Senior one and senior two studied in Yutou Primary School, and senior three transferred to Shaxi Central Primary School. The school is far from home, and I have to rely on my father to pick me up from school every day. Every morning, my father gets up early and sends me to school before seven o'clock. Before school started, I came to the school gate early and waited eagerly; At the end of school, I was busy sending me home. In this way, day after day, send away spring and summer and welcome autumn and winter. Inadvertently found that my father had a lot of white hair on his head, and some students mistakenly thought he was my grandfather! Listening to my father behind my back, he resolutely quit his job as a class teacher in order to get to school on time. What a painful choice this should be in his heart! Looking at my father's busy back, I secretly burst into tears. If only I had a bike, if only I could go to school by bike!
August 8 is a special day, a memorable day. This is not only the century-old dream of China people-the opening day of the Olympic Games, but also the day when I have a brand-new bicycle. When people were immersed in the jubilant atmosphere on the opening day of the Olympic Games, I held the handlebar carefully and learned strange gestures.
In those days, I tossed and turned on the narrow and short road in the garden, making my legs black and blue. Dad saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He finally decided to give up his job and take me to Gao Lin Middle School to practice cycling.
It is a long way from the garden to the school. My father took me there by bike. Although my clothes were soaked with sweat and people were too tired to breathe, my fat father didn't care to rest and helped me run again and again. Although my father followed me and encouraged me from time to time, the car wobbled like grass in the wind, and I was afraid of being anxious. I tried to give up studying several times, but every time I saw my sweaty father, I gained strength and confidence.
One trip, two trips ... I can finally ride by myself, so I volunteered to ask my father to rest and ride by myself. Leisure, leisure, wheels rolling, rolling, but when I want to brake, my heart is at a loss. I don't know how to brake and stop. I was so scared that I heard a bang. I fell off the car with a heavy bang and screamed "Ouch" in pain. My father was terrified out of his wits, so he quickly came to help me and repeatedly asked, "Did you fall?" ? Does it hurt? Seeing my father in a hurry, I pretended to be relaxed, patted the dust on my body and said, "Nothing, nothing. "I picked up the car and hit the road again.
Many things happen. I finally made friends with my bike. On September 1 when Chaoyang Ran Ran rose, another little girl wore a sun hat and rode to school with a new schoolbag on her back. Where's my dad? He became his head teacher again.