Text | Yang Aiwu
After my father died, I bought a motorcycle to make it easier to take care of my mother.
For almost eight years, every day I rode my motorcycle between home and work, playing my role in life perfectly, and I asked myself: go to work easily and go home calmly. For this reason, I was a conscientious wife and mother at home, and I was a competent store manager at work.
After all, the rush of life can't hide my love for nature. So, on the day when the ice and snow melted, I eagerly looked for greenery in the branches; in the season of flowers, I silently looked forward to the heavy fruits; in the colorful summer, I longed for an autumn rain to give birth to a magnificent autumn... The days really seemed to be spent in my hope, but the rush of the years and the busyness of life made me unable to appreciate the spring flowers and autumn moon.
Often, inadvertently, winter has gone, spring has come, and all that is left for me is sighs and too many regrets!
A spring breeze this year evoked my desire for a bicycle.
Riding on a bicycle, I understood a saying: "Cyclists and motorcycle riders think differently." ”
Riding on a bicycle, the slowing speed of the road gives me more time to breathe in the fresh morning air and relax in the clouds to enjoy the surrounding scenery, to observe the different looks and different behaviors of people walking together or retrograde.
Along the way, the things that I didn't have time to take care of on weekdays came into my eyes one by one, and I was surprised to find that the city had retained so many good memories of mine.
Cycling past the hotel on Renmin Road that hosted my wedding reception, the wind and frost of the years added to its charm. It is it that bears witness to the shyness, joy and passion of my journey from a young girl to a young woman. Fifteen years later, I still keep my original promise of love, perfecting myself as a woman in the loss of years; riding through the small building east of Renmin Road where we have lived for five years, I remember the satisfaction we had when we moved from the small unit, the joys and sorrows of our lives here, and the surprise of our moving into a new home.
Cycling through the gate of the community, I remembered the morning and evening when the supermarket was busy last winter, that day, when I walked out of the house in people's sleep as usual, there was no shadow on the street, not far away came the laughter of the old couple selling fritters, I felt the loneliness of fighting alone for no reason, a dog ran from a distance, stopped in front of me, looked at me with great energy, and I sighed from the bottom of my heart: This morning is wonderful because of you! Cycling past the Willow Spring Junction, I remembered that on the way to work, the sudden rain caught me off guard, and the employees who were traveling with me insisted on giving me the raincoat despite their newly miscarried body...
Riding through the city, I remembered the years of ups and downs, the days when I slipped from my emotions, and the footprints of my struggles.
Riding through the city, I am proud that I have been doing what I should do steadily, as my brother once said to others: "I admire my sister, she is not very high starting point, but she has been working hard." ”
About the author: Yang Aiwu, pen name Ami. He is a member of the Peasants' and Workers' Democratic Party, a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Society, a member of the Provincial Youth Writers Association, an executive vice chairman of the Municipal Youth Writers Association, and a columnist of Zibo Evening News. The articles have been scattered in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province such as Zibo Financial and Economic News, Ten Years of Literary Scene, Zibo Sound Screen Newspaper, Qingdao Morning Post, Beijing Youth Daily, China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Daily, Shandong Pictorial, Rural Public, etc. Over the years, I like to wander in famous works, record my life in words, and continue to practice in writing, hoping to gradually perfect myself.
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