在我家楼下的小院中,停着一辆灰不溜秋、铃铛已经生锈的自行车。旁边,有一辆崭新的小汽车,在阳光照耀下,身上的漆越发闪亮,身边的自行车更显得破旧不堪。一天,自行车忽然长叹了一口气。“怎么了,大白天的干吗唉声叹气呢?”汽车关心地问道。自行车摇了摇那已经生了锈的铃铛,说:“我一把年纪了,人们需要我的时候不多了,看来,我将面临下岗了……唉!”说完,自行车那早已蒙了一层雾的双眼望向天空,才勉强没让眼泪落下来。汽车看着它,意味深长地说:“这你就说错了,什么东西都有它的 Downstairs in my home in a small courtyard, parked a gray not slippery autumn, the bell has a rusty bike. Beside, there is a brand new car, the sun shines, the body more and more shiny paint, around the bike even more shabby. One day, the bicycle sighed suddenly. ”What’s the matter, what daylight sigh sigh? “ Car asked with concern. The bike shakes the rusty bell and says: ”I am old, and when people need me not much, it seems that I am going to be laid off ... alas!“ Has long been a layer of foggy eyes looking to the sky, barely did not let tears fall. The car looked at it, meaningfully saying: ”You’re wrong, everything has it