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Children's Bicycle (submitted on June 1 day)

June Day is coming. On this sunny weekend, I was holding my five-year-old son in one hand and pushing my beloved tricycle in the other, and the shadow of my father pushing a bicycle came to my mind. Walking with my son, my memory can't help but go back to my childhood when I was 7 years old.

When I was 7 years old, I was still in kindergarten in my hometown. I clearly remember that every time my father came back from the county seat, he always rode that black weighted bicycle. Nearly 40 miles of mountain road, my father just rode for a while and then pushed his bike home.

Whenever my father throws his bike into the yard and goes into the kiln to have a rest. The village friends came to see it curiously and kept touching it. After getting familiar with this iron guy, everyone went crazy. Either a few small hands turn the pedal hard to see who rotates quickly after stirring, or stick a piece of wood or cloth to the fast-rotating rear wheel gently. At this time, it is noon, and the bright spokes of the rear wheel of the bicycle turn into bright sectors in the sun. They make a rattling sound, which sounds very cheerful and pleasant. In this way, both sides of the car are friends.

I remember tripping over the outside of my bike. I don't know which guy pushed me inside, overturned my bike and pressed me tightly. At that time, I burst into tears and was extremely scared. I can't imagine the blood coming out. I am not afraid of pain, but I am afraid of blood. Grandpa and his father hurried out of the kiln. Grandpa was stubborn, and he was over seventy years old at that time. He made a hullabaloo about to his friends. Not surprisingly, they all ran away. His father quickly lifted his bike and said there was nothing wrong.

Fortunately, there was no bleeding except for severe pain in the legs and shoulders. After a while, I continued to play my bike happily.

When I was eight years old, my father took me to the county to live with my father, and I began to attend the first grade of primary school in the county.

What impressed me most was that my father sent me to school for the first time, but instead of riding a bike, he walked to school with me and only sent me to the school gate. The rest of the time is when I come home from school by myself and go to school with my schoolbag on my back. Although I am young, I was not always around my father, but I am still afraid of my father. I couldn't hold my breath when his face became serious. But more often, I care silently, such as cooking in the canteen of his unit, wearing a red scarf for me and leaving me a movie ticket to the cinema next door. It's just that I haven't ridden that black bike.

During the summer vacation, I was finally settled on the front stand of my bike by my father. At the most exciting moment, I put on the sun hat my father bought me. My father said to sit still and rode back to my hometown. Now that I think about it, my eyes can't help getting wet. Hehe, I can finally meet my mother, my grandfather and my friends in the village. I know this is the proudest, most unforgettable and happiest time in my childhood. But there was also a time when my most unforgettable father loved me.

I went to my aunt's house before I went back to my hometown. Sitting on my father's bike, I felt very naughty when I passed the smooth asphalt road of the largest factory in western Henan at that time. It's either twisting your ass or screaming. The wind is hot and cold in my ear, with green fields and trees on both sides. The mood is really comfortable to the extreme. When you get to the ancient village, you must run parallel for several miles along the Jian River here. On the road with few cars, my father began to care about my study. I am naturally interested in Chinese, and I am not afraid of it! In the pleasant conversation, I feel that cycling has brought me great excitement and a kind of life value! The scene in front of us is moving, and the sun is green through the green sun brim. My heart is like a wild pigeon on the roadside and a white pigeon raised by my father's unit. I am very free. But I'm still a little uneasy. I am most worried that my father will ask me math. Otherwise, my father gave me a few math problems casually in the car, and I was either slow to respond, or I answered the wrong questions and calculated the wrong numbers. That's great. One minute I'm confused, the other I'm nervous as hell. I can't escape. The back of my head has touched my father's two sons, which is very painful. It's a good thing my dad didn't notice me behind me. I wore a sun hat and cried heartily, looking at the rivers and green scenery on both sides of the road with great injustice.

The mood at that moment has been fresh until now. Looking back, my father came out from my aunt's house and took me home along the asphalt mountain road. The heavy breathing is in sharp contrast with the silent mountain road. I immediately realized my father's love. Many years later, I know that my dream of beauty and freedom has come true. I ran through childhood, jumped into youth, entered youth, and will enter middle age in the future. But I can't get rid of the excitement at that time anyway. I rode my father's bike back to the village for the summer vacation, which made my friends whom I hadn't seen for half a year envious. At that moment, I thought my father was great and my bike was great!

Now that I think about it, it is not just a simple means of transportation for my father to support his family and pave the way for our children, but an ideal customized by my father for our children. ...

Coffee, love, green tea and marriage.

I remember someone using the taste of chocolate to describe the fragrance and sweetness of love. But in my opinion, I prefer to believe in love as mellow as coffee.

I don't have any deliberate research and enthusiasm for coffee, because as a drink, it seems a bit extravagant, at least in terms of purity.

I know that mocha coffee is also a period of youthful flying, and I accidentally read it in a magazine. What attracted me was the slogan of this coffee: fragrant and silky, with a long aftertaste, I want to meet you in the name of coffee. I thought it was very interesting, so I wrote down the information about Mocha in my mind.

Many years later, when I was sitting in the booth with a beautiful chrysanthemum and stirring misty coffee, I suddenly realized that it was a lifetime ago.

Or mocha, the difference is that in addition to the silky aroma, there is also a sweet and bitter ingredient full of taste buds, with a long aftertaste. I'm surprised. Isn't this the taste of love? Lovers * * * drink coffee, sugar, milk and make a strong cappuccino. People who drink don't get drunk.

Lonely people, without milk and sugar, just drink a cup of mocha, which is silky and full of sadness ... different moods and coffee will be divided into many kinds.

Love, like coffee, is a luxury, not because it is expensive, but because once it is put into it, it will sink even if it is hard to distinguish between true and false … just like falling in love with a cup of high-quality coffee!

No matter how strong love is, it will always give a home at the right time. Either the passion fades and the song ends, or love sublimates hand in hand. Either way, it will eventually be like green tea brewed in boiling water in a glass, swaying with water waves, releasing original energy, lingering and slowly precipitating, and completing the end of life.

Perhaps, there have been struggles, confusion and loss. When the aroma of coffee is removed and replaced by a cup of bitter and light green tea, the taste is difficult to change for a while.

Perhaps, after that, the romantic love belonging to coffee will be replaced by a life as plain as tea, and even washed more and more lightly until it is tasteless and becomes a glass of white water.

In the past, before and after the flowers blossomed, you were no longer rich in me, and complicated life problems would take up all your time to enjoy coffee. From then on, the intimate lovers who were inseparable will struggle for their livelihood, and they will no longer have time to care about luxurious drinks and the mood of drinking coffee by candlelight. Who hasn't had a lingering fear?

However, on second thought, there is no contradiction between coffee and green tea. It is because of the rich and long love like coffee that I can hold hands and never give up.

When romantic and luxurious drinks in the past were replaced by simple and elegant green tea, a sincere and lasting ingredient poured into my heart. There is no colorful coffee house, there can be a sunny balcony, no melody with musical emotions, and there can be topics of talking and laughing. After a tired trip, a cup of green tea can wash away the lead and dust in your heart, which is plain and true.

Coffee mist, green tea smoke. Love is bitter and sweet, but marriage is dull, love is hot, and marriage is long-term sweet. ...