Another cold winter.
Whenever I see the thick snow outside the door, the snowflakes flying in the sky, I will remember, two years ago on the way out of school, that happened in my life will never forget a small thing.
It was a late winter evening, the north wind, snow covered the entire road to home, the sky, snowflakes, still keep coming to the ground. I squinted, facing the biting north wind, desperately glaring at the rickety old bicycle underneath me, rushing in the direction of my hometown. There were few pedestrians on the road, and the wind was blowing harder and harder. When I reached the big slope, I tried my best to rush up the slope, and when I reached the top of the slope, suddenly, there was a click, and the chain of the bike was stuck on the rear axle, and then I was thrown down the slope, and my head was "buzzing". After a few minutes, I slowly got up, and withstood the pain of my whole body, limping to help the damn broken car. I was bruised hand, pulling hard to be stuck in the chain, pulled a dozen times, are not yanked out of the chain, this time the sky gradually darkened, I looked around, only to realize that they are not in front of the village after the store, is my tears, two hobbling figure came to the front. "Young man, what's wrong?" I looked up and followed the voice, it was an old man in his sixties with a felt hat on his head, behind him stood a senile old mother. "The car chain is stuck." I sighed with a sobbing voice. "Don't worry, let me take a look." Said the old man squatted in front of the car. In a short while, the bike was tamed by the old man. "OK, young man, try it." The old man gasped and said. I took the bike and turned the back wheel, it was really fine. I gratefully said to the old man, "Master thank you, really thank you so much!" "OK, young man, it's going to be dark soon, hurry up!" "Well" said I'm going to get on the car, at this time, the old lady tightly walk a step in front of me to stop, I hastily support the car to pull out the money, is not it, to repair the car to money. Just see the big mom took off her gloves handed to me in front, said: "children, put it on, do not freeze the hand." All of a sudden, my face was hot. "Don't, Big Mom ......" At that moment, I realized that my gloves had been blown away by the wind while I was working on my car. "Take it, young man" the oldest man took the gloves from the oldest mom as soon as he took them hard to me. "Thank you grandpa and mom! Thank you, ma'am! How can I thank you?" "Stop it, young man! It's important to hurry! Your family is waiting for you!" At some point, my eyes filled with tears. I got on my bike and sped away. Behind me from time to time came the old lady's warm and affectionate shouts: "young man, dark road slippery, slow down ......" I do not know when tears once again filled my eyes. I turned back from time to time to the two old people cast a grateful gaze.
Afterwards, I have been in my "accident" slope stayed many times, but never met the two old people.