Excellent composition: the story of bicycle

The world is changing so fast that people's lives have undergone earth-shaking changes in just one generation. It can be said that it is not what it used to be!

I remember when I was a child, there were few tractors, small three-wheeled, small four-wheeled wagons and passenger buses running to the county every day. And they all look shabby, and when they pass by, they will raise a lot of dust, which will make people's faces gray and hard to open their eyes. It seems that motorcycles appeared in the middle and late 1980s, so it goes without saying that bicycles were the most frequently used on the road at that time. At that time, when girls got married, bicycles were one of the three major items in the dowry. And cleaning and maintaining the beloved "forever" or "Phoenix" is definitely a very fashionable and comfortable thing! It will even attract envious eyes.

Hometown people call bicycles "pedaling bicycles", that is, bicycles with pedals. Literally, they are more intuitive and vivid than "bicycles". There are taxis in the city now. At that time, many people in rural areas also made a living by riding bicycles to solicit customers, which was the highest grade in that era and the only taxi configuration. A group of pimps crouched at a bus stop or market. Whenever a bus stops or pedestrians come, they immediately flock to it. Then he asked, "Boss, where are you going?" Then he said, "Come on, big brother, get in my car. My car is very good, and the cost is very low "... What's even more depressing is that some guys seem to know you very well, and my brother and uncle are so good that you can't bear to refuse. Some people carry their hands behind their backs, dragging their bags, and the most extreme thing is to hold your shoulders and push them to the place where they park. Involuntary choice makes people laugh and cry!

Nowadays, the wide and straight cement road in my hometown has two lanes in both directions, and the two cars are no longer entangled. In the meantime, all kinds of beautiful cars are running, and it is obviously OUT to go out by bike. But junior high school students still take this as the standard. Occasionally, they can see some families go for an outing and relax on weekends and holidays. Bicycle, as the main means of transportation, has become history, and its greater function has naturally become a sporting goods for leisure and fitness. But it is certain that no matter how the world develops, bicycles will never disappear from people's sight!

Looking back, I can't help but feel deeply that the interesting things related to bicycles are vivid and fresh in my memory.

At that time, bicycle beginners generally had sparring, and tied a wooden stick or board about half a meter long horizontally on the iron shelf in the back seat to play a leverage role, which was convenient for sparring to control the direction and grasp the balance. More importantly, even if you accidentally fall down, you can avoid the "hard landing" or rubbing your ankle caused by the direct landing of the bicycle, so that the practitioners are safe, the sparring people are relaxed, and your car can be protected! I remember learning to ride a bike when I was in the second grade of primary school. At that time, my parents were busy making a living. Maybe it was natural for them to learn to ride a bike. So no sparring, completely self-study. I can't have the slightest fear in the face of a 28-inch "permanent" short figure. First of all, I hold the handlebar tightly with both hands, with my left foot on the pedal and my right foot on the ground. After feeling a little, I tried to walk a short distance with my right foot suspended, even one meter, which was enough to make me ecstatic. The problem comes when I can walk around by bike. At that time, the car was relatively large, and the people in front of the frame could not sit on the cushion smoothly. I didn't dare to push too hard for fear of losing my balance. Later, I had a brainwave and used the principle of three-step layup in basketball to create my own stunt of "three-step cycling". First step on the ground with your right foot and your left foot, then quickly step on the protruding part of the central axis with your left foot off the ground, and then sit on the seat cushion with your right foot across the body, in one go! This method really works, and it is immediate. Don't mention how happy you are when you get up there. It feels good to be on top! Although I can only stand on tiptoe and step on my ass, I can also "control" my bike, which makes me feel extremely proud.

Accidents are inevitable when driving on the road. Bicycle brings me happiness and convenience, but it also makes me suffer a lot. Two of them are particularly unforgettable, both of which happened on my way to school in junior high school.

One morning, when I was about to start my bike, I found that the front wheel was flat. No matter how hard I tried to pump it up, the front tire was disappointing or flat. No way, time was tight, and the only way for students at the entrance to the village to go to school soon got a lift from Yongkang. I wrapped my schoolbag belt around the first half of the seat frame, and then sat in the second half with Yongkang's schoolbag in my arms. In this way, we marched to school with the school army in the morning.

The beautiful Jiucun Middle School is located at the foot of a mountain in the center of the town, built by the mountain, and the gate of the middle school is facing Jiuzhong Avenue. There are idyllic vegetable fields on both sides of the road out of the school gate. Less than 300 meters away, there is a No.9 Middle School Bridge. Under the bridge, the stream is gurgling and crystal clear, and on the other side, it is thin yellow transparent sand. Only in the rainy season can this stream be filled. The bridge is neither long nor wide. It is paved with gravel. The bus is coming, there are not many roads left, and there are no fences on both sides of the bridge. Crossing the bridge is a short and steep downward slope, which meets the T-junction of Fu Avenue at the bottom of the slope. So no matter which direction students come from, they have to go downhill to the intersection of T-junction and then turn left or right to get on the bridge. Yongkang pulled me to the bottom of the slope, and I asked, "Can I go up?" ? Why don't I come down first "No problem," he replied simply and confidently. After the car turned right, his ass quickly left the leather seat, his hands were propped up, his feet stood on the pedal and swayed from side to side, and his whole body began to accelerate rhythmically. When we were near the bridge deck, the "tragedy" still happened. The bicycle began to get out of control and the front of the car began to turn clumsily. Yongkang seems to have done his best. Before I knew it, the front wheel of the bicycle slipped off the bridge deck, and Yongkang and his schoolbag fell off the bridge one after another. Fortunately, the bridge was not high and the water was not deep, so he planted a drowned rat. When his schoolbag touched the sand, he stopped and floated to a place more than ten meters away. Fortunately, at the moment when the front wheel of the bicycle rushed off the bridge, I subconsciously grabbed the schoolbag and pressed it on the bridge deck, so as not to let the bicycle fall off the bridge, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable! Yongkang returned to the bridge, and I took his schoolbag to school to spread out the books to dry. Without saying anything, he hurried home to change clothes by bike. Whenever I recall this experience, I feel very sorry, and I feel extremely guilty about Yongkang's classmates, which bothers him.

There is a problem that human beings have not solved so far, that is, "which came first, the chicken or the egg", but an accident happened to me. I remember it was like the second day of junior high school. One day, I went to school at noon, and Shi Jing, Chao Shi and others rode bicycles to go to school, talking and laughing. When I passed a village, I saw a hen strolling leisurely on the road, in front of her baby children. My classmate rides a bike in front of me. Maybe the hen house is too big and the whole road is vast. He didn't slow down, picked up a gap among them and rushed straight over, scaring the timid chicken baby to run around, crying for mom and dad. This angered their mother. Out of maternal instinct, hens flapped their wings angrily and began to chase their classmates. But a pair of claws is no match for two round wheels. Seeing that the world was getting dark, the hen began to take it out on us and continued to take it out on us on the road.

Spreading its wings to the left for a while and then to the right, it seems to show us that it has the ability to defend its territory. While I was still laughing "Haha, hens are chasing the world", the tragedy happened. The hen rushed to the front wheel of my bike, and the whole left wing was wrapped with spokes and followed the wheel for half a turn. Although I rode slowly, the horror of the hen startled me. Looking at the chicken owner who heard the news, he tried to unload the hen on the wheel of my bike. It lay on the ground without the prestige it had just had, puffing and flopping painfully. There are many people watching. Running over a dead chicken is really interesting. They are all happily waiting for jokes. The chicken owner grabbed my schoolbag and wouldn't let me go. I know I'm in trouble, and my grievances are beyond words. At this time, it happened that an elderly woman in the same village came back from the market and stood on four wheels and saw this scene from a distance. She stopped the car and told the chicken owner my father's name. At that time, my dad was a little famous, so the man stopped giving me a hard time and let me go soon.

When I came home from school at noon the next day, my mother said that a man came in the morning and told me that I ran over his hen yesterday. Just as I expected. The man said that his hens are in their prime, and they can raise many generations of chickens for their families, and then the chickens lay eggs and the eggs hatch. In addition, the feelings are still there after raising, so losing chickens has suffered a lot and the loss is incalculable. What is even more pitiful is that those young birds have lost their mothers since childhood, and their young hearts have been greatly traumatized. I don't know when they will get out of the shadows. When it comes to emotion, my eyes are wet. My mother certainly understood his implication and lost him dozens of dollars, which was a lot of money at that time!

What happened to me about bicycles is naturally more than that, either interesting or sad. They often haunt my mind and make me have mixed feelings!

In fact, bicycles have never really left me in my life. He accompanied me to and from work and went out on business. Maybe it will accompany me through this life.