Roewe RX5, a meeting, a pile of touching, there is no reason to be so shy again.

2065438+March 23rd, 2006 is the day when I registered in car home. I chose to post this post on March 23rd to make it more meaningful. It's the 4th anniversary of meeting my family. Visiting car home every day has become one of the best habits I have adhered to for four years. Although I lacked the enthusiasm to write something later, it is enough to prove that I am an out-and-out die-hard fan by clicking on the posts of various gods every day, enjoying beautiful pictures and learning the experience of using cars. On weekdays, I don't participate in many activities. Although I often pay tribute to the sacred posts, I am ashamed of my language organization and copywriting ability. I am used to reading the works of the Great God, and I know that even if I write something, it is difficult to be elegant, so I have almost no impulse to write. Recently, I happened to see the essay activity of 15 anniversary, and I seriously thought about it. No matter how I plan, it is difficult to have shocking stories and articles. As a layman, I shouldn't think too utilitarian from the beginning. People are always used to running away. I've been used to it for a long time. I don't want to turn this page again this time. Besides, as a student, I was once a literary youth who was worried about adding new words. I'm not very good at talking in my life. There is no reason to be so shy in this world of words. After careful consideration, I recently went through a nationwide battle against the COVID-19 epidemic, and I really have something to say. It's a good opportunity to throw a brick to attract jade, to express one's feelings and not to dispute likes and dislikes.

I have saved a lot of gifts from car home in recent years, and this is only a part!

Originally, I wanted to turn out all the objects I praised in recent years and take a family photo, but after a long time, many boxes could not be found. That's a real pity.

Self-isolation at home for more than a month. On February 26th, I finally received a notice to return to work. I have mixed feelings. This is a contradiction unique to my age and status. Half of them are childish and don't want to go to work. They want to sleep until they wake up naturally, and then play games until they throw up. The other half is the helplessness and responsibility of the married man, who has to move. Afraid that I couldn't get up, I made a set of KEEP the night before. Although lack of oxygen to doubt their own lives, but still self-righteous lost several pounds. ? Then, the days went back to the past, as if this "war epidemic" had never happened. On the way to work at 7: 40 in the morning, the long-lost sunshine not only illuminates the road, but also illuminates the hearts of the people of the whole country. The haze in COVID-19 is dissipating. One good news after another on the car radio, accompanied by the sunshine of the journey, also makes me feel like a spring breeze. Maybe I want to hear more good news. These days, on the way to and from work, I seldom listen to music, but listen to the radio. Coincidentally, none of the local radio entertainment programs I usually listen to have returned to work. They are all those circulating BGM programs, and no one is listening. When I was transferred, only Yang Guang's "Voice of China" column left a good quality, so those clear-cut words became my companions on the way home from home. ? I don't know when it started. In the morning program, there is an extra column called Diary of an Angel, which is a special report launched by Voice of China Radio, telling a little-known true story about the front line of fighting the epidemic. The program is carried out in the form of self-reported diaries of medical staff, men and women, old and young, from all corners of the country, with various accents, so real that it seems that he or she is sitting in your co-pilot and reading and writing for himself or herself. What's even more exaggerated is that I, a 30-year-old gentleman, listen to this program almost every day, and my eyes are filled with tears. I can't imagine that this man sitting at his desk just shed tears in the car at 8 o'clock every day. But he must wipe away his tears and smile as if nothing had happened. Alas, life makes us even have no courage to cry. ? Just like a comment that is often brushed in short videos, it may be old and the tears are extremely low. A little emotional, tears can't be controlled. I think I also have my patriotic enthusiasm, pride and pride as a son of China and a descendant of the Chinese people. This "war epidemic" has taught more people to be patriotic and United, and I am no exception. At the same time, I am grateful and moved to angels in white who fought in the front line of the epidemic. After listening to their ordinary and great stories, I know that we should be glad that someone is carrying a heavy load for us, and that we are all in this land with temperature like their lovely ones. Thank you angels in white, thank you angel diary, thank you my good pony, thank you my motherland!

Diary of an Angel —— Phonetic Narrative of Front-line Workers in the Fight against Epidemic Diseases. This is the slogan of this column.

My wife is a doctor, which I have always been proud of. Recently, because of the epidemic, this feeling is particularly great. At the beginning of the outbreak, my wife who worked in the hospital predicted that the Spring Festival holiday would be ruined again. I comforted her, too. It's okay. At most, she will take a vacation and have time to rest. Sure enough, the epidemic is fierce, and then there is the work notice of the hospital. The doctor's busy work and night shift make her look even more pitiful. Now that the hard-won holiday is gone, you can imagine how lost she is. ? The epidemic is getting worse every day. Seeing that the number of confirmed cases is rising every day, I feel nervous. My family and I are fine, so I have to stay at home. But she has to go to work every day and has been in contact with patients. We are all worried about her safety. During that time, various protective measures were harsh. Going home is like going to the hospital, washing hands, spraying disinfectant, wiping hands, changing masks, and a series of things. Fortunately, until the end, there was no epidemic here, and proudly, she was also one of the efforts to achieve this result. ? Another embarrassing situation followed. I usually drive to and from work. Although she passed the exam, I seldom let her get started on weekdays. I never wanted her to take the risk. The place where we work is on the road, so there is no need. Now, I don't have time to go to work, and I live an isolated life at home alone. In the first few days, I was able to pick up and drop off every day. Later, the control of the community was stricter, which was inconvenient. So, she began to try to drive herself to work. At first, I was very uneasy. I always sent her to the car long distance. Later, slowly, she was so brave. The epidemic gave her another skill, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad. ? My RX5, a car of the same class, has a large wheelbase, reaching 2700 mm The whole car looks bigger from the outside, and my wife's thin body sits in it, which is inexplicably sad. I should thank my car for taking care of me. If it can understand, I want to tell it that you are not only guarding a small family, but also guarding a country and a part of the tens of millions of troops fighting the COVID-19 epidemic at this special moment. Luckily, you were there to protect my family and my "angels in white".

Pray for Qian Qian's selfless dedication to "angels in white" in this "war plague".

To me, the word "nine to five" is neither good nor bad. The salary level of the fourth-tier small county actually makes me feel a little entangled and embarrassed. When I graduated from college and drifted north, I still had ideals and ambitions. I was miserable and handsome. I didn't go back to my hometown. I didn't go back to my hometown with splendor. I quietly returned to this lovely and irritating hometown. It was so lifeless that it was completed for several years. I've been wandering around for a while, and I've done several jobs. I don't know if it's my scholar's spirit, ambition, limited ability and nothing. Finally, I struggled with food and clothing and famine. In the eyes of others, I envy the life of providing for the aged, and I have lived ahead of schedule. I hate myself. I have no choice. This is the contradiction of a 30-year-old man, which makes people crazy. ? Last September, the work was suddenly transferred. Like a border soldier, I was assigned to the "frontier". Such a description may be inappropriate or even cruel to my current leaders and colleagues, but for me who is still a little youthful and frivolous, my initial feeling is really true. In fact, there is not much improvement in work, or even no change at all. I have become more "idle". What is more unforgivable than this is that I silently accepted all this and let myself fall, which may be a better expression of this mentality. ? Then, suddenly one day, somehow, perhaps the prodigal son is about to return, I decided to do something with my spare time. I downloaded the APP and registered the DD network car driver. Although it is a bit "unreasonable" to use this car to open the network to get a car, I still did it. I started my journey as a taxi driver. Turn on the software after work every day and become a hard worker who shuttles through the traffic. ? During this period, I am also diligent and conscientious. I have been looked down upon by taxi drivers and met passengers who want to hit people. However, I was also moved and gained something. The business volume in the small town is pitiful, but I still make oil money. Fortunately, I don't hate driving. I should say I like the feeling of staying in the car. During this time, the car is more like an old friend, silently accompanying, paying and working hard. It greets and serves all kinds of people with me and accepts thanks and blessings together. Speaking of being together, I should thank you for the RX5 you gave me these days. Since the outbreak of the epidemic, I stopped this "interesting" job for the safety of myself and others. I think, when the spring blossoms and the epidemic is over, I will be a taxi driver again, accompanied by a good pony, and the journey will never be lonely.

Although my online car experience is short, I should be a competent driver!

This story is a bit abrupt, and I don't know how to integrate it into the whole article after thinking about it. On second thought, it was originally scribbled, and the central idea was to express the experience or interesting things of people and cars. In this way, it is much more comfortable. The story came from an accident, and I still feel a little guilty and uneasy in retrospect, because my behavior may have hurt a very precious innocence and conscience of this society. I hope this joke can comfort my sense of shame, and I hope the world will have more conscience and innocence. ? That night, as usual, I parked my car on the side of the road outside the stadium, because it was not a weekend, and it was cold and tight with the coming of deep winter. There are few people in the stadium and few cars on the roadside. When parking, I simply crossed the gate and didn't stop along the road as usual, which also laid the groundwork for what happened later. I picked up the basketball and went to the basketball court only one block away to play it myself. This is the second good habit I have adhered to this year besides looking at the house. Not long after, two little boys, one big and one small, wandered back and forth on the playground, looking for something. Because there are few people, it is particularly eye-catching. At first, I didn't care. I think these two little guys must have lost their basketball, because it often happens, especially at night. Don't ask me why. You may never understand the purpose of putting two basketballs in the trunk. Two poor little guys, if they can't find the ball, they will be scolded by their parents if they go home like this. I think so. ? After a while, I was sweating profusely. Two little boys who had just "looked for the ball" suddenly came up to me and asked me a little uneasily, "Uncle, is that car parked outside the road yours?" When my heart tightened, I probably had a premonition of what had happened. "Yes, I said." "Uncle, I'm sorry, I just accidentally hit your car when I poured the electric car. Please have a look. " I'm a little depressed, but I pretend to be calm. I picked up my basketball and clothes and walked to the car, followed by two little guys silently. ? The moment I saw the car, I felt a little heartache. The two strip depressions in the left back door are extremely obvious, and there are some scratches. The paint has come off. I looked at it for a while and turned to ask them what was going on. These two little guys didn't come this far. It turns out that this is an elder brother. My brother in junior high school took his brother who didn't seem to have been to school to ride an electric car to the stadium to play. The car is parked near the playground gate, perpendicular to my car, and the ground is a little inclined. When I was ready to go home, maybe the tram was too heavy for him. I wanted to reverse the car and turn around and leave. I didn't want to lose control of the slope, and my car butt hit the door directly. Now that you mention it, the reason is clear. I was a little speechless at the moment and didn't know what to do. ? The younger brother stood behind him, clutching his skirt with one hand and biting his mouth with the other, while the younger brother stood by like a troubled child, waiting for his elders to reprimand him. I can't stand it. I said softly, "What do you think?" My younger brother is faltering and at a loss. I thought for a while, took out my mobile phone and asked a mechanic WeChat video I knew before how much it would cost to fix this situation. The mechanic watched it through the video and said it needed painting. Need 300-500 yuan. Both children have been watching. I turned around and said, in this case, my uncle's car is not a luxury car, but it has to be repaired if it is touched. You can repair it or pay 300 yuan. The two children are still a little embarrassed. My brother turned over his mobile phone for a long time before saying, "Uncle, I have no money either. So, can I make up an excuse to ask my parents for 300 yuan for you tomorrow? " Now I'm worried. The boy didn't play any tricks. On second thought, they just wandered around the playground for a long time looking for the owner, so kind, there should be no tricks. I left his phone number and added VX. To be on the safe side, I left a back way, let him take out his mobile phone, find his father's phone number and write it down. If I leave, I will have a retreat. With a nervous mood, I let two little guys go ...? The next morning, 10, I received a phone call. A boy at the other end of the phone said to me in a cheerful voice, "Uncle, I transferred the money to you on WeChat. Look!" After hanging up the phone, I looked at WeChat, and sure enough, he turned to 300 yuan. Somehow, this orange transfer box, which I usually look forward to seeing, seems a little different. I imagine what kind of reason this boy made up after he came home, and how he felt so responsible when he "cheated" 300 yuan. I don't know the exact time ...? I was moved for a while and wrote a few words: "You learned from your mistakes, but I praise you for taking responsibility. You should be careful when cycling and driving in the future. " Besides, I really don't know what to do with such a conscientious person. In the days to come, whenever I think of it, I will be moved by it. If I were a little more atmospheric and free and easy, I would like to go back to the past, touch his head, tell him it's okay, pay attention to safety in the future, and then drive away smartly. That scene must be awesome!

After careful polishing with scoring wax, some small scratches are basically invisible, but the dents left are still clearly visible.

Looking through the chat records, I found the records at that time, which was inexplicably moved.

That's great. The 4th anniversary of meeting your family and the 5th anniversary of meeting your family/kloc-0 make these words more meaningful. Yesterday, I came home and passed downstairs. I happened to find that the peach blossom at the foot of the building was actually in bloom. If my wife hadn't reminded me, I really hadn't found it. Just as the two children were about to fold flowers, the wife hurried forward and stopped softly. I stood on the other side of the road and stared at it for a while, some comfortable and some warm. Finally, the panic of COVID-19 epidemic almost ended, and the number of people on the street gradually increased. People are talking, fighting, smiling, life is back to the original calm, and the world is safe again! ? I dare to learn from Su Dongpo, put my feelings on the scenery and articles, and write down these messy words while the spring is blooming, to commemorate my 4th anniversary with my family, my lost youth, my beautiful memories with my car and this special spring in 2020!

"Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun." I compare my car to "Wang Lun", and it is a blessing to get a bosom friend.

"In April, the world is beautiful everywhere, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple."

"Peach blossoms are blooming outside the window. I'm coming with a jade man for a year."

"Snow and frost made me feel weak, and only peach blossoms bloomed for the second time."

At the end of the article, we simply appreciate a group of beautiful pictures. Both the disabled party and the mobile phone have added filters. I am quite satisfied with this set of photos. I hope you like it, support it and comment on it!

The car model I wanted most was finally replaced by the points I had saved for a long time in the club.

I have to say that the workmanship of this small E car model is really impeccable.

The large mesh grille in the front face is much more handsome than my small mesh.

The side lines are beautiful, revealing a sense of dignity.

The four doors and trunk doors can be opened, the steering wheel can be turned, and the tires are also damped, which is very shocking.

Even the internal details are well done. From this point of view, if I don't tell you, I will definitely think that this is a real car.

The details highlight the quality, and there are many other models in the club, but there are too few points, so I can only sigh.

I am very lucky to meet you in this life. Let's go together in the future