to repair it. I reluctantly carrying shoes, downstairs, the first