第一次下村放映,师傅推出一辆半新的自行车,问我:你骑还是我骑?我红着脸低声说:我不会骑。师傅稍愣了一下,便轻声一笑,自个儿踏上自行车,见我还愣在那儿,喊道:上呀!车子行走在乡间小路,师傅显然有点吃力,双脚蹬动踏板时腰身便扭来扭去,薄褂子从裤腰里面松出来,风一吹,啪啪打在我的脸上,让我闻到了一股儿时记忆中的某些气息。不多时,有汗水从师傅的后颈窝里流出来,慢慢洇湿后背。有几次我都想对师傅说自己下来走路,可不 The first time the village show, the master introduced a used bike, asked me: You ride or I ride? I blushing and whispered: I will not ride. Master stunned for a moment, then softly smile, set foot on the bike myself, see me stunned there, shouted: Oh! Car walking in the country road, the master apparently a bit difficult, when the pedal pedal waist twist it Twisted, thin gown loose from the waistband inside, the wind blew, flapping in my face, let me smell some childhood memories of some breath. A little while, sweat from the back of the master’s neck flow out, slowly wet back. There are times when I want to say to the teacher that I am going down to walk, no