At the age of seven, I learned to ride a bicycle.

At the age of ten, I started riding a bicycle to school every day.

At the age of thirteen, he fell a big fuck with his bicycle.

That day, the sun was getting off work very late, and I was almost home, so it slowly landed halfway up the mountain. Every day I would race against the sun to see which of us got home first, and occasionally it would break the appointment. I kept pedaling on the pedals and rushed forward, sweating while looking at where the sun was going. I watched it fall behind me with a smile. In order to relax, I left the handlebar, took out the gummy in my pocket with my left hand and threw it into my mouth with my right hand. The car was still straight forward.

The last one went downhill continuously, with low trees and piles of gravels on both sides, and a deep ditch next to them. Somehow, was it because I was fucked by the head? I forgot to hold the faucet with both hands or one hand, but it was still like no one was "driven". The car fell down rapidly, and was still unlucky to be "intercepted" by the stubborn stones in the road. The direction suddenly deviated from the normal path and rushed to the side. I was like a roller coaster. When I realized I wanted to stabilize the faucet, the person was thrown to the ground by it. The only thing I remember was that I turned over two little things and was safe and sound. I had to thank the grass that was at the bottom of me, so that I didn't have my head and blood, my arms and legs, and I was just frightened. I sat on the ground for a long time before I stood up.

I was amused by my own stupidity, and smiled speechlessly at Xiaolu, who was still rotating on the ground, and the wheels were still rotating on the ground! I also felt that it didn't bother to laugh at me! I patted the dust and soil on my body, pulled off the Xanthium sticking to my trouser legs, and my hair made it hurt! I helped Xiaolu up, its head turned 360 degrees, with its face facing back, and the back of its head facing forward. I helped it sit back and sat on it for more than ten minutes, thinking: How could I be so stupid? At that time, I was completely stunned by the refreshing wind, and the whole purple, goose yellow, milky white, and light blue wild flowers on both sides of the road were "brainwashed"! I forgot what I was doing, so how could I still think about stabilizing Xiaolu?

When I got home, I rushed to the room to change my clothes, and then pretended that nothing had happened. Even if I was asked what happened to Xiaolu, I would avoid answering it, and the answer would be exposed!

During the break, I would carry my puppy at home, ride my bicycle to the riverside, do nothing, lying on the lawn and sucking the sun, teasing the dog. Occasionally, the weather would be great, I would help the puppy take a bath in the river water, watching it shake its head and ears on the grass covered with dandelions, intending to dry the water on its body. There is no soil, and there is no need to worry that it will become dirty, and its hair will dry soon. That leisure and leisure have become very luxurious now.

Now there is no bicycle at home, and it hasn't been riding it for several years, and there are very few people seeing it! There are too many tools instead of them, so their figures will not appear in the eyes often. Why? It would be better if there is no priority or no rejection! Although it is advocated, although there are public bicycles.
Chapter completed!