一这个冬天,老爸为了帮我摘掉“迟到大王”的光荣称号,买了一辆自行车,亲自接送我上下学。自行车的速度自然比三轮车快得多,可是,有一个大问题——太冷!坐在自行车的后座,老爸在前面呼呼地踩,寒风在我耳边呼啸着,灌进我的棉袄,跑进我的棉裤。路上的行人个个像缩头乌龟缩在厚厚的棉袄里,不停地打着冷战。我说:“老爸,好冷!” One winter this year, my dad helped me pick off the glorious title of “Late King”, bought a bike and personally sent me to go to school. Bike speed is naturally much faster than the tricycle, but there is a big problem - too cold! Sitting in the back seat of the bike, the father stepped on in front of the whistling, cold wind whistling in my ear, into my Jacket, running into my trousers. The pedestrians on the road are all shrinking like thick-headed turtles in thick quilts, constantly calling the Cold War. I said: “Daddy, so cold!”