人在一生中,总会走过许多的路,有一样东西,跨越时间与空间的界限,仿佛永远都是安静的模样,陪你走过一段又一段的青葱岁月,那便是记忆中的单车。年幼时你被放在父亲老式自行车的横杠上,橘黄色的晚霞瑰丽又绵延,你吃着一串冰糖葫芦,晃着腿儿,在父亲深沉又缓慢的爱中仿佛拥有了全世界,再长大一点,三五好友做伴,骑着单车在林荫道中穿梭,肆意挥洒青春,十七八岁的年纪里,你意外地坐上了谁的单车后座,蓝色的校服裙摆飞扬, People in life, always go through many ways, there is one thing, across the boundaries of time and space, as if always look like a quiet, with you through some of the green years, that is, the memory of the bike . When you were young, you were placed on the dash of your father’s old-fashioned bike. The orange sunset was magnificent and rolling. You were eating a bunch of ice-cream gourds and swinging your legs. It seemed as if you had the world in your father’s deep and slow love. Grow up, three or five friends companion, riding a bike in the avenue shuttle, wantonly swaying youth, seventeen-year-old age, who you accidentally got on the bike back seat, blue school uniform skirt flying,