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Let's talk about liberation shoes.

The river bank said to the river, "I can't keep your waves." Let me keep your footprints in my heart. " Tagore

Maybe youth has those sharpness and deviation; Maybe growing up is rebellious and sentimental; Perhaps by paying attention to the scenery along the way, you can feel the warmth of your family.

Pay attention to the scenery along the way, which may be precious.

Mother has a permanent bike, which is very old and mottled. This is a gift for many years. I kept persuading my mother to throw away her bike, and then my mother became stubborn. So I turned my back on my mother and gave her a cold war with a frown. Mother always cleans the car carefully and always looks at it and smiles. That day, my mother suddenly turned to me and said, "Shall we go cycling?" Looking at my mother's warm smile, I reluctantly got on the bike that made me quarrel with my mother many times.

It was ten years with my mother. Crossing the street, my mother and I turned to my mother and grandmother's old home. The smell of wheat wafted in, and it was rustic. I watched the car prints under my feet slowly spread out on the soil, drawing a perfect arc. I opened my arms, and the breeze blew slightly ... Suddenly, my mother's handlebar was crooked, and I grabbed my mother's skirt. My mother stood on tiptoe to hold the bike steady. My mother hurried back and asked, "Are you all right?" I smiled at my mother, and her gentle voice rang in my ear. "Well, when I was a child, your grandmother and I took this car and took this road."

It was ten years for mom and grandma. I finally know why my mother can't bear to lose this bike. My heart was touched in the deepest place. I know it's love. At that time, my mother must be like me, wearing a white shirt and liberation shoes, showing the wheat-colored skin that was healthy by the sun, watching ordinary beads floating on grandma's long black hair, watching the continuous impressions on the ground, and watching the scenery along the way, which was as warm as ever.

It was ten years in our family, and the mother smiled and said, "You and your children will ride this bike and walk the road we have walked over and over again." I closed my eyes, listened to the sound of the wheels turning, opened my eyes and watched the scenery along the way extend into the warmth of the future.

This road is getting better and better, and the birds are returning; We appreciate the green trees around your village and the pale blue of distant mountains; There is a water to protect the field around the green, and two mountains to send the green to the delicate and pretty. More importantly, there are me and my mother on this road. In the same car, mother and son are talking and laughing, which has already become a landscape.

Today, people's material life is getting richer and faster, but they feel more and more dull. There is a trace of goose yellow on the distant branch, which we turn a blind eye to; The grass on the ground sprouts new green, and we turn a blind eye; Even my mother's hair has a little white hair between her temples, and we suddenly don't know. Have we paid attention to the scenery along the way?

Mom, I won't throw this bike again.

Mom, I will use bright eyes to reflect the most beautiful scenery along the way and cherish it in my heart. Because this scenery reflects the warmth of the family.

I want to say to the wheel: I can't keep your story, so I will keep the scenery along the way in my heart and keep me warm forever.