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bicycle

Source: Hubei Writers Network Published: 2019-01-04 Author: Huang Zhongyuan

When the car got off the highway, it entered the Panshan Road to Jiejiaping, and continued to drive around the towering Wuling Mountains for an hour and a half, and I was able to reach Jiejiaping Primary School.     

Two years ago, I taught for a year at Xiejiaping Primary School. During the year, apart from living and studying happily with the children in the elementary school in the middle of the mountain, I prefer to visit home by bicycle to learn about the simple folk customs that moved me everywhere, despite being barren. After returning to the city, I was immediately engaged in busy work, and I have never been back in the past two years.   

This time the teaching seminar held in the province had one day free time, and immediately asked the organizing committee sister Sister Wu to return to Xiejiaping Primary School.   

The car roared hard on the Panshan Highway. Although a little sleepy, I still could n’t bear to close my eyes. The green scenery outside the window and the low houses inlaid in the middle of the mountain made me feel kind. During the Jiejiaping Elementary School, I visited all the students and families I taught, so I was familiar with the farmhouses in Shanli.   

During my work, in addition to focusing on teaching, I also used feelings to contact Jiejiaping, the hometown of ethnic minorities deep in the mountains. The children's longing for knowledge, their longing for the eyes outside the mountains, and the villagers' unwillingness to be poor but helpless, made me distressed and worried.    

The car was moving uphill and downhill, and some people started to vomit in the compartment. I was a little bit upset, but I still managed to keep my eyes on the scenery outside.     

Suddenly, a picture shocked me a lot, yes, yes, a red bicycle stopped in front of a farmer's door not far from the road.     

Is this a dream? This picture is exactly the same as it was two years ago, without any changes. Rubbing his eyes, he continued to look behind the car. That's right, the red bicycle.     

The car was going downhill. I got up like crazy and shouted, "Stop, stop, master, I want to get off." The car driver looked back at me in astonishment.

The car stopped slowly after finishing a long slope. In the eyes of the driver, I rushed out of the door and ran towards the hillside behind.     

Yes, it's my red bike. This is where I lost my car.     

On a double holiday two years ago, I rode my bike to visit the students' homes in the usual habit and took a look at the beauty of the mountains by the way. I also distributed clothes and shoes and hats that my friends mailed from the city to the homes of students in need.     

Just after visiting two student families, I received a call from my father saying that my mother was admitted to the hospital with acute appendicitis and needed emergency surgery.   

My mother is hospitalized and urgently needs surgery? My head was stunned, no, I must rush to my mother immediately. Since the beginning of university, I have rarely been by my mother's side, and now I run so far in the mountains to support teaching, and I have less time to see my parents.    

From time to time, there are shuttle buses passing by to the county seat. After arriving at the county seat, spend another hour to transfer to the city bus, you can board the train home, and the train will run to your mother within two hours.    

But what about my bike? I didn't see any personal photos in the surrounding area. In a hurry, I parked my bike in front of a farmhouse on the side slope of the road and locked it with a chain before leaving. I believe that in this remote mountain, a locked one Bicycles should be safe.   

It was the third day when I rushed back to Jiejiaping from the provincial capital. Get off at the place where the bicycle is parked, but there is no one around. The farmer who parked the car still has the door closed and nobody.     

Obviously, my bike is gone.     

Forget it, although I bought this bike for a 1600 yuan scholarship during college, but after riding for a few years, one of the tires has worn out and is not very valuable.     

I lost my bike and it still made me sad for a while. The sadness is not the loss of property, but the loss of bicycles this time. It dissipates my feelings about the simple folk customs in Xiejiaping area.     

During my work in Xiejiaping, I described in my space many times the unpretentious folk style of staying at home and staying closed at night, which attracted the attention of many classmates and friends, and attracted several batches of visits and visits, and also promoted donations to here Flooding. Now, my own bicycle is lost here, do I still have the confidence to publicize the beauty here?     

After returning to the city after supporting education, Xiejiaping was rarely mentioned again in a few years. This is a good place. The children here need good education and need to change their appearance through knowledge. However, the folk customs here are also cunning.     

This is my new understanding and new understanding of Xie Jiaping in recent years.     

Breathing, he ran to the farmer's house on the side of the mountain. Yes, this is exactly my red bicycle, the familiar faucet, the familiar handles, the familiar chain locks, and the worn rear tires.    

Strange, the chain lock hasn't changed in the past two years. Is the new owner of the car also buying the same lock?     

He shouted "Anyone?" There was no sound around, what happened? Two years ago, I just locked my car in front of the door and hurried away. Two years later, the picture was still framed like this.     

My heart is a bit scared. The sturdy and cunning of the mountain people still makes me nervous. After two years, how can I prove that this car is mine? People who ca n’t afford to lose their cars have become car theft. If there is a conflict with people, how can you explain it clearly?     

After a circle around the farmhouse, I still did not see the individual, and I was a little disappointed. Suddenly, staring at the familiar car lock, my eyes lighted up. For two years, I still kept the car key, pulled out the key from the bag, and inserted it, haha, unlocked it with a twist.      

Now, can you prove that the car is mine? However, this makes me even more confused? Does the new owner have such a key?   

Footsteps came from behind the room. A young cadre-like man came with an old woman. I found out that the old woman was from this family. She was a deaf person and lived alone for many years. And that young man is the cadre of the township government, and the cadre responsible for helping the family.    

Seeing that I was driving the bicycle, the old woman seemed very excited and made gestures, and for a long time, I did not understand a word.     

Still the young man understood her meaning and told me that the old mother saw a bicycle in front of her door when she returned from her daughter's house two years ago, and no one came to ride it, very anxious. For two years, she moved into the house every night, and moved it out at the door during the day. She put it in the same place as when she first discovered it. She said that people who lost their cars would definitely come and ride when they saw it.   

Later, the old mother was sick and hospitalized several times in a row. She said she was worried that she would be anxious to see the bicycle when she was not at home. Therefore, several hospitalizations entrusted him to go home to help her move her bike out.    

Now, I was very happy to see that I took the key and unlocked the car lock. The car that I had n’t rode for two years had tires on the front and rear. The old woman hurried to a few peasant households and borrowed a pump to fill me up.      

On the bus back to the city, I had a new idea: After I got home, I had to wipe the bicycle carefully, pack it well, and store it as a most precious gift.

 

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bicycle

2019-01-04 00-00-00

When the car got off the highway, it entered the Panshan Road to Jiejiaping, and continued to drive around the towering Wuling Mountains for an hour and a half, and I was able to reach my soul around Jiejiaping Primary School.     

Two years ago, I taught for a year at Xiejiaping Primary School. During the year, apart from living and studying happily with the children in the elementary school in the middle of the mountain, I prefer to visit home by bicycle to learn about the simple folk customs that moved me everywhere, despite being barren. After returning to the city, I was immediately engaged in busy work, and I have never been back in the past two years.   

This time the teaching seminar held in the province had one day free time, and immediately asked the organizing committee sister Sister Wu to return to Xiejiaping Primary School.   

The car roared hard on the Panshan Highway. Although a little sleepy, I still could n’t bear to close my eyes. The green scenery outside the window and the low houses inlaid in the middle of the mountain made me feel kind. During the Jiejiaping Elementary School, I visited all the students and families I taught, so I was familiar with the farmhouses in Shanli.   

During my work, in addition to focusing on teaching, I also used feelings to contact Jiejiaping, the hometown of ethnic minorities deep in the mountains. The children's longing for knowledge, their longing for the eyes outside the mountains, and the villagers' unwillingness to be poor but helpless, made me distressed and worried.    

The car was moving uphill and downhill, and some people started to vomit in the compartment. I was a little bit upset, but I still managed to keep my eyes on the scenery outside.     

Suddenly, a picture shocked me a lot, yes, yes, a red bicycle stopped in front of a farmer's door not far from the road.     

Is this a dream? This picture is exactly the same as it was two years ago, without any changes. Rubbing his eyes, he continued to look behind the car. That's right, the red bicycle.     

The car was going downhill. I got up like crazy and shouted, "Stop, stop, master, I want to get off." The car driver looked back at me in astonishment.

The car stopped slowly after finishing a long slope. In the eyes of the driver, I rushed out of the door and ran towards the hillside behind.     

Yes, it's my red bike. This is where I lost my car.     

On a double holiday two years ago, I rode my bike to visit the students' homes in the usual habit and took a look at the beauty of the mountains by the way. I also distributed clothes and shoes and hats that my friends mailed from the city to the homes of students in need.     

Just after visiting two student families, I received a call from my father saying that my mother was admitted to the hospital with acute appendicitis and needed emergency surgery.   

My mother is hospitalized and urgently needs surgery? My head was stunned, no, I must rush to my mother immediately. Since the beginning of university, I have rarely been by my mother's side, and now I run so far in the mountains to support teaching, and I have less time to see my parents.    

From time to time, there are shuttle buses passing by to the county seat. After arriving at the county seat, spend another hour to transfer to the city bus, you can board the train home, and the train will run to your mother within two hours.    

But what about my bike? I didn't see any personal photos in the surrounding area. In a hurry, I parked my bike in front of a farmhouse on a small slope on the side of the road. Bicycles should be safe.   

It was the third day when I rushed back to Jiejiaping from the provincial capital. Get off at the place where the bicycle is parked, but there is no one around. The farmer who parked the car still has the door closed and nobody.     

Obviously, my bike is gone.     

Forget it, although I bought this bike for a 1600 yuan scholarship during college, but after riding for a few years, one of the tires has worn out and is not very valuable.     

I lost my bike and it still made me sad for a while. The sadness is not the loss of property, but the loss of bicycles this time. It dissipates my feelings about the simple folk customs in Xiejiaping area.     

During my work in Xiejiaping, I described in my space many times the unpretentious folk style of staying at home and staying closed at night, which attracted the attention of many classmates and friends, and attracted several batches of visits and visits, and also promoted donations to here Flooding. Now, my own bicycle is lost here, do I still have the confidence to publicize the beauty here?     

After returning to the city after supporting education, Xiejiaping was rarely mentioned again in a few years. This is a good place. The children here need good education and need to change their appearance through knowledge. However, the folk customs here are also cunning.     

This is my new understanding and new understanding of Xie Jiaping in recent years.     

Breathing, he ran to the farmer's house on the side of the mountain. Yes, this is exactly my red bicycle, the familiar faucet, the familiar handles, the familiar chain locks, and the worn rear tires.    

Strange, the chain lock hasn't changed in the past two years. Is the new owner of the car also buying the same lock?     

He shouted "Anyone?" There was no sound around, what happened? Two years ago, I just locked my car in front of the door and hurried away. Two years later, the picture was still framed like this.     

My heart is a bit scared. The sturdy and cunning of the mountain people still makes me nervous. After two years, how can I prove that this car is mine? People who ca n’t afford to lose their cars have become car theft. If there is a conflict with people, how can you explain it clearly?     

After a circle around the farmhouse, I still did not see the individual, and I was a little disappointed. Suddenly, staring at the familiar car lock, my eyes lighted up. For two years, I still kept the car key, pulled out the key from the bag, and inserted it, haha, unlocked it with a twist.      

Now, can you prove that the car is mine? However, this makes me even more confused? Does the new owner have such a key?   

Footsteps came from behind the room. A young cadre-like man came with an old woman. I found out that the old woman was from this family. She was a deaf person and lived alone for many years. And that young man is the cadre of the township government, and the cadre responsible for helping the family.    

Seeing that I was driving the bicycle, the old woman seemed very excited and made gestures, and for a long time, I did not understand a word.     

Still the young man understood her meaning and told me that the old mother saw a bicycle in front of her door when she returned from her daughter's house two years ago, and no one came to ride it, very anxious. For two years, she moved into the house every night, and moved it out at the door during the day. She put it in the same place as when she first found it. She said that people who lost their cars would definitely come and ride after seeing it here.   

Later, the old mother was sick and hospitalized several times in a row. She said she was worried that she would be anxious to see the bicycle when she was not at home. Therefore, several hospitalizations entrusted him to go home to help her move her bike out.    

Now, I was very happy to see that I took the key and unlocked the car lock. The car that I had n’t rode for two years had tires on the front and rear. The old woman hurried to a few peasant households and borrowed a pump to fill me up.      

On the bus back to the city, I had a new idea: After I got home, I had to wipe the bicycle carefully, pack it well, and store it as a most precious gift.

 

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