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San Mao's prose occasionally see the "back" in the article entitled "The Story of shoes," is feeling very warm, it reminded me of my Nike Air Max shoes.

I like the white shoes from the elementary school began. Snow white shoes, often washed, dried and the white light is flashing eyes, lined with white socks, is really very clean and beautiful, and looked down when walking, they think that BARS dazzling white in the sun, to shake people faint halo, to shake the whole world has become a shining white. That walking posture, pace elegant, light up, and conscious personality and soul are a bit like high Shang Chunjie. My child is this kind of basic shoe, is still the way to school that one. Little world, in addition to family, school, no do not touch. Complex society, the vagaries of life, joy and pain, together with the parting, are the novel it appears. My life, like a pair of shoes like - a white.

While I like the white shoes, but the drawback is that it is easily contaminated, can not hide that flaw, to keep it clean and easy.

Between fleeting, I was a sophomore student of the life and ideas are no longer as simple as before, but I still love white shoes. And the former difference is that no one as I do like the white shoes, replaced by some surprising and puzzling in the eyes - why I still wear this now outdated shoes? That the price of less than ten dollars, and that simple pattern, how it will attract a soft spot for me? My answer is just a faint smile: "I like."

Yes, I like the Air Max 90 white shoes, I even like it to be a fantasy never as pure, honest, simple, natural child; frank their own piece of white, not dirty dust and shadow hidden ......

Along the direction of sunrise, I clearly see that wearing a red scarf, children dressed in white sneakers, on that familiar road, going farther and farther ......