Everyone in heaven has leather shoes to wear.

When the father gave his son something, the son smiled; Father cried when his son gave him something.

When I was a child, an uneducated father educated his son: when he grew up, he wore leather shoes and became a city dweller. Father said that in his early years, he went to town to beg, and the dog bit him. He poked the dog stick into the dog's mouth and the owner kicked him with his feet in leather shoes.

In the rural areas of southern Shandong in the 1980s, leather shoes were still a rarity. "Big leather shoes, quack, get on the bus, no tickets!" Almost all the children can sing this jingle. For those mud legs who have worn sandals and cloth shoes for half their lives like their father, leather shoes are synonymous with eating spicy food and living a good life.

In my memory, the first time I wore leather shoes was in 1982. When I was 4 years old, I accidentally fell into my neighbor's sweet potato cellar while playing and broke my leg. My father dragged me to the county hospital 30 miles away with a platoon car. The doctor said that the child's leg could not be saved, and I was afraid of amputation. Father knelt down to kowtow to the doctor and knocked out a blood bubble. The doctor just sighed. My dad dragged me from one hospital to another like crazy-the child's feet are gone, so what can I wear leather shoes with?

Later, my desperate father hugged me in front of the old people in the suburban hospital. The old man pinched my leg several times and said that the child's leg could be cured. Father suddenly knelt down to Mr. Sheng again.

Children from poor families are tenacious. Brokeback people in several cities in the same ward can't keep stew, moss and white flour steamed bread every day. I ate sweet potato pancakes and pickles sent by my mother from my hometown, but my leg miraculously recovered. After staying for more than 20 days, the doctor informed us that we were discharged.

I stayed in bed for three months. One noon, my parents came back from the field and took me out to bask in the sun. There is a small pagoda tree in the yard. I held it, stood up slowly and tried to take a step forward. "I can go!" Hearing my shouts, my parents rushed out of the kitchen and saw me, tears welled up in their eyes.

At lunch that day, my father bought 50 cents of tofu, and the family improved their lives-in order to cure my leg, our family was already extremely poor. In the afternoon, my father went to town with a basket of fried peanuts instead of going to the fields. Every week after I leave the hospital, my father will go there, sell cooked peanuts in front of the workers' cultural palace, and then go to the hospital to get the medicine I used for a week.

It was dark for a long time that night, and my father came back with a frost. As soon as he entered the door, he came to my bed with a big smile on his face. He magically took out a pair of shoes from the basket-leather shoes, and took out my little feet from the bed, put them on me, and then enjoyed them with satisfaction. "My son can wear leather shoes!" He said to his mother.

I still remember clearly what my father looked like when he said that. My father's words gave me great motivation. A few years later, I went to school. Since the first grade of primary school, my grades have soared. In the first year of high school, people in several surrounding villages called me a college student in advance.

The 27th of the twelfth lunar month is a big party in our town. I wore slippers and washed my only pair of white sneakers for the New Year. Father killed a sheep at home and went to gather to sell meat for the New Year. In the afternoon, he bought a pair of leather shoes-actually artificial leather, and stepped into the door. They offered 20 yuan, and my dad made a counter-offer 10 yuan. Finally, the transaction was made with 14 yuan. When he was happy, he got two identical ones. Father refused to eat and insisted on riding a bike to change. When he came back, it was snowing heavily outside and the meal was already cold.

That's my second pair of leather shoes. Looking at my father with snowflakes hanging on his hair and eyebrows, I swore in my heart: I must buy a pair of real leather shoes for my father when I earn money in the future.

My 60-year-old father went to Tengzhou to collect junk without telling me. People throw away a pair of leather shoes as garbage. Father picked it up and prepared to go home to scrub it and put it on his feet for the New Year. In the evening, the family gathered around the fire to keep warm, and the father scrubbed his shoes like a child. I was a senior in high school that year, and my impression was the first pair of leather shoes he wore. But my father said that when he was young, he traveled all over the country and wore leather shoes when he arrived in Shanghai. Seeing that I didn't believe him, he was a little angry and said, "When your boy is promising in the future, buy me a pair of leather shoes, the best!"

I wonder if my father wore leather shoes when he was young. All I know is that my grandfather died early, and my father followed his grandmother around begging. Later, he took the burden of a peddler and walked the streets to earn money to support his young uncles and aunts, and made this his home. I didn't find my mother until I was in my thirties. The son hasn't grown up yet, and the father is old.

After graduating from college, I got my first month's salary and spent more than 80 yuan to buy my father a pair of leather shoes at a discount in department stores. Father doesn't want to wear it. He only wears it during Chinese New Year or when visiting relatives, so he puts it away. During the National Day holiday in 2002, my parents came to Jinan together, and my father wore the shoes I bought for him. They stayed at my house for a week, and then they yelled back. My dad said, what's good about leather shoes? Cover your feet! How to wear cloth shoes comfortably in my hometown? The father didn't know that the quality of the shoes his son bought was so poor that the good leather shoes didn't cover his feet. I just want to buy a pair of good leather shoes for my father. Two years have passed, leaving a lifelong regret for my son.

In March 2004, my father fell down on the way to visit relatives, and high blood pressure caused cerebral thrombosis. He lay in the hospital for a month and finally didn't stand up. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went back to my hometown from Jinan to see him. He was as thin as a man. He grabbed my hand and asked me to buy him that pair of leather shoes. Mother took it out of the cupboard and handed it to him. He cried with his shoes. Leather shoes are useless to him.

More than a month later, on the night of June+10/October 65438+February, my uncle's eldest brother called to tell me the news of my father's death. More than 400 miles, I rushed home crying. Mother said that when her father was dying, she put on his shoes and said, old man, you have left a disability in your life, so you must wear shoes to walk in that life!

That's an old pair of shoes I prepared for him a long time ago-a pair of cloth shoes. According to the custom of our hometown, people can't wear leather shoes when walking!

The day after my father was buried, I burned the pair of leather shoes and his clothes I bought for him at his grave. In the firelight, the scene that my father braved the heavy snow to buy shoes for me was shocking. Think of that sentence: when the father gave his son something, the son smiled; Father cried when his son gave him something. I can't stop crying.

Father, do you know? In the city, some people wear cloth shoes. Maybe only in that beautiful paradise can everyone put on leather shoes!