Essays on Love Prose Accompanied by Bicycles

I was taking a nap yesterday when my cell phone rang suddenly. When I saw it, it turned out to be my mother. My mother knows that I will take a nap at this time, and I won't call unless I am particularly anxious. After I got through, my mother asked me hesitantly if I had slept, and I asked what was wrong. Mother said she didn't feel well and needed an infusion. She said to wait at the community clinic first, so let me sleep for a while and stay with her. She is in no hurry.

But I'm in a hurry. I got up and hurried to the community. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that she was already sitting in the hospital bed, and she had already finished the injection and started infusion. Sitting on one side, I whispered the reason. My mother looked serious and didn't say a word. The less she talks, the more anxious I am. My mother saw that I was really anxious, and then slowly said, I was anxious with your father today. I said, if he rides that old man's bike again, he will sell it. As soon as I heard this, I couldn't help thinking of my father who had a bad knee joint and had been traveling by the old man's bicycle. Before, my mother had been full of praise for it and couldn't put it down. Why did she turn her face today? Look at me, I'm confused. My mother turned seriousness into treasure. Your father fell down yesterday.

Anyone here? I get anxious as soon as I hear it.

Your father is fine. He said nothing when he came back. I went out to buy food today, and I heard Lao Zhang say that he repaired my bike. People also say that your father slipped when he got off the bus and suddenly lay on the ground. Fortunately, someone helped him up.

Mom also said, I told you long ago that your legs are not good, so don't ride a big car. It's more convenient and safer to change to a three-wheeled or light bicycle, but he just wouldn't listen. You said, it's okay to fall. If something happens, it's too late!

Hearing what my mother said, my heart is heavy, and my mother is still nagging, but I know that my mother and we all know that this bike is not just my father's bike, but my partner who has been with me for more than 30 years, his comrades-in-arms, his children, his legs and his audience. Looking back along this bicycle, we can connect so many precious moments in life in series.

1. A bike that brought a surprise but was missed.

When I was born, when I was a baby, I attended an important meeting with my mother. The theme of this meeting is to allocate bicycle purchase places. At that time, there were 160 households in the village, and every 40 households had a bicycle. The meeting will discuss and decide how to allocate them. Finally, the venerable old man proposed the fairest and simplest method: drawing lots. In full view, someone cut out 40 pieces of paper and drew a circle on one of them. Whoever catches this circle will have the opportunity to buy a bicycle quota.

My mother hugged me, and I was scared to cry by many people who spoke loudly, so my mother had to hide and coax me. Some people joke when they see their mother. How to catch a bike without squeezing in? Mom also smiled and said, it's mine. Even the last one is mine, not mine. It's no use catching it first.

At this time, the lottery has already begun, and it is crowded to the front. Every time I catch one, I can't wait to spread it out, and then I can look under the oil lamp. Every time you watch it, before, everyone will hold their breath, and then they will make a "yeah" falling sound. At the same time, they are secretly expecting that if you don't have a blank lot, you will have more opportunities to catch it.

Mother hugged me and stood idly by pretending to be calm. She is also observing and expecting. Until the end, there were still two beats left, and everyone was still clamoring for ghosts, saying that there must be no beat, leaving two people. If there are no more, they will be arrested again.

The other party is a junior who is many years older than his mother. His mother is still modest, let the other side catch it first. Although the other party is old, but also very humble, let the mother catch it first. At this time, I cried loudly. My mother repeatedly shook me and coaxed me, always letting the other side catch it first, saying that there was only one left.

After the other party caught it, it was still blank. At this moment, all eyes were fixed on the last lot. Mother leaned forward and smoothed her hands, and a circle suddenly appeared. Everyone was silent for a while, and then they talked like frying pans.

Some people say that a bicycle costs more than 100 yuan, which is huge! Mom's family is poor and can't afford it. She said to catch it again, not this time. Some people also say that the lottery is unfair and should be arranged according to seniority. What's more, they secretly took their mother aside and said that they would use a few dollars to buy their places. You know, in the late 1970s, bicycles were a luxury, and you couldn't buy them without money. Anyone who has a bicycle now will be as proud and surprised as Cadillac.

Mom knew she couldn't afford it, but she didn't want others to look down on her, so she declined, explaining that dad was out of town and wanted to buy a bike. This was a good opportunity! After that, my mother took me home with joy.

Actually, where did mom get the money to buy this bike? My mother is thinking about my mother's brother. My uncle who lives in the same village doesn't have a bike. For my poor mother, my uncle has always had money to pay and eat. My mother wants to take this opportunity to repay my uncle's kindness.

As a result, my uncle soon got a bicycle from Jin Lu. Although my mother still doesn't have a bike, she is always smiling in her heart. Even after so many years, she was very happy to talk about it, always saying that she was lucky because she was holding her daughter!

Second, childhood with bicycles.

I missed the bike, but my father has no regrets. Bicycle can return a little kindness, but it is a kind of happiness for father. My father didn't get his first bike until he had a sister. That's a "permanent" bike, worth 100 yuan. My father earned more than 30 yuan at that time, and it would take at least half a year or more to buy a bicycle. With this bicycle, it is much more convenient for dad to travel, but for us children who grow up in turn, bicycles are not tools for travel, but our toys.

Maybe all the children of that era have experienced it. They might as well learn to ride a bicycle when it is not as high as a bicycle. First, put your left foot and right foot on the back pedal to help the bike slide forward. At this time, quickly insert the right leg into the tripod of the bicycle, then twist the bicycle with two pedals, and bend the waist to a 90-degree bend, because both hands should master the handlebar. No matter how fast we pedal, there is still a figure behind us, clutching the clothes rack tightly, and he still remembers the command: look ahead, hold the palm firmly, go left, go left, let you go left, why do you turn right, alas, alas, alas ... when he shouts like this, it is usually the moment when the car falls backwards, and at this time, even if it hurts again, we will not cry, but lie down.

After finally learning to ride a bicycle, we climbed up like acrobatics and stepped on the pedal with the help of the inertia of bicycle pedal rotation. When it appears and can be hooked, we bend over and step on it, go down here, come up there again, and then bend over and step on it. The range of action is very large and flexible. On the main road, you can often see two children who are not as big as bicycles, one riding a bicycle and the other sitting firmly on the back hanger, without questioning the driver's qualification at all.

Every time I watch us ride a bike like this, my mother is distressed and afraid of damaging us and the only bike in our family. But looking at our eager eyes is also indulging us again and again. However, we still prefer to sit on the back hanger, follow dad to the door and play while he is riding a bike. And this process is full of fun. I remember once, after eating and drinking enough, my father said goodbye to my friends, and I climbed on the bike obediently. Encouraged by my father, I smiled and said goodbye to others. At this time, my father rode to the alley and turned a corner. There is a big slope outside the road, and there is a dry river below. Father turned around and said to me, sit still and let's go home together. But when he said this, I was already thrown out and slid down the slope in the inertia of his turn. I screamed in shock, but my father didn't hear me and rode away.

After lying in the river for a long time, I came to my senses and saw that my father had disappeared. I had to get up on my own hands and feet and walk home step by step along the road I remember. When I got home, my father scolded me for coming back so late. And I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My parents couldn't help laughing when I finished the process, and the whole family laughed. After getting on dad's bike, I will hold dad's clothes tightly and say nothing. And dad would look back at me every time, and then ride slowly, for fear of losing me again.

After moving from the farm where I first lived to the city where I live now, I naturally took this bike with me. At this time, our sisters have gone to school, and the second sister is far from school, so she naturally has the right to use her bike. I thought my second sister would be unhappy when I saw others riding light bicycles, but my careless second sister didn't think so. She goes to school by bike happily every day. After entering junior high school, I am far from home. Father said this bike was for me to ride. I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't ride anything. Looking at my stubbornness, my parents didn't blame me, but took me in rain or shine for two years. Until the third grade, my sister got married and changed to a light bicycle, and I went to school by myself.

At that time, I didn't understand the hard work of my parents. In retrospect, my heart is full of acid. I am also the mother of a junior high school child. I have to work, I have to worry about my children's studies, and I have to do laundry and cook. One child is still so hard, but my parents brought four children, including me who is so ignorant.

In any case, we all grew up with the help of bicycles held or rode by our parents. We have our own bicycles one after another, and the first bicycle became my father's car. Father cherished it very much, and tied rubber belts on the beams and inclined beams and replaced them regularly.

Third, grow old with you.

When I just bought a bike, I needed more than RMB 100, which is my father's salary for three months. At present, bicycles cost 300 to 500 yuan, which is a fraction of our salary. Bicycle is no longer a luxury, but a very ordinary means of transportation. Many people don't care about a bicycle, even if it is lost or broken, it won't hurt.

But my father still loves the bike that he has used for more than 30 years. At that time, the quality of bicycles was not generally good There is nothing wrong with the big frame and handlebars, but the tires, spokes, brakes and pedals are constantly being updated. Because my father often repairs cars, he is also very enthusiastic about mechanics. Needless to say, every time he goes, people know that his father wants the best. Sometimes I even wonder when my father will go. The mechanic has the best accessories for this old bike, which are specially prepared for my father by the kind mechanic.

Because he knew that once his father came, he would have to wait until it was repaired. Because he knows his father's legs, he can't walk more than 50 meters alone. This bike is my father's leg.

When my father was young, he was in high spirits. Because he is a business person in the company, he often goes to many cities. Wherever he goes, his father will take pictures in front of the landmark building. After my father retired, we still have a wish, that is, let my father return to these cities, and let my father compare the changes in these cities and look for memories. But my father really retired, and our life is getting better and better, but his legs are getting worse every day. Taking him on a trip became a luxury.

Every time we go out to travel, we will tell dad that if it is a place where dad has been, he will tell us that there is everything, the most famous ones must be visited, and some anecdotes about him will be told. In his shining eyes, I saw a kind of helplessness. Therefore, every time I go to a city, I will take many photos and show them to my father one by one when I come back. My sister is very sad to see this. She said that in the future, when conditions permit, she will buy a bigger car and take her father and his bike to travel, so that he can fulfill his unfinished wish. My father listened and didn't object. He stroked his knees with the palm of his hand and sighed.

Father's sigh made us very distressed. Father is really like that old man's bike, and all the parts are aging. His legs, his eyes, his ears, his waist, his blood sugar, and many others are irresistible. However, it is impossible for an old father to change parts and rejuvenate like that bicycle. He relies more and more on bicycles. Every day, he spent it safely. It is near the nearby vegetable market, and it may be a new area being developed 20 miles away. My father loves the city where he has lived for more than 20 years. He will pay attention to building a power plant here and a big park there. The roads here have been widened and the schools there have been expanded.

These things that we didn't notice were all told by my father as news. Father, who rides slowly, is glad that he can still walk like this. He will also struggle to buy many things from far away places, such as carrots in the North Ring Bridge, Chinese cabbage in the west outer ring, and small yellow croaker in Sihe Market. Clip it on the back hanger if you can, and hold it in one hand and one hand if you can't. Every time I meet familiar people, I still hold my car with one foot, greet them warmly and talk about family affairs. Originally, we thought that my father could do this, which was also a kind of stability and happiness.

But listening to my mother say this today, I feel worried. We are afraid that this kind of thing will happen again, and we are even more afraid that our father will be the only one when it happens again. But how to make a stubborn father willing to change?

Fourth, for love, choose to let go.

Mother has been worried since she learned that her father fell off the bike. She had a sudden heart attack, and suddenly she had frequent urination and blood problems. Knowing that I couldn't beat her, my mother rushed to the infusion, thinking about my father while infusion, fearing that my father would ride out alone again and that something would happen to him again.

I advise, otherwise, don't let him go out?

No, it's your father's pleasure, and it's also an exercise. If you don't let him go out, it will be tantamount to cutting off his leg and making him very depressed.

Otherwise, change to a light inclined beam bike?

No, your father said that car was too light to ride steadily, and it would be more troublesome to fall down.

Why don't you stay with him when he goes out again? Having said that, I feel unrealistic myself. After all, it has been many years of tacit cooperation that dad went out shopping and mom cleaned up at home.

No, he rides so far every day that I can't keep up!

Watching my mother say this, I saw her sad face, which set off her almost all-white hair and made my heart ache deeper.

So what should we do?

Hey, let's talk about it together. Let's not let him ride a tricycle. They are all inclined beams, and the three wheels are relatively stable.

That's good. I want to buy it.

Don't worry, you will come for dinner this weekend. Let's talk to him together. I'll be the bad COP and the naysayer. You can talk well, be a good policeman and be a good person.

Hey, hey, mom is amazing, and ginger is still spicy! My mother finally smiled when she heard this, but I was still depressed.

This bike has been with my father for more than 30 years. At the moment, it is quietly stationed under the tree downstairs, quietly waiting for his arrival, but my father has to face a choice, whether to stick to those riding days or to contact this ever-changing city in another way and buy the best food he is going to give us in another way. No matter how it changes, I will say goodbye to my partner who has been with us for more than 30 years. He is no longer in pain.

In the face of this bicycle that has been cared for by my father for more than 30 years, I caressed its beam, where our sister and our sister's children once sat in turn; Touching his handlebar, as if touching our childhood fingerprints, has been clearly printed, accompanied by my father; Touching its bell is its "jingle bell", telling us that dad will turn into the house soon, and he will definitely bring us the delicious food we are eager to see; Stroking its back hanger, mottled paint depicts the years that parents have gone through together; Touching it, thinking, and letting go at this moment are all for love.

I think so, and my father knows this. His vacillating choice at the moment is not to give up this bicycle, but to give up the days when it accompanied him. I also believe that my father will listen to our advice that we don't care about bad faces or bad faces in order to accompany us further. He knows it's because of love.