我是一双红绣鞋。六十年前的一个春夜,油灯将尽未尽时,我的主人—一个待嫁的苗女,把那根红丝线在指间一绕,打了个结,放在唇齿间轻轻一咬,算是完成了对我最后一针的刺绣。她取出另一只绣好的鞋,将我的左右脚合在一起。油灯下,我搁浅在桌面上,像两只小红船,两朵百合在我身上绽放如春。待嫁的 I am a pair of red embroidered shoes. One spring sixty years ago, the oil lamp will do its best when my master, a seedling girl to be marryed, wraps the red silk thread around his fingers, makes a knot and puts it gently between his teeth Bite, be completed the last needle on my embroidery. She took out another good embroidered shoe and put my left and right feet together. Under the oil lamp, I ran aground on my desk, like two little red ships, two lilies blooming like spring on me. To be married