Later, my father went to work at Dongmen Pavilion Bridge and traveled through Wuxi every day. It takes three or four hours to get to and from work, which is really too much trouble. So, I made a report and made contacts before I got the supply certificate. My father rode a 28-inch long March bike home from the supply and marketing cooperative, which cost my grandfather years of savings. At that time, our production team had three bicycles, which became a much-told story for other production teams.
I remember one year when we went to a relative's house in Dongying to eat Liang wine, my eight-year-old sister gave priority to sitting on the tripod in front of the bike, so I had to sit on the bag rack in the back. This "Long March" really made our brother and sister scenery once. I still remember the envious eyes of our village friends when we left the village and entered the village. I often ride my father's bike when I have nothing to do, or learn to ride in the triangle. Lang Lang's laughter shuttled through the village, weaving one wonderful childhood growth story after another.
On the second day of junior high school, my father got on the train and came to Changzhou. He helped me ride the Golden Lion bike for three hours. From then on, I bid farewell to the era of walking. I remember riding a brand-new bike to school on the first day. I was very excited. Riding fast when I go home for dinner. In order to avoid the pedestrians on Huilong Bridge, the bicycle fell down in a hurry, and the crank of the bicycle fell askew, and it made a "wobbly" sound when stepping on it. When I got home, my father saw that the crank was stuck in the chain shell, and the paint of an arc had been stuck. Dad helped me straighten the crank and taught me to ride steadily, pay attention to the road conditions and not to show off by racing. Looking at the paint stuck on the chain cover and this brand-new bicycle, I deeply regret it. This lesson is deeply imprinted in my heart: people should not be too wild when they are proud, or they will fall and leave indelible scars.
This golden lion bike has been riding until I have a job. In 1995, I bought a Yamaha motorcycle in Chongqing, bid farewell to my youth riding a bicycle and joined the splendid motorcycle family at that time. In 2003, I bought a car like the wind and entered a broader automobile era.
I often sigh that I grew up under the glorious banner of the Republic, from the vicissitudes of the past to the present era, from the material poverty of the past to everything now, which makes me extremely proud. I often set an example to educate my son like grandpa and dad, telling him about their hard years and my miserable but happy childhood in the embrace of the Republic, so that my son can establish the concept that only the motherland is rich and strong and prosperity is the hope of the people.
Now, it is the 60th anniversary of the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), and it is also the 60th anniversary of the growth of our country and the Republic, especially the great changes that have taken place in the past 30 years of reform and opening up. I think of the changing history of the family transportation that accompanied me to grow up-the small mark of my glory with the Republic, which can't be calm for a long time. I really want to sing a song to praise our great and proud mother of the Republic-I love you, China!
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