小学毕业时,我满12岁,终于拥有自己的爱车了。暑假的那天清晨,天空飘着毛毛雨,能见度很低。这难不倒我。我一手撑着伞,一手扶着车把,兴冲冲地上了公路。我终于长大了——今天,我的人生可以由我做一回主:车把在我手中,我高兴到哪里去就到哪里去,好轻松,好自在。等等,我不是在骑车吗?怎么我好像在梦里?梦里的一切都迷迷糊糊的,好像有车子倒在地上时车轮转动的声音,还有一个轻轻 When I was 12, I finally got my own car. Early summer day, the sky drizzled, visibility is very low. This is hard to beat me. I hold an umbrella in one hand, one hand holding the handlebars, excitedly on the road. I finally grew up - Today, my life can be made by me a back Lord: the handlebar in my hand, I am happy to where to go, so easy and comfortable. And so on, I’m not riding? How do I like in the dream? Everything in the dream is stumbled, as if the car was turning on the ground when the sound of the wheel, as well as a light