那略带锈迹、涂抹着泥土的身躯,那凹凸歪斜摇摇晃晃的车篓,那纹路被磨平却依然结实的车胎,那坚毅挺拔,凭着瘦弱的身躯巍然屹立在那里的,便是你,我的老车。记得小时候,最稳重的是你。那是去学校的路上,我坐在后座上,总是不安稳,东看看西瞧瞧,没个消停,父亲在前面蹬,我在后面摇。然而父 That slightly rusty, smear the body of the soil, that bumpy crooked wobbling cart, that lines are polished but still strong tires, that perseverance tall and straight, with thin body towering stand there, is You, my old car. I remember when I was young, the most steady is you. That is the way to school, I sat in the back seat, always unsteady, East look west look, no non-stop, his father in front of the pedal, I shake behind. However, the father