A pair of slippers that was lost that summer

When I was a child, my family was poor, so I said that the slippers we wore now were the main shoes of our children in the summer, and the children of rich families, maybe there were two pairs of them in a summer, and I only had one pair, and when it was broken, there was no more.

Later, when I grew up, I wore those sandals around the age of 10, hard plastic, of the right size, and I was finely dressed. But at that time, when the adults in the family bought us, they often bought a larger point, in order to wear more than one year, they all said to wear small shoes to grind their feet, in fact, the shoes were the same when they were older, but it was rare to wear new shoes, endure the pain of the feet, and it was also happy. When the new shoes are also worn, the parents at home have a way to use the fire tongs to insert them into the burning honeycomb coal, take the red fire tongs, and burn the plastic. In the end, I really couldn't wear them, and I didn't know how many times I had been served by the great torture.

I remember the most poignant one, about the summer when I was about 10 years old, I was playing outside in slippers, and suddenly it rained, so I ran desperately home, and in the process of running, the soles and body of the two shoes were completely separated, and then I went home barefoot. When I got home, my mother saw that I had returned barefoot and asked me where my shoes had been lost. After hearing me finish, my mother was very angry and asked me to pick up the shoes back, and the bad shoes could be taken back and sold for money. I quickly braved the rain to run back to the place where I had lost my shoes, but I didn't find them. I guess I was picked up by someone else, am I sad? depressed? I don't know what kind of mood I slowly came home in, all I know is that it rained more heavily at that time...

20 years have passed, to the present this kind of worn-out shoes, I have to keep my mother at the end of the year to sell waste, walking on the street, seeing the empty bottle I want to pick it up, some time ago night dreamed, and dreamed of that summer of the year 10 years old, I was braving the rain to find the broken shoes, but still can't find ah, this time I cried very wantonly, cried very thoroughly, cried very painfully, the cry woke me up from the dream, woke my wife up, she asked me what was wrong, I just said that I had nightmares. However, although the dream woke up, I still couldn't stop the tears. I guess I left the tears of 20 years ago before I cried out...