A long-lost life

I never thought that I would join the ranks of bicycles after throwing away cars. It is like experiencing a kind of life, or looking back to some kind of feeling two or ten years ago. However, when you really act, it turns out to be out of control. Love this car is comparable to that of a car, and it becomes more subtle. I remember the last time I rode to work was in the early 1990 s of the last century. At that time, the proportion of bicycles was relatively large, and the traffic was smooth, not to mention the name that the capital became the first block later. Because of the long riding time, the temperature difference between the city and the suburb could be felt. After 9.5, he joined the ranks of motor vehicles and changed to ride motorcycles. Since 2004, he has driven cars. Until today. Time shuttling scenery overlapping seems like yesterday. When I was in the car, I had my own space but was isolated from nature. Instead of paying attention to the change of weather, we pay more attention to the trend of oil price. Check the time when traveling to see if you can avoid the peak period. When there is a traffic jam, I become helpless and depressed. At this time, I want to leave the car alone. At this time, it brings a day of emotional chat without taste. One day I finally had to ride again, depressing my inexplicable excitement. When walking through the streets rolled by wheels for thousands of times. The scenery in front of me slowly felt a little different. Bees were dancing in the flower stamens on the roadside; Dragonflies were walking with you everywhere in the sky; The hot sun in summer circled overhead, the trees along the road were busy opening their arms to attract shade. I hope the summer rain is beating on my forehead. Like a sapling to be replenished, It moistens the washing of rainwater in the dry. Mixed with the wind blowing through the body. That kind of warmth and comfort like the soul. A long-lost life. That is a kind of imagination of freedom. That is a kind of happiness integrating into nature.

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