footprints

The moon bends, reflecting some footprints in the mud on the side of the road, and I stop and observe carefully.

These two pairs of footprints should be a couple. The boy's feet are about the same size as mine, they should be 42 size big, and the girl's feet are smaller, maybe 35 sizes.

In the cold wind, the boy put his arm around the girl's waist, walking sweetly on the road, the girl's steps were a little messy, and her heart should have raced at that time.

I'm interested to know if you two are the girls the boys chasing first, or the girls chasing the boys first, and I want to hear your stories, and then use my bald pen to write your stories.

But I don't think I have this opportunity, but no matter what, since you two have joined hands, I wish you to grow old together and never be separated.

Ooh! What a big step! The owner of the footprints must be a night runner. You are listening to the music and moving forward, you are advocating for a healthy life, but you also don't forget to put safety first.

It's better to slow down on this dark road, even if you want to run, please avoid mud and slippery.

If you are a beauty, then don't come out at night, you can't see your beauty clearly when it's dark, but your graceful silhouette will attract a horse or even a pack of hungry wolves.

Handsome men also need to be careful, wolves have males and females, and the she-wolf is fierce, even the male wolf has to be called the eldest sister.

This man has three feet, it should be an old man, on crutches, going to a nursing home. He walked slowly, and every step was steeped in memories.

His former friends, family, and lovers are gone, leaving him alone.

The old man may make such a promise to his wife, "When you make money in the future, I will take you out on a trip." But when he made money, he replied coldly, "I'm so busy with work, how can I have kung fu, I'll talk about it later."

And after a while, it became the key to this life. The pile of red paper that I had so hard to get was only used to pad the coffin in the end.

Two pairs of big feet, with a small foot in between. A family of three, grandpa on the left and grandma on the right, holding small hands and walking on the way home.

Along the way, the grandmother asked this and that, shh

Grandpa reprimanded grandma on the spot, don't ask, go, go home and eat beef. The child was very happy, and said that grandpa is good, grandpa is the best.

This footprint is a child, and he is now in the fifth or sixth grade. I don't know if she is older and her parents are relieved, or there is no one at home, today she is alone with a heavy schoolbag, running on the road, in order to rush to a bus that has just entered the station, she almost slipped, and the "brake line" pulled the old man.

Child, you don't have to rush home, there is no one at home anyway, and no one will care about you even if you don't return all night. The last train is 10 o'clock, and it's not even 6 o'clock.

My footprints are also imprinted in the mud, but I have no story to tell, I am just a lonely walker, responsible for rubbing your footprints on paper.

- The second son of Xiqi

On January 22, 2018, on the way to get off work