Deep footprints

The mountains are filled with fragrant loess, spreading throughout the mountain. I gently stepped on the soft soil, leaving my deep footprints.

That time, my father took me to climb the mountain. He still chose a relatively steep road full of dirt.

At first, I didn’t think so, but I couldn’t do it, but it was drizzling, and when it was cold, it was a little cool, from the feet, to the body, to the head, and rolled up around me, making me unable to come, I am tight. Taking advantage of his father's hand, he followed him.

Rain, ruthlessly hit my white face, I step by step, one after another, stepping on the chestnut muddy loess, the surface of the shoe still has the soil that is unwilling to give up, the rain, seeping into the shoes, bursting unhappy The feeling was born, I struggled to pull my father to a nearby pavilion, my father looked at me, how active his eyes were, a round of crescent moon hung on his mouth, he stroked me, "child, bitter "I am nodding." My father nodded. The father raised his finger and went to the original road. "Child, do you see the four rows of footprints?" "Well, the biggest is yours, the smallest is mine!! "My father petted me with a slight smile and put me in my arms." Then do you see the rain left in your footprints? That is the fruit you have gained after going through the difficulties. Every footprint wants every difficulty, if you don't have to step on it. With the footprints, there is no water flowing in. Only if you persist in the end, success will be yours. If you are halfway, then the gains you have gained will disappear, just as the water in the footprints will disappear when the sun comes out!!" I Understand the non-understand nodded, but still the father of this intriguing turn, then credited heart. "Come on, we continue to climb the peak." This time, I did not resist, but against the drizzle, climb one step at a time, every step, look back at the footprints I have stepped on, smiled.

The wind, leaving a mark of vicissitudes on my snowy and sleek face, rain, slightly licking my bangs, the footprints I have stepped on, have been deeply engraved in my heart.

Junior High School, Nanhai District, Foshan, Guangdong, China: Pan Shengqiang