The years when the wheels ran over

In the four seasons,

Pursuing the rotation of the sun and the moon,

Rolling wheels bring up the dust of time,

Ruthlessly crush the years into pieces.

Picked up a gravel on his shoulder,

Gazing at it carefully in the sun,

In the glittering and translucent soft luster,

In a hurry, the track of the car was engraved on it.

Lift your eyes and look at the endless road.

The wind blew through my ears,

Youth is floating in the wind.

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Perhaps it is the tranquility of autumn wind or the noise of cars, and memory opens a window. Memory is like a beam of light, sneaking into the heart.

Old drivers in their 40 s and 50 s should have heard that "when the wheel turns, there are two thousand gold." Holding the steering wheel, you won't change a county magistrate. " It can be seen that in the 1980 s and 1990 s, drivers were so powerful and popular. Especially in the era when few cars pass by on the national highway for half a day, driving is an enviable occupation. When it was time for dinner, I pushed open the car door and walked into the restaurant, with jars and bottles full of drinking water in my hand. Drink, look at that posture, like a rich big boss. If you are pulling goods for a private boss, the boss will follow a few steps and ask with a smile: "Master, do you want to eat stir-fry or a catty of meat today?" "Do you want to take another bite? ″

& lt At that time, I didn't care much about drunk driving as long as nothing happened.

I learned to drive in the late 1990s, and there were more and more carts and cars on the road, so I caught a small tail with professional honor.

Actually, I don't like driving. Because of reading more and entertaining myself, the composition in school is often regarded as a model essay by the teacher, and my heart is spent. At that time, I always wanted to be a great writer and publish several books. Are you still young? See everything so simple. Later, I dropped out of school and was unemployed at home. My friends clamored for learning to drive and gave me a good scolding. Moved, I followed in a daze. When I go, I use the car to deal with the younger generation. As for the writer's dream, it goes further and further.

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We learned to drive in an army driving school in Luojiawan, Xining. At that time, learning to drive was not as convenient as it is now. Every county has a driving school, and the study time is still long. I remember studying for five months, first learning the theory of vehicle technology and the basic knowledge of vehicle maintenance, then learning Canon, and finally learning driving skills. After passing the exam, the internship certificate will be issued first. The little red book can only be converted into a formal license if it is qualified during the internship period. So our school is far from home, and we live on campus, with bedding and pots and pans. After three meals in a restaurant with good conditions, our group will help themselves to have plenty of food and clothing.

When signing up, all the partners went smoothly. It's my turn People say I'm not old enough to come back next year. At the time of registration, it is required to be at least 18 years old. I was blinded at once and didn't know what to do. It happened that an old classmate led him to the monitor Joe, said a basket of good things and signed up. After registration, monitor Joe talked about school discipline, which means attending classes on time, studying hard and making more contributions to national construction in the future; Be civilized, polite and hygienic. No cliques, no fights. I said a lot, but I don't remember anyway. I was anxious to see the dormitory at that time.

The dormitory is a row of tile houses with adobe walls. Only the door frame and window sill are made of a circle of red bricks, which looks very old. There are bunk beds on the wall of every room. By the count, there are five beds. There are nine people living in this house, so we set aside a bed for cooking utensils, set up a stove in front of the window, and the whole family got together and turned a new page in our study and life.

In theory class, the teacher can still follow the class. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher walked in unhurriedly, with handouts and textbooks in his left arm and a bamboo pointer in his right hand. But students are all social people, and they are not required to stand up and say that teachers are good. When honest students saw the teacher come in, they began to sit tight. Experienced, continue to maintain the state. Or lean on the stool, or close your eyes, or smoke with a cigarette. Teachers are not used to it. They just cough habitually to signal the beginning of class, and then they talk a lot.

There is a big gap between students, about twenty to forty. Some graduated from high school, and some never went to school; There are cities and mountain villages; Some have been driving without a license for several years, while others have never touched the steering wheel. Generally speaking, people who are young and have gone to school can still be regarded as listening carefully, and teachers often ask them questions and interact with each other in teaching. Some students are just sitting, coming when the time is up, leaving when the time is up, and many even don't come to class at all. But the teacher still tries his best to teach and has never been influenced by the learning atmosphere. Teachers sometimes advise everyone, "If you can learn more, learn more, hold the steering wheel and step on the gate of hell. Cars are your future job. If you can't master them well, you are a tiger that eats people. "

The boring theoretical class was spent in a daze and a dream. You will soon learn the actual operation. For me, who has never touched the steering wheel, I am full of expectation and new joy, and at the same time I am very uneasy.

On the first day, our monitor Joe showed us around the training ground. The venue is by the river opposite the school, which feels good. 108 national highway is a ten-minute walk, with Woods, straight bends, narrow bridges and wide rails. The students who were earlier than us drove carefully under the escort of the coach, and more than 20 "old liberation" military vehicles kept driving here and there. At first glance, it is also spectacular.

"Look, these' old liberators' are heroes of our country. They all participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea and went to the battlefield. " Qiao Ban proudly told us: "You should cherish them. They are soldiers and have souls. Only by being integrated with them can we master them skillfully. They can't talk, but they are your old monitor. ″

I don't know whether monitor Joe has been to the battlefield, but I know monitor Joe's sincere feelings for these comrades and his reverence for heroes. The comrades who accompany these cars may always stay in a foreign land where artillery charges; Maybe after the smoke clears, go back to the motherland to build a home. Anyway, we live far apart and will never see each other again. But these surviving old squad leaders have taken on the new task of training new people. How can they not be revered?

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Every morning, students rush to the parking lot to clean the car and turn it.

My coach used to work in the stable eighth national sports team. He is sixty years old, thin, with a dark face and a stern look in his colored eyes. He is a bit like a master hidden in martial arts novels. There are deep wrinkles on the forehead, and there are many legends hidden there. Unfortunately, he always pulls a long face, which makes me afraid to ask, so I don't know. It seems that the topic of talking to the coach is only the essentials of driving, and the shortcomings of each student are rare at this time. In the days when I was with the coach, I probably only saw his smiling face twice.

The first time was when I just got on the train training. He asked me if I had ever driven a car before, and I saidno. He smiled encouragingly and kindly and said, "Don't be nervous. You won't have a problem if you listen to my command." Then, I started the vehicle, put it on a release brake, and started to give oil. Because it's the first time to drive, you may step on the accelerator and roar out as soon as you release the clutch. What's more, I can't control the direction in my hands. I can't walk in a straight line at all I don't know where this monster will go. I panicked, quickly raised my right foot, and the car just went out. "Don't be afraid, it's always like this for the first time. Step on the gas and relax. Don't be bored to the end. Hit the direction as many times as you want. Here are a pair of brakes. With me, can I still let you fall into the ditch? Relax and do it again. " The coach smiled and encouraged. I finally drew a dragon and ran around. When getting off the bus, the coach said sternly, "You can drive today. If you can't drive well in the future, I'll knock you with a wrench. " From then on, the coach was like a different person and never saw a smiling face again. Of course, he didn't hit us, but it is inevitable to scold us.

The second laugh was when everyone in our car passed the exam. We'll talk about it later.

Maybe I'm too stupid to add or subtract files. Also very anxious. Thinking that stupid birds fly first, every time I go back to the dormitory, I hold a washbasin in one hand and chopsticks in the other, practicing adding and subtracting files. After several nights, I finally made progress. Later, we started training at the airport in Ma Bufang and felt the wind speed. It is said that Ma Bufang fled here by plane. The airport has no cement runway of modern airport, but it is a compacted roadbed of three rivers, but it is enough for us telegraphers; , galloping. On the long runway, I am proud of 60 yards per hour. At this time, I can also be like everyone else, the car and people are integrated into one, and the opening and closing are moderate, and finally I have overcome an obstacle. In fact, the most disturbing thing is the inverted pole.

Reversing and turning around in a narrow space is a basic skill and the most difficult one in the exam. But I'll never learn. In the last few days, several partners gave me their opportunities just to let me catch more. It was not until the first day of the exam that I succeeded once. The coach has been worried. "alas! Please Hu Da Ok tonight!

Unexpectedly, the next day, I did very well in the exam, and I passed the road test and the inverted pole once. On the way back, the coach ran back with a cigarette in his mouth and humming a ditty, smiling and stretching his wrinkles. I have never seen him smile so happily since I met him. This is a congratulatory smile, a smug smile, and a farewell smile.

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"Getting a driver's license does not mean that you are a qualified driver. Just because you can drive doesn't mean you can drive a good car. You should practice and study more. Practice makes perfect. The more experienced and safer you are, the happiness of your family will be your safety. " This is the last sentence spoken by the coach, and it is also a summary of driving career. Among the eleven students in the same car, three students never drove again because of the accident. Learn more and practice more, and be bold and cautious to become a good driver. When the driving school first came out, it was the time when newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, which was a dangerous period. It is best to fight, fight and temper with the master.

After I got my driver's license, I followed two masters, both surnamed Ma. Don't be surprised by such a coincidence. There is a saying in the northwest called "ten times and nine horses", so there is a high probability that the Hui people will have a horse surname.

The first owner was a gold digger. It was autumn, and I was going to meet Shawa in Quma River to find a companion to keep up, and I was introduced as an apprentice. Before going on the road, I took it to lunch, and I quickly washed the car during the meal. Master is ok at first sight. He is very diligent. Practice hard. At first, the master drove first, so let me carefully observe his driving rhythm, how to deal with various situations during driving, and explain some important places. This is the way drivers used to help, teach, guide and learn.

As soon as the bus left Xining, the master asked me to drive. At that time, I was a little guilty and afraid to drive. Master said with a black face, "Go home if you don't open it", and I became timid? Holding the steering wheel with joy. While guiding driving, the master told me to be bold and cautious when driving, and not to dare to go where you are not skilled. I also told some interesting driving stories that I thought were fantastic at that time. Like driving in a mountain without roads, when encountering a laterally inclined road section, the Shawa people all get off and stand on the high side, pulling the carriage with a big rope, and the driver hangs the gear and slowly passes. Sometimes the high wheel almost leaves the ground when it bumps slightly, and it will roll over if it is not careful.

After coming back from Jintian, the teacher told me that you should take me with you when you enter Jintian again next year. But it's five months before the next one. I couldn't wait, so I followed another master.

The second master is fierce, no kidding, and demanding. Master loads a load of coal from Yaojie to Xining every day, and always leaves early and returns late. I get up at five o'clock every day and get the bus ready before the master comes to get out. When loading the car, you have to climb into the cargo hold and pick up the stones in the coal. The stevedore waved a big shovel and threw it up like a windmill, completely ignoring me above. When the bus was finished, I dressed up as a black man. Sometimes I go back to Xining once in a while, wash my master's feet before going to bed and get up and wash my face. Not as considerate as my former master, he often asked me if I ate well and slept well. Don't be too polite when I go out. I don't want to go home full. It's not easy for my baby to come out so young. Take care of a home.

The second master is not only demanding, but also rarely lets the motor train. In order to master the technology as soon as possible, I also recognized the bullet. Later, when my parents found out, they refused to go again. My eldest brother also bought a minivan for me to drive, which is Nissan's "Flower of Toyota". Although I am one year older than me, I am still very happy. Eldest brother said, "Don't be angry with him. Practice while running. " .

From that day on, I also started a sports car career.

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The longer the sports car, the newer you feel about it. Sports car is the pursuit of a good life and a sad helplessness. It is said that sports cars can make money and travel. I really want to tell him that the sports car has no poetry and distance, only loneliness and missing.

People who have never driven a car can think of being on the road for hours, even days and nights. You don't belong to the bustling outside the window, you are just in the wasteland of another world. Repeat all the songs you can sing over and over again, and tell yourself funny jokes over and over again, just like the scenery passing by the window, just like chewing. When you get off the bus and walk on a strange street, you will only miss one thing in the breeze. Of course, there is still concern at the end of missing.

I remember when I was racing, I went to Jishi County once. When I went back to get something, I told my second brother that I was going to Maijishan. Second brother advised me not to go, it's too far. I stubbornly went because I finally found a job. At that time, there was no mobile phone, no BBS, and we couldn't get in touch halfway. Later, Ling didn't get home until three o'clock. The light in the room is still on. Her parents ran out as soon as she knocked at the door. It will pay off, son. At that moment, I held back my tears.

Once I went to Xinmi, just in time for the New Year's Eve dinner, and the goods could not be found back. I had to stay for five days. Look at the fireworks at night and think about how worried his wife and son are. I held back my tears.

I have experienced many times of heavy snow and fog, and I have also experienced several dangers. Fear kept me praying, "God! Let me go home safely. " Who knows that kind of heartache that is almost desperate. I held back my tears.

I have been to the seaside and have no time to surf; I have been to the grassland and have no time to ride horses. There is no poem at the end of the road, the poem is not far away, and there is no poem in the distance. Poetry is hidden in ordinary life, quietly hidden in family.

In recent years, China's highway construction has developed rapidly, and there is no road and there is no need to take the main road. There are bridges on the river, holes in the mountains, highway connections in every village and high-speed connections in the county. Faster speed and better vehicle performance. In winter, the time when one hand scraped the frost on the windshield and the other hand held the steering wheel is gone forever. With the rise of hardware, the higher the safety factor, I still hope that riders will remember safety first. Poetry is not far away, nor is it speed and passion.

Finally, I wish friends who are pursuing happiness on the road a safe journey and a pleasant journey!