我坐在咖啡馆靠窗的位置,卡布奇诺的香味在四周弥漫。咖啡馆外传来一阵悠扬的琴声,那么轻柔……在连绵起伏的琴声中,我想起了那辆很旧很旧的自行车——外公的自行车。顿时,我脑海里的记忆匣子一下子被打开了,往事一件件地浮上心头。那一年,最后一次坐上外公那辆一转动就会吱呀作响的老式自行车。那时候,还没有这么多高楼大厦,乡村里只有散发着泥土芬芳的羊肠小道…… I sat in the cafe by the window, cappuccino smell diffuse around. A melodious melody came out of the cafe, so gentle ... In the rolling sound of the piano, I remembered the old, very old bike - my grandfather’s bike. Suddenly, the memory box in my mind was suddenly opened, the past one thing to my heart. That year, the last time sitting on my grandfather that bike will be squeaking old-fashioned bike. At that time, not so many high-rise buildings, the village is exudes fragrant savage trails ......