Xu Sanduo was walking to the Wang family carrying a hoe when he saw a man limping out of the field. The instep of his left foot was round and swollen, and the shoes he was holding in both hands reflected a little bit of sunlight.
The railway likes the primitive feeling of barefoot contact with the earth, but this time it is disturbed by a small insect. When walking out of the field, I see a young man standing on the ridge of the field looking at his feet. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the white teeth, which is not dazzling.