每每坐在那自行车后车座上,迎着徐徐微风,倚着前座的爷爷,我心中都倍感温暖,这摇晃的后车座,我一坐就是八年。由于父母上班比较忙,总是爷爷来接送我。放学铃声一响,我们便排着队走出学校。我一眼就能看到高高的爷爷在熙攘的人群里左顾右盼,我愉快地跑到爷爷身边,坐上摇晃的后车座,“刺啦刺啦”穿街过巷。无论是三伏盛夏,还是寒冬腊月,我都能准时在学校门口看到爷爷那高大的身影。爷爷每次接到我时,总会变着花样地带几片小饼干,或者一瓶牛奶给我,我沿路看着风 Often sitting in the back seat of the bike, facing the breeze, leaning against the front grandfather, I feel warm in my heart, the shaking of the rear seat, I sit for eight years. Since my parents are busy with work, my grandfather always picks me up. After school rings, we lined up to get out of school. At a glance, I could see the tall grandpa looked around in the bustling crowd. I ran happily to the side of my grandpa and sat on the shattered rear seat. Whether it is midsummer, or winter twelfth moon, I can see the grandfather that tall figure on the school gate on time. Every time my grandfather receives me, I always change a few biscuits in a pattern, or give me a bottle of milk.