Heart whisper

Night is a poem, romantic and serene. Heart is a sea, gentle but powerful. Do unexpected setbacks and failures cool your heart? In fact, sincerity and love are around, with a lonely heart to find the warm harbor. Busy running and pursuit, it is better to slow down the pace of fine taste. Let\\\'s listen every Wednesday afternoon bring to you the program "Heart whisper". I\\\'m today\\\'s announcer MaLianghui.

Shoes

The 1970s and 1980s were an era and material scarcity.People\\\'s livelihood is hard to ensure, clothes and shoes more difficult to pay to, not pay attention to.Gorgeous clothes and beautiful shoes are the dream of our children, but my mother can do anything to make our brothers and sisters look beautiful.There were elderly grandparents and hchildren, and though the daily labor was hard, the mother stitched and mended under thelamp.Every time I wake up in a dream in the middle of the night, I always see my mother is still skillfully and swiftly moving needle and thread, humming a little song in her mouth, not a bit tired.At that time, our brothers and sisters often wore exquisite and beautiful cloth shoes, which attracted the admiration of many children. At that time, it was the capital of our brothers and sisters to show off.

In the late 1970s, I studied in a key junior high school at the county level.Our farm children will not wear warm shoes until the winter, a week is the liberation of shoes, and bare feet.One afternoon, the weather was suddenly cold, and the heavy snow began to fall in the dark sky. Soon the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the snow kept falling.In the evening, we, the thinly dressed peasant children, danced and ran along the corridor in our bare feet, in ourshoes, to ward off the cold.In the late night, many people in our dormitory were awakened by the cold.

The next morning, the snow is still floating in the air, under the eaves of theclear ice ling so long.Parents of many classmates rushed to school from home to bring clothes, socks and shoes to ward off the cold.When it comes to in the morning, I haven\\\'t seen my parents yet. There is a feeling of loss, melancholy and depression in my heart.In the cheers and exultation of my classmates, I looked very lonely.

Soon after the class, the teacher called me out of the classroom and met my parents in the hallway, a new quilt,clothes under his arm and holding new cloth cotton shoes, their and pieces, layers of thick snow to pat,to come to my front, put on a new clothes, took the mother\\\'s new cloth cotton shoes, see needle lines, wear on the foot, the warm from the soles of the feet are sall over your body.Tears streamed down my eyes as my father helped my mother away and from the school gate.After many years, I clearly remember the scene at that time. I still remember that when I put on the new cotton clothes, the warmth of the new cotton shoes was far less than the warmth of parents\\\' love for their children.

Later, I graduated from normal school, neotenous I assigned to more than one hundred from home in a school, school closed, the traffic isn\\\'t convenient, the life cannot provide for oneself, I became a mother\\\'s care, often say I am in the home, worry about me.I often go to the post office of letters to see if there are any letters I send to my family.Although it was the middle of the eighties, and the  life was not very rich, I had a modest and I could not make a living.On my dress like to fashion,  leather shoes and white, a job I bought, mother gave me the cloth shoes, to resist the cold winter, the students put on a clothes, wrapped in thick cotton socks, feet were a pair of cotton shoes, and I am still a suit and tie.When I sent my students to the school gate.

Twenty years have passed.A few years ago, I no longer feel leather shoes comfortable, warm, blunt, cooling feeling more and more, often one to winter, cold, the biting cold hit me, how I wish I have a pair of cloth shoes, can warm my feet warm.At home, I do not want to reveal the words, but mother in mind, every winter, she begged my cousin to make me a pair of cloth shoes, to meet my wish.Alas, the son again matter, in the mother\\\'s eyes is the most thoughtful thing.Now her mother was no longer, her eyes were dim, she could not aim them under the lamp, she could not make shoes.But the warmth of my mother\\\'s cloth shoes remained deep in my heart.

There are tears, laughter, pain and harvest in the past. It is a unique scenery in each person\\\'s life, when the noise due to quiet, when impetuous to peace, let\\\'s open the dusty the heart, in the choice of others experience, to find your life path. That\\\'s the end of today\\\'s program. I\\\'ll see you at the same time next week.

English announcer :MaLianghui

                                             2018.9.5

心灵耳语

夜是一首诗篇，浪漫而又安详；心是一片海洋，温柔却有力量。不期而至的挫折和失败，是否让你的心有些冷却？其实真诚和爱就在身边，用孤独的心灵去寻找温暖的港湾。忙碌的奔跑和追求，不如放慢脚步细细品位。让我们静静倾听每周三下午为大家带来的《心灵耳语》栏目，我是今天的播音员马良辉。

布鞋

　　 上个世纪七、八十年代，是经济落后、物资匮乏的年代。人们的生计难以保障，著衣穿鞋更难以讲究，不能讲究。华丽的衣裳，漂亮的鞋子是我们孩子梦中的奢望，我的母亲却能想方设法，把我们兄弟姐妹装扮得漂漂亮亮。家中上有年迈的祖父母，下有嗷嗷待哺的孩子，虽然每天的劳作很辛苦，但是母亲总是在昏暗的煤油灯下缝缝补补。我每每在半夜梦中惊醒时，总看到母亲还在熟练敏捷地运针拉线，嘴里哼着小曲，没有一丝倦意。那时我们兄弟姐妹常常穿着精致漂亮的布鞋，惹来不少孩子钦羡的目光，在那个年代，它是我们兄弟姐妹炫耀的资本，最高兴的事儿。

　　 七十年代末，我在一所县级重点初中读书，离家有二十多里。我们农家孩子不到寒冬，不会穿保暖的鞋，一星期就是解放鞋，而且是光脚。一天下午，天气骤寒，阴沉的天空飘起鹅毛大雪来，不一会儿，地上就铺上了一层厚厚的雪，而且雪一直飘落不停。晚上，我们这些衣着单薄的农家孩子，光脚穿着解放鞋在走廊上跳着、跑着，驱逐寒冷。晚上下半夜，我们寝室里很多人被冻醒，我感觉被子冰凉冰凉，飕飕凉风直往被子里钻。

　　 第二天清早，雪依然在飘飘洒洒，屋檐下晶莹剔透的冰凌儿好长好长。许多同学的家长纷纷从家里赶到学校，送来驱寒的衣物、袜子、鞋子。到了下早自习，我还未见我的父母，心中有一股失落、惆怅、沮丧。在同学们的欢呼雀跃声中，我显得十分落寞。

　　 上课不久，老师叫我出教室，在走廊上见到了我的父母，腋下夹着新被子、新棉衣，手里拿着新布棉鞋，他们头上有零碎的雪花，来不及拍打身上的层层厚雪，急切地来到我的身前，穿上新棉衣，接过母亲手中的新布棉鞋，看到均匀的针线纹路，穿在脚上，阵阵暖意从脚底散遍全身。当父亲搀扶着母亲渐行渐远，一直消失在校门口时，我的眼泪禁不住簌簌而下。 时隔多年，我清晰的记得当时的情景，我依然铭记着，当时穿上新棉衣，新布棉鞋的温暖远不及父母对儿女爱的温暖。

　　 后来我从师范学校毕业，稚气未脱的我分配到离家一百多里的一所村小，学校闭塞，交通不便利，生活不能自理的我成了母亲的牵挂，在家里时常念叨我，担忧我。经常跑到村上信件寄存点，看是否有我寄给家里的书信。虽然那时已是八十年代中期，物资生活不是很富庶，但是我有一份不薄的薪水，生计不成问题。 我在衣着打扮上喜欢追逐时尚，锃亮的皮鞋，雪白的球鞋，一参加工作我就购置了，母亲给我的布鞋，我觉得老土，就挂在门后，很少去穿它。 记得刚刚分配出来的那学期，时序已入隆冬，寒风呼啸，大自然仿佛蜷缩一团，严严实实包裹着自己，抵御着寒冬，学生们穿上臃肿的棉衣，裹上厚厚的棉袜，脚上都是一双棉鞋，而我依然是西装革履。当我把学生送到学校门口时，远远的看见一个熟悉的身影，定睛一看，原来是母亲。

一晃二十多年过去了。前几年，我感觉皮鞋不再舒适、温暖，生硬、僵冷之感越来越明显，每每一到严冬，冰凉、刺骨的寒冷侵袭着我，我多么渴望有一双布鞋，可以温暖温暖我的双脚。在家中，我无意透露的话语，母亲却牢牢记在心里，每每入冬，她就央求我的表姐给我做一双布鞋，来满足我的心愿。唉，儿子再不经意的事情，在母亲眼里是最经意的事情。现在母亲已经手脚不再灵敏，老眼已经昏花，无法在白炽灯下对准针眼，再也不能做布鞋活儿了。可母亲的布鞋带给我的温暖却深深留在我的心坎上。

往事有眼泪，有欢笑，有痛苦，也有收获。它是珍藏在每个人生命中的独特风景，当喧嚣归于宁静，当浮躁归于平和，让我们打开尘封的心灵，在别人经历的选择中，找寻你的人生轨迹。今天的栏目到这里就要结束了，让我们下周同一时间再见。

英文播音员：马良辉

2018年9月5日