I remembered the school rules, there is a rule that girls can not wear high heels.
So, after training that day, I turned out the broken shoe box and looked straight at the pair of black and white heels. I saw them at the mall when the snow was drifting, and I remembered how funny I looked in the window glass. I just stared at it until my companion hurriedly pulled me away.
The next day, I secretly took my pocket money and went to the mall again, and I don't think I'll ever forget how I stood in front of the sales clerk at the shoe store and looked at her in shock. How much I wanted to laugh. I don't think I'll ever forget the fall I took as I bought the shoes and fled in haste. I'm afraid I can still feel the burning stares of passersby to this day.
I was like a thief, my heart trembling with fear for a long time. After all, I didn't have the courage to put on those high heels. So it was placed under the pile of books, hiding the light that would have been there.
That was my absurdity,
dreaming that it was Cinderella's crystal shoes.
I longed to wear it for a dance,
just to fulfill my own desires.
No one knows,
the struggle within me.
Juggling two sides of youth
--- pain
Unconsciously this pair of shoes will be shelved by me for a year, forgotten in the abandoned corner of the dust corrosion. So when the teacher read out that school rule in Mandarin, the memories came flooding back.
"Hey! Brother, I remember you" is what I said to it.
The sound of my mom's footsteps on her heels rang out, and I put my shoes down and opened the door. To the face of the powder makeup said; "Ha, here is a pair of high heels new, you want to wear it" mom is taking off shoes, I watched her struggle to draw her feet out of the high heels looked up at me, shook his head and said; "Which picked up to come, I have enough shoes. You keep it," said and went back to the room with bare feet.
I looked at the pair of high heels out of the red marks of the feet gradually away, said down; "Forget it, I die do not want to wear"
Home only left my sister and I when I turned up the volume of the soft music in the whole living room echoed, heh! I guess I'm afraid I misread soft! My sister was going to class, she was squatting in front of the shoe cabinet looking for something, she seemed to be talking, but I didn't hear her. I only saw her laboriously shaking out all the shoes in the shoe cabinet, and finally found the pair of leather shoes she was very satisfied with, and then stepped out of the door with broken steps. Shoes were lying in disarray in front of the door, including my black and white heels. Black and white shoes like a discarded doll lying quietly.
A long time passed, and I walked magically into the shoes, squatted down and sat on the cold floor, squeezing my feet into the black and white leather. The shoes didn't fit, and I watched mournfully as my feet curled up in them. Then got up and took one step, then another. Pain hit my heart. Soft music was still playing in the living room. I guess I wasn't as bad as my mom when she said, "Don't wear it if you're dead." Hey, I was a bad liar.
I think I was dancing, dancing in heels. Listening to the music echoing, I broke through my last hesitation and danced alone to the same dance I learned last year. The silhouette on the glass, the movement is a little hard. It looked a little funny. There was a little more pain in my feet, but I danced as hard as I could. Listening to myself, I will never forget this solo show for the rest of my life. I can't forget my youth dancing in high heels for the rest of my life. Look, I'm dancing, dancing in high heels.
Postscript;
I was alone in reading aloud the school rules, and the pair of black and white high heels seemed to be lying in the trash. It was perhaps mournful, perhaps sad. The black and white colors mocked my youth and ridiculed my absurdity.
"Hey! You know what, I had a dream yesterday that I was dancing in high heels! That's funny eh." This is how I said goodbye to it.
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Every youth has pain.
I think a lot of people read this article and still don't understand the true meaning of this article. In fact, what I want to express in this article is that no matter whether it is a flat heeled shoe or a high heeled shoe, there is a desire for it to exist in the youth. I bought those shoes out of desire. And also sold that last past.... Ah ah ah! I'm getting confused. Forget it. You can experience it yourselves!