繁华的都市,修鞋的人可谓满街都是,可我仍在找她……凛冽的寒风似刀割着我的脸,瘦小的我不是在家“赞叹”暖气,而是瞒着家人溜出来感受大自然(美丽的谎言)。忽然,我仿佛来到了北极,凛冽尖利的寒风钻进了我的脚底,我下意识地向下一望:“Oh,mygod!鞋烂了。”透过薄雾,隐隐约约看 In the bustling city, the person who repairs shoes is full of streets, but I’m still looking for her... The chilly wind is like slashing my face. I am not at home to “praise” the heating, but squat around the family. Come out and feel nature (beautiful lies). Suddenly, as if I had come to the North Pole, the swift and savage winds got into my soles. I looked down subconsciously: “Oh, mygod! The shoes are rotten.” Through the mist, the vagueness