Life experience of riding years

Emotional choice 1:

Recall the bicycle age

Put on jeans and wander around,

The sun hit my face.

Bicycle is my wing.

See what the world is like.

-Excerpted from the riding years of Shui Mu's youth.

I lost my BMW last night.

My favorite silver purity, my favorite variable speed shock absorption, drifted away under the thief's iron tongs. ...

On the night of the second day of the month, I seemed to see their ferocious faces and smug snickers, but there was nothing I could do.

1 thin wire locks are useless to them, but what about thicker ones? Students get up early and go out, don't they see locks piled all over the floor? Which one hasn't been cut, and how many are better than me?

Love your car, I want to tell you: Since you married me on October 6th, 2005/KLOC-0, I have accompanied you to many wonderful places. Xu Bing Zhongchun, I accompanied you to Sun Island, the city government, the Jinshui River and the Songhua River. In midsummer, you and I cross Friendship Road to Manhattan, near Hulan in the north and Xiangfang in the south: Leaves fall in late autumn, and take Gu Xiang Street, Pontier, Stalin and Tongshangzhi Street. In the early spring of Dinghai, the grass grows and the warbler flies. I will make you strong, clean your body and shine with silver. We went to the medical university, strung together science and engineering, and went to see the Tiger Forest Garden in the west and Qianjin Village in the east. The footprint can be described as stepping on half of Harbin. But now, the good car is there, the good car is there!

Maybe I shouldn't have cleaned it for you yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't have taken it off after I cleaned it. Maybe it's not easy to put it in that hellhole, but am I wrong? I am right, even if I am wrong, history does not allow regret.

Well, find some comfort!

In fact, I'm lucky that I didn't lose it until now. You know, when I lost my car, my brothers, sisters and classmates around me were really wiped out (hehe, I remembered the hapless Red Bull Team in Bahrain last Sunday). After all, it's almost two years, and it's worth it. Think about the loss after Yan Haogang bought it, and think about the star losing two cars a month. My loss is really nothing. Ah, have some q!

However, my feelings with BMW are really too deep!

The possibility of getting it back is not without, but it is very slim. Go to Gu Xiang's lair tomorrow, try your luck and expect a miracle, which is much better than reporting to those incompetent guards!

Emotional choice 2:

Bicycle years

Get up in the morning, and sometimes it will gradually spread backwards. My body is tightly attached to the soft bed, but I still don't want to move at all. I slept all night, and my eyes were misty and scattered. I looked at the bed board coming from overhead and sighed in my throat. Then, it slowly gathered into a boundless emptiness. 20 12 years, I was just nineteen years old and went to college.

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Get up in the morning, and sometimes it will gradually spread backwards. My body is tightly attached to the soft bed, but I still don't want to move at all. I slept all night, and my eyes were misty and scattered.

I looked at the bed board coming from overhead and sighed in my throat. Then, it slowly gathered into a boundless emptiness.

20 12 years, I just turned 19 and was a sophomore.

Like all college students in China in the world, I am struggling in confusion, helplessness, frustration and struggle, and trapped in the quagmire of longing for comprehension, grade examination and documents.

Although many times, I will be very tired and hope that the days at this moment will pass quickly, but I am still hesitating and wandering. Because I am a very contradictory person, I am afraid to take away the traces of fallen leaves or running water, and I am afraid that it will take away my youthful face.

I know that no one can escape the laws of nature.

However, I really want to keep that moment.

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After washing my face, brushing my teeth, dressing and combing my hair, I will shape a general shape that is "roughly like this". I will carry a colorful NIKE schoolbag on my back and slowly walk to the canteen to buy two cakes to supplement my stomach. I have enough stock overnight. Then I will slowly rub my appetite and walk to the study room with a tangled face.

So when I'm ready to start my academic work for a day, it's basically after nine o'clock.

This is a colleague who studies communication principles. Occasionally, when I have nothing to do, my thoughts suddenly pass through her words inadvertently, and I am almost choked by the mineral water in my hand to see Mendeleev. The strange characters above are full of various fractional transformations of f(x). I silently touched my forehead and turned to look at my colleague on the left. I saw a big book "Tax Law" suddenly jumped into my eyes ... OK.

So, physically, I know that I am very happy and satisfied, and then I put my hands together and pray.

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There was a time in the past when I fell into extreme depression. As a sophomore at that time, I was almost overwhelmed by the unprecedented pressure of understanding. Of course, you may think that the text before and after this article is a bit too tone, but in fact, as long as you want to connect, you will definitely be able to say a link. There is a great contrast between college and high school. In college, I can live slowly and leisurely in the final review stage, but high school life is very different.

Well, I later recalled that at that time, I was doing problems all day, talking about papers, chasing classes, simulating rankings ... The days when dark clouds overwhelmed the city seemed endless. I remember it was usually around 8: 30 after class at night. I have a childhood friend who was in the same class from junior high school to senior high school, so we went together after school. Her father rented a mini-car on weekdays and picked her up at night. Of course, even Mi Chong people like me sent a message. Our two houses are adjacent, and his father stopped by.

Of course, it is also interesting for you to have a few free lunches (although my mother still gave her a few boxes of apples to express her gratitude). After my sophomore year, my family moved to the high-rise elevator building in the town, and her family also had the opportunity to say goodbye to me. I know I can't bother others anymore, just like all violent children, but the first thing I think of when I am in trouble is Gao Tang. I sold my poor and affectionate words to my mother, telling her how horrible it is for a young girl to walk in the dark, how unpredictable dangers lurk everywhere, and so on. Of course, my mother tried her best to lobby. In the sixth year of primary school, I got up at 5: 30 in the middle of the night for self-study, so my mother always expected me to be "girly ... but she didn't directly turn it into a pasture for grazing animals".

In fact, as you know, maternal love is always great. After I successfully escaped from a winter wearing shorts to expose my lower body (which proves that people's potential is infinite, you know I didn't run through the 100-meter sprint for more than ten years, but at that time I ran as fast as a phantom ...), my mother finally couldn't hold on, and began to pick me up after school every night, and then my father was awake and drunk.

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I rode my bike outdoors, or rode outdoors in heavy traffic for a long time. The distance between junior high school and my home can be easily settled by car. Therefore, I have also practiced the superb driving skills without holding the handlebar with one hand and two hands for many years.

The reason why I use the word "drive" instead of "ride" is precisely because I enjoy the unrestrained and open-minded feeling of driving my car.

But it backfired. A few years ago, a fortune teller said that you could never drive a car in your life, and driving away with a driver would cause problems. Of course, this statement was also relayed to me by my mother, and its authenticity is open to question. However, she strongly opposed my driving test, not only because I couldn't see the edge of the causal cycle, so when I was confused, menstruation gave me a sly smile. Your mother does.

I was suddenly enlightened, and a string of Japanese characters for "searching in the temple" quickly emerged in my mind. ...

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The topic began to deviate from the subject unconsciously, but this article itself is an unintentional prose. So, if you don't have any opinions, let's recall the perfect days of riding with Nemo.

In high school, I immediately jumped up from my seat and went straight to the carport on the playground on the first floor at the speed of Thunder members. I fished out my green 2-4 car with a less elegant gesture and flew away from the school gate in a streamlined arc. My "Benny Road" black outdoor coat is open and swells in the wind, which adds a bit of youthful liveliness and abundance to me.

The lights on the road give off a hazy shadow, my hair is dancing in the wind, my eyes are wandering, staring at the front in an empty way, and my thoughts naturally wander in Wan Li. I fantasize that I can go to college, get married, have a bright future and have a bright future thousands of miles away.

Of course, when thinking, I will never forget to fantasize about whether a handsome guy will suddenly confess to me the next day, or whether I can no longer be the second in yesterday's quiz, and so on.

Finally, when I think of the place that makes me extremely excited, I will raise my arms and shout in the dark night and feel the heroic sadness of the breeze whistling under my arm. Ah, the feeling of being young is really a different enjoyment.

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Looking back on this, I am still a young man of 19, and I am in the second year of college. I am still a girl who often has irrelevant fantasies, is often confused and pessimistic, but often feels happy because of a little pleasure.

Falling flowers are ruthless, flowing water is intentional, spring goes to winter, and years pass.

I will still miss the clean and clear cycling days in the past. Although this is such a painful and sad day, I cherish it even more because it has eternal memories.

Emotional choice 3:

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In the early years, bicycle, as an economical and complicated public transport, once brought us great convenience. Whether it is going out to do business, shopping, or visiting relatives and friends, it has its silent and honest figure. Like a quiet ox, with a stable tripod, an arc rudder and two wheels, it propped up an exclusive background of the times.

When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up and owning my own bike as soon as possible. In that way, you don't have to stick to the back seat of your parents' car and look at those houses, trees and dusty roads at a constant speed. Of course, the feeling of being surrounded by parents is so hot, so warm and so realistic. However, the biggest dream at that time was to work hard, embrace the breeze and be free. It's a pity that I'm too young, too young, and no matter how hard I try, I can't climb the tall tripod and ride the seemingly huge dark black mount.

Father and his sports car are two mountains of childhood. One holds up my life and thoughts and leads me to travel further and higher. One, carrying my young body, day after day, year after year Father's back was hot and slippery. Leaning in his solid arms, feeling his slow breathing and wet back, I know that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will not be afraid of frost and snow.

The happiest thing is that a group of people ride bicycles to visit relatives and friends. A small bicycle, carrying my parents, carrying me, carrying the joy and memories of childhood, creaked and walked tirelessly. When the long wind blows, my mother's carefully decorated hairstyle looks like a curly puppy. Mother put her hand on her father's waist, and two groups of people chatted idly, with low and gentle voices. Trees on the roadside retreat hand in hand against the emerald canopy, and carefree and innocent birds often take off from the top of their heads and suddenly pass through the clouds. On the distant telephone pole, there are dots like commas or periods.

If you meet menstruation's parents in a nest, it will be more prosperous. My cousin is older and has a small blue sports car. This makes us envy, and the bright back seat is the object that our cousins compete for. Besides, I am too young, and my parents always feel uneasy about letting me sit in the back alone. I can only watch my cousin, who is two years older than me, sit behind her like a victorious general and shake her calf like a butterfly. I was angry with my cousin, so I clapped my hands and shouted, maybe come on. Father and uncle bent down gently, and opened the end of the ride against the wind in our cheerful cries. Although panting and sweating, he smiled more happily than anyone else.

Along the way, most people go out by bike. When you meet someone you know, send a tinkling bell, a small smile, and maybe say hello from a distance. The voice did not fall, people have roared past, and there is a feeling of time staggered. Sometimes people and cars in branches gather together to block the way, which is compact. As long as the bell rings, no matter what, the crowd will give way blindly. Compared with those cars that are as high as whistles now, the effect is much better.

At this time, I will not hesitate to ring the bell at the back. That little bell and its loud bell seem to have some invisible magic to me. Otherwise, why is it that every time you press it, the dredging will be unimpeded?

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When I was admitted to middle school with excellent results, my parents gave me a white Philip as encouragement. Exquisite and delicate body, elegant and generous appearance, plus pure white basket, both look beautiful. Even the key chain was carefully selected by my mother, Mickey, which is exactly what I like. I was lowered to the seat of the cha-cha by my father, so that I could ride it effortlessly. This unexpected gift really gave me too many surprises and touches. The moment I took the key, I knew I had finally grown up.

It is this small bicycle, covered with the morning sun, stepping on the sunset and grazing the stars, which accompanied me through the whole middle school period and has not changed. The school is not too far from the Bird's Nest, and it's only ten minutes' ride by bike. Every morning, after my mother cooked breakfast, I put my schoolbag in the basket and roared away with several familiar classmates. We don't know how many laughs and frolics were spilled along the way and how many planetesimals and birds were awakened.

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