Listening to my father, I said that the whole family took the "Flying Pigeon" as a treasure, grandpa, grandma (my father's stepmother, my father was three years old when his real mother left), my father, my mother could not afford to use it, but just wiped and wiped over and over again until two years later when my father was transferred to the township as a secretary from the village, and then it was really put to good use. The first time I saw this, I had a little bit of a hard time with it, but it was just a matter of time before I realized that I had to do it.
From then on, my father had a love affair with bicycles. When he went to work in the countryside, he left at dawn every day and had to ride over a steep mountain for two hours to reach the township; he cooked for himself at noon in the township or ate in the cafeteria, and then went over the mountain at night, and came back home very late at night. Unless going to the countryside, heavy rain and snow and other special circumstances, in general, he ran twice a day, rain or shine.
Later, my father was promoted to township chief due to his excellent work. As the chief of a township, my father never abused the power in his hands, was always honest and disciplined, and never did anything against his conscience. Although he also hoped that we could move out of the broken kiln, live in a spacious and bright brick house; although he also hoped that he had a motorcycle, and no longer need to be in the wind and rain for a long time, in order to stand up to their own conscience, in order to provide for the two sisters to study, the father has always been accompanied by a bicycle.
The third year of my father's career as a township chief, because of his outstanding work, he was repeatedly recognized as "outstanding party member" and "outstanding cadres", and was transferred to the flag (i.e., the county) Prosecutor's Office as an officer, and at the same time, our family also spent a few thousand dollars to buy the township has been countless families living in a dilapidated adobe family house, which has been used by many families. At the same time, our family also spent several thousand dollars to buy a dilapidated adobe family house in the township where numerous families had already lived. The flag is 15 miles away from the township, going to work is all downhill, going home is all uphill, my father is still riding a bicycle to and from work, four times a day, every day, every year, just to save a few meals to subsidize the family. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new bike, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
Later, my father was transferred from the flag prosecutor's office to the flag court, because of his integrity, honesty, and gradually from the ordinary officer rose to the criminal court president, and then served as the economic court president, although he handled countless economic cases, which involves a lot of money, but he has never used a penny of public money.
And then I went to a university in the northeast, the family's financial constraints so that my father did not buy the motorcycle he longed for, and my sister dropped out of school after not going to college.
I graduated five years when I went home to visit my family, my father is obviously old, back is also hunchback, hair is white, the years in his face left a deep imprint, my father is old, but my father is still riding a broken bike in the wind and rain running around. I bought a motorcycle for my father after paying off all the external debts owed by the family, which he had longed for.
In my memory, my father rode a bicycle for 25 years, **** ride bad how many bicycles have been lost. 25 years of riding a bicycle career, his bike repair and repair, tire patch and patch, the parts are bad, the old bike good parts removed and replaced, over time, my father has become a bicycle repair expert.
My father finally left his twenty years of attachment and had to be attached to the bike, said goodbye to his playfully called exercise bike career, riding a motorcycle, he no longer need to get up at dawn, he no longer need to get off work hard to pedal the bike to the home, he can sweetly and beautifully sleep, and then a cross leg, ten minutes to the unit! ......
After I had a child, my father, who had retired, and my mother took on the heavy responsibility of taking care of the child, they were far away from their homeland for several decades and followed us to the place where we worked, and initially, they did not know anyone, were unfamiliar with the local language, and did not adapt to the local climate, and every day, my father was bored out of his mind when he sent his son to the Every day, when my father was bored, he sent my son to kindergarten and then went to the street or went home to watch TV, while my mother passed the time by embroidering shoe insoles, knitting sweaters, dancing in the square, and cleaning the house constantly, and for the sake of my daughter, they gradually became accustomed to the life and climate of the place where I was working. More interestingly, the father said that it seems he has a connection with bicycles, and he still has to ride his bike every day to pick up and drop off his children, but the road isn't too far, and he's there in a few minutes.
After their children started elementary school, their father and mother returned to their old home, which they missed. Nowadays, the father's retired salary has risen again and again, and he finally lived in a spacious building by himself, and bought an electric bicycle to get around. The old couple, who have been together for more than 40 years, are living a nourishing life and enjoying their twilight years with each other.
In the old home in Inner Mongolia, the blue sky and white clouds, wind and fresh air, humanistic simplicity, always have their roots and soul ......