事情已经过去一个多月了,但一看见蹬车人,我的心就有种被撞击的感觉。那天是正月十五。我在郑州读书,而我的家在西安附近的一个小县城。我大哥在西安工作,寒假返校的车票是由大哥提前预订的,是正月十六的火车。所以十五那天我从家坐长途汽车到西安取票。到了汽车站,大约再坐三站路才能到大哥家,而我提着大包小包,行路很不方便。那天因为是小年,出租车很少。我正四处张望,却见不远处有一辆三轮车正朝我骑来,车夫是个中年人, It’s been more than a month now, but when I see a pedal driver, my heart is kind of hit. That day is the fifteenth day of the month. I am studying in Zhengzhou, and my home is in a small county near Xi’an. My brother worked in Xi’an, winter vacation back to school tickets are booked in advance by the brother, is the first lunar January sixteen train. So fifteen day I took a long-distance bus from Xi’an to Xi’an to take a ticket. Arrived at the bus station, about to sit three stations to big brother, and I carry a large packet, the road is very convenient. That day because it is a small year, few taxi. I was looking around, but not far from a tricycle is riding to me, the driver is a middle-aged man,