Babade's 28 Big Bars

Dad used to have a 28-pole car, which he bought when he married his mother. At that time, he got married, and the 28-pole car was standard. Just like cars now, my father uses this 28-pole car to drive my mother home. For more than ten years, this car has always been the baby in my father's eyes, but the whole family knows that it is actually me who loves this car the most.

This car is not much bigger than me. I remember the first time I saw it, it was as dazzling as a new car.

Dad told me that when I just bought this car, it was called a beautiful, dark body, shiny, electroplated handlebars, without any rust, a golden logo, really shining like gold, exquisite bells, and a string of crisp sounds can flow out when the road bumps. When grandpa took his father to buy a car, he took a fancy to this one at a glance. During the test run, the strong father stepped on the car, and the car and people became full of vitality. In the sun, the bicycle sparkled, and dad's face was filled with a satisfied smile. Grandpa saw it. Although it was a little expensive, he bought it at last. Soon after, it shouldered the heavy responsibility of marrying the bride, and it took a year to have me.

My father cherishes this car very much. As far as I can remember, it looked like a new car, and my father was still young. In those years, my father was busy every day, and so was my mother. My mother is busy cleaning up an acre of land at home, and my father is busy working outside to earn money to support his family. Every day when I open my eyes, my home is empty, only aluminum pot on the stove is slightly foggy. But I never worry, because I know that before long, my parents will come back from the fields, and then I will get up and have breakfast with my family.

After breakfast, as usual, dad will ride his bike and go out to look for a job. Before he left, he would stretch out his arm and say to me, "Come on, give dad a hug." I will run to him and jump into his arms happily with my mother's help. Once, I pushed myself too hard and jumped into his bearded face to see how happy my dad was. Ha ha ha, laughing all the time. My mother said, "Your father is as happy as a child. He smiled and touched his face, then continued to smile and touched his face with a smile. It took him a long time to ring the bell and turn the car around to go out. " My mother also said that I like the bell of bar 28.

Unexpectedly, that night, my father actually brought me baked wheat cakes.

At that time, the baked wheat cake was much more delicious than it is now. A thick cake was sprinkled with chopped green onion and minced meat. The whole cake was baked golden and crisp. When you take it out of the stove, it's full of fragrance and you can smell it from a distance. It smells especially good when there is no food, and it costs only fifty cents each. I haven't eaten such delicious cookies for many years.

Living in the countryside since childhood, I have to go to the city to eat baked wheat cakes. Adults seldom go to the city, because there are many jobs at home, and children seldom go to the city, because they are too far away from home and have no money. You can imagine how happy I am at this moment.

From that day on, I learned to be a good boy. Every time my father walks to the 28 bumper, I will happily jump into his arms and kiss him, regardless of the stubble on his face that stings my face. In return, my father will bring me some "treasures" when he comes home every day. Sometimes it's a sesame seed cake, sometimes it's a small bag of popcorn, and sometimes it's a bottle of soap bubbles. Dad hung them on the handle of the 28 bar. Every night, I would sit on the threshold of the hall and watch my father ride into the door and the car stopped. I will consciously take off my bag and enjoy this simple happiness day after day.

Until one day, I opened my schoolbag and there was a book in it.

That was the first book I came into contact with in my life, and I still remember what it looked like. The yellowed cover, rolled corners, slightly blurred illustrations and fonts tell a naive fairy tale, which is very old at first glance. Later, my father told me that he saw it at the second-hand book market. He thought it was a children's book and bought it. Although it was cheap and old, I was surprised by his joy. I can't remember clearly. My mother told me that I was very excited that day. I clung to the book and finished it without eating. It took me three days. I haven't played with my neighbor's friends for three days, watched TV or waited for my father at night. I just read this book carefully. My mother taught me to read and recite poems since I was a child. Before I went to primary school, I had known hundreds of words and recited hundreds of Tang poems. Story books of that degree naturally confuse me.

Dad didn't expect me to be so obsessed with books, so he showed me all the books in his closet. From that day on, I read "100,000 Why", "Idiom Story" and many composition books for primary school students. Presumably, my love for reading was also aroused at that time. Now that I think about it, I really appreciate that I have a father who understands me so well and adds a touch of bright color to my childhood.

Later, when I grew up a little, I was full of yearning for the city. In my eyes, the city is a world full of treasures, because every time my father goes to town, he can bring all kinds of delicious and interesting things home. At first, I was not satisfied with just waiting at home. I want to go to town with him. But dad is going to work, how can he have time to take me to play? There is only one bike at home, so it's no use asking my mother. Besides, my mother has to take care of the crops in the field.

Finally, once, I couldn't help begging. Mom and Dad said, "Let's go to the city once, do some shopping and take a family photo. The little guy is several years old and hasn't taken a picture of him yet. "

When I was a child, my parents talked about me and never called my name. He likes to call me "little guy", and I like to hear him call me that.

I couldn't wait for my mother to agree, so I was in a hurry to push that 28-bar. Mother frowned and said, "where can he sit?" He is so old that I can't carry him. "

I quickly said, "I can sit at the front bar." Eyes full of sincerity.

Now Bar Bar has disappeared for many years. Speaking of that bar, children nowadays may not even know it. Bar is named after that bar. The frame of Bar Bar is triangular, similar to the frame of mountain bike now, but the body is very big. The bar above is horizontal, so it is difficult for children to ride it, because their legs are not long enough and they can't get into the car because of the bar. It's also a good idea for a clever child to put one leg into the tripod and ride a bike crooked, but he can only stand while riding.

Dad saw that my eyes were full of longing and smiled and said, "I don't regret sitting on it."

I said firmly, "absolutely not."

So, on that day, our family of three, carried by those 28 cars, went to town happily. We bought many daily necessities, some food and took some family photos. It's embarrassing to face the camera for the first time. I listened to the photographer's command and put on all kinds of stiff postures. The expression on my face is completely out of my control. I thought I was laughing. As a result, when I saw the photos a few days later, it was even uglier to laugh than to cry. The photographer even said it was perfect. ...

I was very happy that day, but I said I would never regret it, and finally I regretted it, for no other reason. After a bumpy day, my ass hurts.

When I got home, my dad saw that my walking posture was wrong and asked me if my ass hurt. I said it was ok, but I felt my ass was going to crack. But if I tell the truth, I'm sure he won't take me to town next time.

Dad smiled and said nothing.

Later, I went to the town again, but I insisted on going. Unexpectedly, this time my father gave me a big surprise: the 28 th big bar has changed! Dad fixed a small chair on the bar, covered with a cushion, with small armrests on both sides and a small backrest at the back. Needless to say, it must be for me!

I saw my eyes light up, and my father reached out and picked me up. Hey, it feels good to sit on it. Of course, my ass doesn't hurt, and my vision is very broad. I'm sitting on my dad's chest, and I can see which way the car is going. Lie back, it's my dad's strong chest. When the bicycle walks, the thin wind blows on the face, which is unspeakable tenderness. Sometimes my head rubs against his chin and I feel his hardness.

Mom teased me with a joke: "Chao, give you a sesame seed cake." Give me this seat. " I won't do it. If you give me a hundred scones, I won't change this throne.

The next day will be much happier. Occasionally, I will ask my father to take me to the city. When I am hungry, my father will buy me baked wheat cakes. It doesn't matter if I rub my greasy hands on him. When I am thirsty, he will buy me a pear. When I was sleepy, I lay on my back and fell asleep with my father's chest on my pillow. I'm not worried that I will fall. In short, I will never be sad on the 28 big bars.

Dad said that I was so good at that time, and I never cried when I saw delicious food like other children. He often drives me around the city all day. I don't want anything as long as he doesn't ask, but every time he asks me if I want to eat, I never refuse.

I always smile and don't talk when I hear him say that. He has no idea that I didn't go to town for the delicious food at all. I just like being with him. Drinking boiled water with him is very sweet.

It is said that the daughter is the father's close-fitting cotton-padded jacket, and so is the son.

Later, I went to primary school and bought a smaller bike at home. When I want to go to town again, my parents can ride two cars, and I just need to choose one to sit in the back seat. As a result, the "throne" of the 28 th Bar was removed. I didn't say anything, and my heart was a hundred unhappy.

After primary school, there is not much chance to get in touch with the 28 big bars. I have to go to school every day and do a lot of homework on weekends. Dad is still busy with his work, but at the moment he doesn't have to ride a bike to look for a job everywhere. He wants to earn more money so that my mother and I can live a better life. You can't make much money by doing odd jobs. He found an adult school and learned the craft of growing mushrooms. At that time, he had built a greenhouse at home, either planting mushrooms or pulling them out for sale, and there was no time to take me for a ride in the city.

So, from that year on, Bar became dad's exclusive, and dad liked it very much. He said this car is spiritual. He has never had a problem riding for so many years, and he feels comfortable riding out. When the mushrooms grow, my father will ride a pole and carry two baskets of mushrooms to the market vendors in the city. During that time, my father got up at 5 o'clock every morning, picked two baskets of mushrooms, tied them on the 28th pole, rang a bell and left with dust. Only once I woke up in a daze, through the window, I just saw my dad's back facing the back of the cart, and suddenly I felt that my dad's back was not as straight as before. Is it my illusion? Dad is still very young.

However, the bar is really old, and my father is still so heroic after shaving. However, I rubbed it over and over again, but the paint on the car body was no longer as shiny as before.

Time flies, time flies, and time flies after going to school. In a blink of an eye, I went to the third grade of primary school, that is, from that year on, the 28 th Bar was finally no longer lively. I used to be ridden out, sometimes by my father, sometimes by me, and sometimes by my family. But that year, in order to make a living, my father bought a tricycle. From then on, he had a new tool to send mushrooms. The 28 big poles were stopped in a corner by my father, who only rode them occasionally when my father was out on business. Many times, he can only lean on that corner quietly and let the dust fall all over his body. The clear sunshine shone on it through the window, and the logo was still shining, but the paint on the car body fell off one by one, and the once silver-gray handlebars began to show rust. At one time, I thought it would never be able to survive safely, but it was still strong enough to prove its usefulness. The new tricycle doesn't work well and the chain breaks from time to time. Whenever this happens, my father will re-launch the 28-bar, which has never let my father down. You can walk by stepping on the pedal and dialing the bell, and the sound is still so clear. This voice has never changed for more than ten years.

Later, after I graduated from primary school, my father bought a tricycle, so that more mushrooms could be transported at a time, and the failure rate was much lower than that of a tricycle. Finally, the No.28 bumper is completely idle, so it's time to rest. The car body is not completely painted, the chain is rusty, and the shiny logo is gone. Dad couldn't bear to watch it rust into a pile of scrap iron, so he covered the rusty place with ordinary paint and the car became colorful. Dad often looks at it and says to me, "Although it's rusted like this, you can ride it with a little oil."

I believe this, if for nothing else, just for the bell with the same tone for more than ten years. I believe that the 28 th National Congress is not old.

In the first grade of junior high school, my little sister was born.

One day two years later, it was sunny and sunny. Dad finished his work, played house with his sister and ran around the yard. Running to the corner, my father saw 28 big bars covered with dust, and I saw them, too. With them leaning against the corner, I had my "throne" in those days. I thought it would be better to let my sister feel my happiness in those days.

I asked my father, "Can I still ride the 28 bar?"

Dad looked at it and said, "Why, you still want to sit up. You can't sit in that little chair for a long time. "

I said, "My sister can sit down. Why don't you have a try? "

Dad waved his hand: "forget it, you see the chains are rusted into a pile." You can't ride even if you are oiled. Bicycles will be as old as people. It's time to rest. "

Dad never said he was old, and I didn't believe he would get old, but I looked up at my father's wrinkled face and suddenly became speechless.

How can dad not be old? He just doesn't dare to get old. Only when he is young can I continue to be the carefree little guy in his mouth. Just like that 28-pole car, it is obviously rusty and can't move. I stepped forward and rang the doorbell. As I expected, my voice was as clear as when I was a child.