早上出门时,看见榕站在她奶奶身后,奶奶在屋后刷牙。她们也看见了我,很默契地。我知道,榕不会哭,她三岁了,懂事了。我放心地加速,戴着那顶粉红色头盔,骑车出村,开始新一天的生活。每天清晨,一路匆匆而过那条熟悉的路。看到好景致,就会刹车,掏出手机拍下来。从家到校,要15分钟。我想快点,很多次,心里有个声音在喊:快点、再快点。 When I went out in the morning, I saw Rong standing behind her grandma and her grandmother brushing her teeth behind her house. They also saw me, very understanding. I know, Rong will not cry, she is three years old, sensible. I am relieved to accelerate, wearing that pink helmet, cycling out of the village, start a new day’s life. Every morning, passing the familiar road. See the good scenery, it will brake, took out his cell phone and photographed. From home to school, to 15 minutes. I want to hurry up, many times, there is a voice in my heart shouting: Hurry up, then hurry up.