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初中的时候,我有过这么一辆单车,意气风发地骑着它,三公里在我眼里不过是一个被嘲笑的数字;后来,我的单车后座有过属于一个女孩的湖蓝时光,静谧得不像话;再后来,它又载着梦想。直到现在,它仍然是一副要跟谁赛跑的姿势……单车和我,故事那么多。你说骑单车的日子呀,喜欢轻轻哼唱着歌谣,喜欢对自己灿烂微笑,享受的每一秒,纯纯味道。我要骑单车去海边找你,虽然可笑我还不会骑,却喜欢沿途海风如你的指尖划过我发际。
When I was in junior high school, I had such a bicycle riding with high spirits on it. The three kilometers in my eyes was only a ridiculed figure. Later, my bicycle rear seat had a blue lake belonging to a girl, Outrageous; and later, it carries the dream again. Until now, it’s still a pose to race against ... the bike and I have so many stories. You say cycling day, like gently humming songs, like to smile bright, enjoy every second, pure taste. I want to ride a bike to the sea to find you, although I am ridiculous I will not ride, but like the sea breeze along your way across my hairline.