After the winter, spring was omitted, and it was another summer.

When I was a child, I was not allowed to play barefoot, saying that I would grow up to become Xie Dajiao, but I was suspicious but still couldn't help but secretly run around barefoot.

When I came home from school, I parked under the Yangtze River Bridge on my bicycle, threw away my schoolbag, took off my shoes, walked barefoot on the hot asphalt road, grass, and soft mud to the river, blowing a cool breeze on my head, dissipating the heat and irritability on my body, and together with my good friends, I put the wicker I picked up with white daisies, braided them into a wreath of strange flowers, and put them on each other's heads, laughing at each other's funny appearances. As the cool breeze gradually became mixed, we walked down the stairs back to our respective bicycles, picked up our school bags, threw our shoes into the crate, stepped on the pedals with our bare feet, and sang discordant songs all the way home, until we quickly put on our shoes when there was no one at the door.

I don't care that the footboard is already stained with mud and grass juice, and small gravel.

The smell of summer is strong, and in the smoldering air, there is an occasional smell of sadness. One day by the river, a finless porpoise carcass was found, all black, with a crack on the body that was no longer fresh blood, although it did not decay, but it still attracted a lot of green-headed flies. The figure that used to be vaguely visible only in the early winter, foggy morning, is now lying without breathing under my eyes, yes, I have looked forward to the day when I can see the finless porpoise clearly, and the hope is only half realized, or half of the sadness.

It's good that the misfortune only happened once!

On the hottest day of summer, we no longer just sit on the rocks by the river and draw on the white sand with long sticks. Instead, we mustered up the courage to approach the river, stepped on the stones in the cold water, a gust of wind blew, or a boat passed by, and the river water that was raised from a distant layer of lying down and falling down to us rushed towards us, covering the instep of our feet, refreshing to our hearts. Squatting down, he found strange and funny pebbles in the clear water, and happily put them in his pocket. It was very quiet, except for the sound of water lapping against the stones and the wind blowing through the willows.

After a while, the sound of laughter in the distance reached the ears of those who were enjoying the peace, and suddenly two more women and a man happened to meet me and my friend.

They walked towards the river, and soon played with the water, sprinkling the water on each other's bodies, and the boy even went deeper into the water. In contrast, we are much more timid than them. The river continued to rush to the shore wave after wave, I don't know when, one of my shoes floated on the tip of the wave, dancing with the wind and water, when the wave retreated, took away my shoes, the slightly blown shoelaces seemed to lie in my farewell, I was stunned to stay in place, stunned to look back at the only one shoe lying alone next to a push of sand, after a few seconds, the boy sneered, and then intensified the wild laughter. I glared at him, but I couldn't say anything to return my shoes, and he was unmoved by my anger. It is also possible that the backward wave will come back, I thought so at the time, and I was not afraid to grab a floating branch and walk forward, and the wave that ran with my shoes was really as I thought, and came back. It's just that it's still too far away from me, and my courage is not enough to let me go that far. The boy snatched the branch from my hand and strode towards my shoe, the rolled up wave swept over his trouser leg raised high, and the water droplets from the top of the wave wet the corners of his clothes, and he managed to pick up the shoe. But when he came back, he threw his shoes at me so high that I almost fell into the water when I caught them. I continued to glare at him, snorted through my nose, grabbed my shoes on the ground, and went home.

Although unpleasant and sad things happened to the barefoot girl, when the memory is filtered, the rest is what you want to remember.

In summer, it is most comfortable to be barefoot.