The feelings of bicycles and the love on bicycles

1. Feelings about Bicycles

When we went to primary school, we were in our own village, not far from home, and we walked to class every day. Those are all dirt roads or gravel roads. Invite the children who are traveling together and have fun while moving forward.

However, the primary school in the village only covers grade four. In the fifth grade, we have to go to the central primary school in the town. The town a few kilometers away can be reached by walking in less than an hour and a half, and by bicycle, it takes about half an hour.

Our parents had to buy us a bicycle. At that time, the traditional bicycle style was broken and replaced by all kinds of fancy styles, entering the heyday of bicycles.

These bicycles have beautiful shapes, different colors and exquisite patterns. Boys and girls of all ages can find a bicycle that suits them and likes them.

With their beloved bicycles in hand, everyone rushed to the front and showed off their new bikes. They may even compare themselves with their classmates intentionally or unintentionally, and raise their heads with pride.

In spring, thousands of trees sprout new buds, and grasses poke their heads out. "It's always spring with a thousand colors and reds." Hundreds of flowers bloom, creating a vibrant scene.

Passing through the pink flower meadow, stop the car and revel in it. Pick a few small flowers and stick them on the faucet, which is like catching the whole spring.

In the summer, we listened to the chirping of cicadas and admired the lotus pond. "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."

In the sudden rain, we picked a piece of lotus. Using the leaf as an umbrella, I held the lotus leaf with one hand and the faucet of the car with the other, riding home half-covered and half-shielded.

In autumn, the metasequoia leaves on both sides of the road fall down when the wind blows, covering the entire road. The scene is quite spectacular.

There are not only metasequoias, but also various trees such as sycamores, creating a magnificent scene of "endless falling trees." The bike rolled over the leaves, making a crunching sound.

In winter, when the weather is freezing, put on a scarf and a hat, leaving only your eyes open. Wear gloves, put on cotton shoes, breathe in and out, and pedal on your mission. Only by letting yourself move can you avoid being too cold.

On the morning of "thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow", bicycles still accompany us to school. There was a long, winding tire track behind him.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, there will be severe cold and scorching heat, no matter lightning, thunder, wind and snow. Bicycles are the only means of transportation. There are no buses, no motorcycles, and no cars.

When there is road construction, pray for clear weather every day. At that time, it was not a cement road or an asphalt road, but a road paved with rocks. The rocks are rocks blown down from the mountains, varying in size and rugged. A layer of dirt is usually laid down to make it smooth for riding.

But when it rains, the roads become muddy. The mud will stick to the tire, and the more it sticks, the more it will get stuck between the tire and tire cover until it is completely stuck. At this time, the bicycle could not move, so I could only find a wooden stick and dig out the mud bit by bit.

Once you encounter such weather, you will often be late. Fortunately, the teacher also understood the plight of the students at that time, looked at the mud all over his body, and no longer pursued the consequences of being late.

When the wheel is covered with mud and cannot be pushed away, I feel particularly angry and have the urge to throw it away. But when she had a day off, bucket after bucket of water would be brought in to wash her until she was shiny. Under the rays of the sun, it shines brightly. It's so precious. How dare you let her lose her original color.

Naughty boys always like to play pranks and secretly pull out the valve core of girls' bicycles. Watching the girls stomping their feet in anger and hearing their screams and angry looks will be particularly enjoyable, and you will hide in the corner and secretly rejoice.

A car without a valve core has been completely deflated, its tires are flat, and it cannot be ridden anymore. I can only push it to the car repair stall, spend a few cents to get a new one, and then get full strength and get back on the road.

More often than not, it is a beautiful sunny day and the car is intact. The classmates who were finishing school together put their schoolbags on their backs and happily jumped on their bicycles to chase each other on the road.

From holding the faucet with both hands to holding it with one hand, you can finally control the direction without using your hands and can control it with your feet. The boys sometimes show off their speed and sometimes show off their driving skills, attracting the attention of girls.

Girls are more gentle, with three or five friends sitting side by side, discussing yesterday's TV plot, today's homework and exam status, and class gossip, driving towards home without any rush.

Occasionally, I will be naughty. While riding a bicycle, I will bend down to pick a piece of dogtail grass, catch up with the classmate in front, and tickle her.

I would also stop at the door of the yard of the family by the bridge. Their roses were already as tall as the house, blooming every month, bright and everlasting.

The flowers peek through the fence and reach out to the outside world. "The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of rose comes out of the wall."

We love flowers but never pick them. We only have the urge to ask the owner to cut a flower stem and cut it in our own home, and also ask for advice on planting methods and experiences.

The host was also very hospitable. He cut off branches, helped us cultivate young shoots, and dug up the soil for us. We carefully took the seedlings, put them on the back seat of the bicycle, and happily went home to plant them as if we had a treasure.

The bicycle has always been with me, from elementary school to junior high school, and even when I just graduated, I still use it for transportation. She took me through the mud, through the bumps, through the wind and rain, through happiness, and through the mixed flavors of life.

Today, few people will buy a bicycle, whether for transportation or fitness. The emergence of shared bicycles has changed some travel methods.

But we have a special nostalgic feeling for bicycles.

2. Love on a Bicycle

In junior high school, an ignorant boy began to fall in love. Some good-looking girls are often followed by a large group of boys.

Especially on the way out of school, a group of boys followed their beloved girls, chasing and playing. From time to time, he would provoke him, which would attract the girls' jealous and angry looks.

Boys take this for fun and use it as an excuse to safely escort the girl they like to their home, then turn the car around and ride back to their home.

Lively and cheerful girls also enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by boys, as if they are a princess, with a large number of followers behind them, ready to call.

Occasionally, I would give the girl I like a lock on my bicycle. Seeing the girl’s helpless look, I would secretly laugh, then open the lock, successfully attracting the girl’s attention.

Later I went to a school out of town, and the only means of transportation besides the bus was our own legs.

By chance, I found an old bicycle parked in the English teacher’s dormitory. It was like we had discovered a new world. We asked the teacher to borrow it on weekends, took our roommates, and walked on the road in the center of the town.

Meeting a bicycle is like meeting a long-lost old friend, familiar and familiar. I like the feeling of kicking a long distance, and I like to listen to the crisp sound of the car bell.

We use bicycles purely as a means of transportation to go shopping and buy things. The boys in the next class used it to chase girls.

The borrowed bicycle, although worn out, is rare. The boy gets in the car, calls the girl he has a crush on, sits in the back seat, and goes for a ride! Boys would ride fast on the roads on campus, while girls would hug the boys tightly and not let go out of fear.

The body is often the most honest, through physical contact, mutual appreciation. Come and go, my heart secretly promises.

For a while, I often saw them riding bicycles on the campus boulevards. It just slowed down, sometimes whispering, sometimes looking at each other and smiling.

At that time, the movie "Titanic" had just been released and became popular all over the world. At the bow of the ship, Ruth spreads her arms and Jack hugs her from behind.

The boy carried the girl on his bicycle in the same posture. He rode all the roads on campus and became a celebrity known to the whole school.

Just when everyone thought that graduation season was the season of breakups, they actually came together and lived happily.

You must know that the trains at that time were very slow, there was no high-speed rail yet, and plane tickets were too expensive to bear to buy, but they were thousands of kilometers away.

They have become a beautiful couple that we all envy. Each other's first love ends with each other.

When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I read Qiong Yao's novels and longed for romantic love. It is indeed not easy to move from fantasy to reality and overcome the distance of thousands of kilometers.

We all say that it is not easy for a girl to have such courage. After all, we were still young at that time, we didn’t have a house or a car, and we didn’t know what the future would hold. The brain is very simple to think and has not yet matured. Some are just passionate love and innocence.

Love it, just love it. Don't give yourself any room for regret, don't leave yourself a way out.

She once thought that in the city thousands of kilometers away, she knew no one except him. My relatives, friends, brothers, sisters, and parents all stayed in the city I grew up in and were familiar with.

Once he treats her badly, she will have nothing. She bet her future, her fortune and her life because of her love for him.

This is what we say when we are full of water.

As times change, bicycles gradually disappear from our sight, replaced by motorcycles, and then cars.

At that time, sitting on the back of a motorcycle was a very popular thing, and being able to ride in a car was even more of a dream for little girls. But luxury cars are something that is unthinkable.

If You Are the One Mano once said a famous saying, "I would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle."

It sounds very money-worshiping, but it also shows that in that era, cars Due to the scarcity and the preciousness of BMW cars, a BMW can cost ordinary people their lifetime savings.

Nowadays, cars are an ordinary means of transportation, and BMW can be seen everywhere. With the localization of BMW and the democratization of prices, BMW no longer has the aloofness of luxury cars, nor the desire to only watch from a distance but not to play with.

Because with the development of the times, BMW can only be regarded as the first high-end brand to enter China. The truly top-notch cars came into our sight later, and now they are no longer strange on the streets.

The rise of automobiles has caused the decline of bicycles. What was once the kingdom of bicycles has become the kingdom of cars. No matter how bad it is, there are also motorcycles and battery cars to support it.

Today, no one will buy a bicycle as a means of transportation. Instead, use it as a fitness product to ride during rest time after dinner.

After I started working, there were fewer and fewer bicycles. Motorcycles and electric scooters entered their peak period, and cars became more popular later.

I am used to driving to and from get off work every day. I no longer have the pounding of my heart as before. Everything is so dull and calm.

I envied those two classmates very much. In that era, it was such a romantic situation to go for a ride on a bicycle. I don’t know what it’s like for my boyfriend to ride a bicycle with me on the back seat. What’s it like? What kind of pure love?

I imagined that he was pedaling in front, and I was holding him from the back seat, leaning against his strong body, feeling warm and solid. Facing the wind and soaking up the sunshine, run towards the sea of ??flowers and watch the colorful cosmos bloom. "The flowers are swaying in the wind, and I am laughing among the bushes."

Walking out of "withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses", looking at the "afterglow of the flowing water", sighing "the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk."

The dusk sunshine stretches our silhouettes very long. You, me, and the bicycle complement each other. I yearn endlessly for such a carefree life, comfortable and peaceful. Holding your hand, I never want to let go.

One time my boyfriend got a bicycle from the Internet and started assembling it when he went home.

He said he still needs a back seat. It’s really hard to buy a back seat in today’s cars. How about I go find a master to weld one?

I laughed at him, who is still assembling it by himself now? Nowadays, bicycles are racing models and do not have pillion seats. Why do you want to make an ugly back seat so stupidly?

He smiled innocently, don’t you like riding on the back of a bicycle? Before I get old and I can still ride, I will take you to ride around the entire city. You sit in the back seat, enjoying the innocent days of being a student, and your wish comes true.

I held him in my arms, tears welling up in my eyes. I cried bitterly for a long time and refused to let go. He was so frightened that he wiped the tears from my face desperately.

I don’t know how many years I have not dared to cry.

Because I have never been moved like this, and no one cares about why I cry.

Over the years, I have learned to be strong, learn to disguise, and pretend to be loved. Wearing a hedgehog-like coat is nothing more than telling others, don't bully me, otherwise you will be hurt too.

But no one can understand a fragile heart from a seemingly strong appearance. She looks cold on the outside but hot on the inside. No one understands her, so why should she care. It’s just that after wearing the mask of strength for so long, even I believed it to be true.

The most perfect life, I understand your inner pain and feel sorry for all your difficulties. It is at the age when "I wish to win the heart of a person that we will never be apart until we grow old together", and I have the ability to "hold your hand and grow old with you". I choose a city to grow old with you slowly.