Do you still need to learn how to ride a bicycle?

After the two girls’ hard work and “discussing” with the state official on the phone again and again, I finally bought them a bicycle online.

When I got the bike back, I felt a little regretful when I saw the two girls looking so happy. If I had bought it earlier, wouldn’t their happy moments be longer?

In fact, I am not the kind of person who is particularly stingy with children. I just think that riding a bicycle is not a particularly safe thing, and the school also stipulates that students are not allowed to ride bicycles when going to and from school. But every time I see the girls’ classmates on weekends, most of them ride a bicycle to the house to play with them, but they can only be taken out by their classmates in turns, I can still clearly feel the two girls. The girl's desire for the bicycle was mixed with the vague regret in her heart. And the joy and freedom of the lively and lovely group of boys and girls riding bicycles are indeed super contagious.

Judging from our state at that time, the courage of today’s children is already great. No matter how old a boy or a girl is, they start pushing a bicycle that is not consistent with their height, and practice riding alone or with friends. It usually starts with the initial sliding with one foot on the pedal. , and then explore by yourself or share experiences with your peers. Anyway, the process of learning to ride a bicycle only takes three or two hours of hard work, which is many times easier than it was back then. At least it's much better than what I was back then.

I remember that I started riding a bicycle when I was already in junior high school. Because the school was seven or eight miles away from home, and I didn’t want to live on campus, my dad had no choice but to buy me a bike from the county town. A bicycle came back, which was smaller and more beautiful than his own permanent classic car.

When I bought the car and I didn’t dare to start riding it, my naughty brother pushed my new car around the entrance of the village and was riding on it when I came back. I was so envious and jealous at the time, but unfortunately I gritted my teeth and tried to push it around a few times, but I still didn't dare to put one foot on the pedal.

Later, when my father saw how timid I was, he shook his head and said that it would be better for him to teach me in the stupidest way. The so-called stupidest method is for him to sit on the back seat of the bicycle with his legs spread apart to prevent the bicycle from falling to the ground and help me hold the handlebars. I just need to sit on the cushion in front and hold the handlebars with both hands. Just use a little force to grasp the direction.

Most of the exercises were conducted in the evening, on a very large drying field used by the village's production brigade to dry rice. Every time, the two of them were covered in stinky sweat and couldn't see clearly. I didn't go back home until I was young. Of course, my dad was definitely more tired than me in that state. At that time, he thought that he would only practice for a day or two, so he quietly let go. When I got braver, he would do it. I will definitely be able to ride one. After all, riding a bicycle is not a high-tech thing.

Unexpectedly, the actual situation was far from satisfactory. One day, two days, three days and four days, I still didn’t know what to do after my father let go. I would lose my balance and fall down in a moment. , and every time this happened, my dad would rush up to me and help me hold the handlebar. In fact, thinking about it now, I don’t know how I could be so stupid at that time. Even my mother couldn’t help but say: “It only takes three mornings to teach a cow!” Of course, she was not talking about teaching a cow to ride a bicycle, but teaching a cow to ride a bicycle. Oxen plow the fields.

In the next few days, the whole family went out to teach me together. Occasionally, there were a few neighbors and folks watching the fun. Fortunately, it took about a week for me to finally be able to hit the road. . I will always remember the first time I hit the road. It felt like I was about to fly. Later, I flew with my classmates from the same village on the gravel and mud road in the countryside for a whole year, leading people to race cars and take shortcuts together. It was really a year of youth and wantonness, and many beautiful things traveled between the two wheels of the bicycle.

Until the second year of junior high school when I lived on campus, the bicycle was basically scrapped, and then I never rode a bicycle again, until today.

If during my later studies, I lived on campus and had no chance to ride a bike, then when I was working in a foreign country, there were actually times when it was particularly suitable to ride a bike. When I was working in Hangzhou, the company was not far from where I lived. Many young girls at my colleagues rode bicycles to come and go freely. I was envious of it at the time. There were also times when I couldn't help but push my colleagues' bicycles around the company door and wanted to go for a few laps, but I didn't dare to sit on them. Especially when I see a car or someone in front of me, I don’t dare to move. My colleagues keep laughing at me, saying that I have such long legs and I can’t handle such a small bicycle. The one who threw me is so tall and tall for nothing.

Look at my two little girls now. They are really much better than her mother. Not only can they figure out how to ride by themselves, they can also ride so well. Now both of them even started to laugh at me, saying "Do I still need to learn to ride a bicycle?", and they didn't believe what I said at all. I thought that I could still ride a bicycle at her grandmother's side. On the rugged mountain road, they took their grandmother and uncle at the same time, one sitting on the front bar and the other on the back seat.

It seems that when I have free time someday, while the two sisters are not here, I will have to push the bike out and practice hard. I really don’t believe it. I am a person with a basic foundation no matter what. And it’s still a very solid foundation. Is it impossible to regain the feeling of flying?