生命中存在着许多感动,只是经过风霜雪雨的侵袭,沟沟坎坎的磕碰,我们的心灵不再明澈如镜。蒙尘日久的心灵无法被生活的细节所震荡,几近干涸的泪腺又怎能滤出心灵深处的甘泉呢?在我的鞋柜里有儿子五岁时的一双布鞋,白底黑面方口的那种.很土气也很古朴,我一直舍不得丢弃。与其说它曾经是儿子的一双鞋,倒不如说它是我的一个纪念品更为准确。因为这双鞋儿子从来没有 There are many moving in life, but after the ups and downs of invasion, ditch Cankan bump, our mind is no longer clear as a mirror. Dust of time can not be the soul of the details of life by the shock, almost dried up the lacrimal gland how can filter out the soul of the Oasis? In my shoe a son of five years old when a pair of cloth shoes, white black side The kind of mouth very rustic very ancient, I have been reluctant to discard. Instead of a pair of shoes that used to be his son, might as well say it is more of a memento. Because this pair of shoes son never