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At one end of the corridor of my grandmother's house, there was a vintage German-made bicycle. This worn-out bicycle looks like it has been through vicissitudes. Only half of the bell on the faucet remained, rusty

At one end of the corridor of my grandmother's house, there was a vintage German-made bicycle. This worn-out bicycle looks like it has been through vicissitudes. Only half of the bell on the faucet is left, the rusty chain is pulled to the ground, and the tires have long since dried up and oxidized. If you look closely, the surface of the tire is covered with cracks of different shades, like a wrinkled face.

My mother once told me that she had to go to school when she was a child

On the road, Grandpa was particularly distressed, and took out a small half-year salary to buy this two-eight bar, which was convenient for picking her up and dropping her off at school. Every time after school, my mother could see grandpa pushing a polished bicycle from afar, standing outside the school gate and looking in. Mom said that her favorite day is the next two days, the cat sits on the beam of the front tripod, hiding in Grandpa's big poncho, peeking into the small world outside. At that time, she always hoped that the road would become farther away, and grandpa could ride like this all the time...

When my mother told about this childhood past, her words were sweet, but her eyes were shining with tears!

Today, the bike is old, and Grandpa and Grandma are old. One vacation, I helped my grandmother sort out the discarded things in the house.

Grandma thought that the bicycle occupied the place and wanted to sell it as a waste, but she was stopped by grandpa: "It's not worth a few dollars, so keep it."

Right. "Grandpa, since it's not worth anything, why are you still keeping it?" I

Quipped to my grandfather. Grandpa was silent and looked at the bike with a little thought.

In fact, I knew in my heart that although this bicycle hill was in that part of the corridor, it occupied an important position in Grandpa's heart. It accompanied Grandpa for countless days in the wind, and also left a deep childhood memory for my mother.

Although some old objects are not valuable, they are full of affection, touch the heartstrings, and are passed down from generation to generation as an important carrier in our lives, continuing happiness and beauty.

At one end of the corridor of my grandmother's house, there was a vintage German-made bicycle. This worn-out bicycle looks like it has been through vicissitudes. Only half of the bell on the faucet remained, rusty
At one end of the corridor of my grandmother's house, there was a vintage German-made bicycle. This worn-out bicycle looks like it has been through vicissitudes. Only half of the bell on the faucet remained, rusty
At one end of the corridor of my grandmother's house, there was a vintage German-made bicycle. This worn-out bicycle looks like it has been through vicissitudes. Only half of the bell on the faucet remained, rusty

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