每次回娘家，如果不是开车 ，而是骑车的话，为了抄近路，总会从城中村里穿行而过。每次都默念：最后一次这样了 ，下次再也不走这条道了 。惊险呀。尤其是傍晚擦黑的时候，村里没有路灯，一闪 ，一条狗过去了。吓得人心惶惶 。但是下次之后总还会有下下次。
上个世纪末的某个周末，挚友笨笨去参加什么考试 ，我有同班同学遇见她。女人的嘴里是留不住秘密的 。周一同学对我说：“我见笨笨了，她自行车丢了。 ”
然后她写信给我：“我自行车丢了。那天我妈统计了一下，我们家拢共丢了9辆自行车了 。”----刚在微博里想到此事感慨一番 ，她回复：“已经13辆了。”
为什么不买一手的，现在已经想不起来原因了。应该是青皮柿子的那个年龄段，主流意识形态还是不能炫耀物质 ，再加上家长都不舍得买崭新的阿米尼吧。指不定什么时候又丢了 。
更早，低年级的周日 ，那时候通讯不畅，别说手机，家里都还没有座机。忘了什么原因，一定要迅速见到我妈 ，自己骑着最小型号的自行车去姥姥家 。直奔古楼。据说后来把家人惊出半身冷汗。
曾经很想要一辆双人行的那种车。小时候看台湾电视剧就见过 。大概七八年之前吧，920元。抽了风的执意要买，没人合作。那股兴头也就淡了下来 。想想：在校园里骑 ，太过招人耳目，有哗众取宠之嫌；除了学校，还有哪儿能骑？“也就是从武楼前面骑骑了。 ”（不愿合作的某人之语）
小城市都堵得无法穿行 ，只能郁闷的抬头望天了。今天中午，为了两根红肠和半斤炸肉，绕了一个街区才回到家。停车时候还好说 ，一分半钟出来以后就已然无法回头了 。那还能咋地？绕吧。想起读过的一本书：《生命的几分之几消耗在路上》。
Every time I go back to my family, if I don't drive, but the cycle, I will pass through the city village. Every time I meditate: the last time, I will not leave this next time. Inundating. Especially in the evening, there is no street light in the village, a flash, a dog has passed. Scared people. But the next time there will be next time.
Sitting too long, for a long time, from the head to the foot. Headache tooth pain and neck spare pain back pain and leg pain.
I remembered those days that I once ride a bicycle. Those bikes who want to throw it.
For a weekend at the end of the last century, I was stupid to participate in what test, I have a classmate to meet her. The woman's mouth can't stay secret. On Monday, I said to me: "I have been stupid, she lost."
and then she wrote to me: "I lost my bike. That day, my mom was statisted, and our family lost 9 Bicycle. "---- just thinking of this in Weibo, she replied:" I have already been 13, "
She has had a 2-hand Amini. It seems that I am very popular in the past few years.
Why don't you buy a hand, I can't think of the reason. It should be the age of green persimmons, the mainstream ideology is still unable to show off substances, plus parents are not willing to buy new amini. I don't lose again.
When the high school is high, I put a school riding a car, and I fell on the road in front of the old library. A beautiful sister who was a day in duty at the door quickly got up the stairs.
Earlier, the low-grade Sunday, the communication is not smooth, don't say a mobile phone, there is no landline in the house. Forgot what reason, I must quickly see my mother, ride the minimal number of bicycles to the family. Go straight to the ancient building. It is said that the family was shocked by the cold sweat.
The kind of car who once wanted a double line. When I was young, I saw a Taiwan TV drama. About seven or eight years ago, 920 yuan. I have to buy a wind, no one works. The shares will be faded down. Think about riding in the campus, too recruiting eyes and ears, there is a disorder of the migrant call; in addition to school, where else can you ride? "It is to ride from the front of the Warrial." (I don't want to cooperate)
cycling is more free than driving. This is also walking in the streetThe greatest intention of the alleys.
Small cities are blocked, they can only look up at the sky. At noon today, for two red intestines and half a catty, it went home around a neighborhood. It's better to say when parking, I can't turn back after a half. Can you still? Bar. I have remembered a book that I have read: "Summary of life is on the road."
Just, the people in the small cities can also go home for nap, and it is also great comfort.