今天,放在杂物房老久的单车被妈妈拿出来,准备卖了。我看着这破破烂烂的单车,脑海中浮现许许多多的画面,心中又涌起了很暖很暖的涓流。曾经,父亲骑着车,我坐在后座,倚靠着他的背,拉扯着他的衣服,在茫茫人海中穿梭。这么多年,不管多忙,他都坚持送我上学。父亲不善言辞。从我记事以来,我很少和他说心里话。不过,我每天有十五分钟的单车时光和他相处。后 Today, the long bike in the utility room was taken out by the mother and ready to be sold. I looked at this ragged bicycle, my mind appeared in many images, the heart filled with very warm and warm trickle. Once, my father rode a car, I sat in the back seat, leaning against his back, pulling his clothes, shuttle in the big crowd. For so many years, no matter how busy, he insisted on sending me to school. My father is not good at speaking Since my memoir, I seldom speak to him. However, I have 15 minutes of cycling time a day with him. Rear