总会不经意地瞥见那些小小的痕迹。到了夏天,膝盖也热得发慌,极不情愿闷在长裤里,便带着那块小伤疤探了出来。这伤疤几乎要被时间冲刷干净,淡到不仔细看根本看不出来。但我始终记得,我曾摔倒过:那时我刚接触自行车,也许是还没有与这个顽皮伙伴混熟,刚蹬了几脚,把手就不受控制,直冲向花坛。我手忙脚乱地弄把手,可是,还没等我摸到刹车,前轮就撞上了花坛,受撞击力的影响, Will always inadvertently glimpse those small traces. In the summer, the knee was too hot, very reluctant to bored in trousers, then with a small scar to explore out. This scab is almost erased by time, and can not be seen without looking carefully. But I always remember that I had fallen over: when I first came into contact with a bicycle, perhaps I had not yet been acquainted with this naughty partner. I just kicked a few feet and my hand ran uncontrollably toward the flower bed. I am scrambling to get my hand, but, before I touch the brake, the front wheel hit the flower bed, by the impact of impact,