That blue bicycle
那辆蓝色自行车
Looking at that blue bicycle, I can'ted help remembering a lot of pasts, tear slowly flow.
望着那辆蓝色自行车，我不禁想起了许多往事，眼泪缓缓流下。
I am aed form of a address for an official or rich man to bring up by grandmother Lao as a child. When remembering me be in 4 years old, lao father bought this blue bike. Lao father is riding it, took me to ramble whole Great Harmony. Farthermost, lao father takes me by bike went to a railway station. He still has interest very much in those days, to step on the car rapidly, I sit at the back, holding him in the arms closely, cry gladly greatly: “ Lao as form of a address for an official or rich man, again quickly! Exceed that car! Like the driver that ” Lao father resembles me, answer: “ is good! ” that bicycle, carrying us one old one little, the joyous sound that recording us laughs language, run quickly to distance. That is me when the most beautiful memory.
我从小是被姥姥姥爷带大的。记得我在四岁的时候，姥爷买了这辆蓝色自行车。姥爷骑着它，带我逛遍了整个大同。最远的一次，姥爷骑车带我去了火车站。他那时还很有劲啊，把车子蹬得飞快，我坐在后面，紧紧地抱着他，还高兴地大喊：“姥爷，再快点！超过那辆车！”姥爷像我的司机似的，回一声：“好嘞！”那辆自行车，载着我们一老一少，载着我们的欢声笑语，奔向远方。那是我儿时最美的记忆。
Went up elementary school 2 grade, lao father begins to teach me to ride that bike. In those days, the homework is not much, every week 5 in the evening, lao father teachs me to cycle. Original, he teachs me to identify a vehicle first: “ politics beautiful, you look, this is handlebar, that is chain, above full marks / ……” having oil but, I get on even saddle not to go, still be hand of Lao father handgrip, little is done to me set an example, finally, experienced my trick-cycling. Bicycle of Lao father and that blue, it is my good teacher.
上了小学二年级，姥爷开始教我骑那辆自行车。那时，功课不多，每周五晚上，姥爷都教我骑车。最初，他先教我认车：“政佳，你看啊，这是车把，那是链子，上面满分/有油……”可是，我连车座都上不去，还是姥爷手把手，一点点给我做示范，最后，练就了我的车技。姥爷和那辆蓝色自行车，都是我的好老师。
I am gradually grown, lao as form of a address for an official or rich man to also age gradually. But Lao father still is taking me by bike, but also go not far again, also won't resemble again rapid in that way before. When Lao father is uphill, always be bend is worn body, return flash flash, big mouth is panting. I feel Lao father physical power was not raised apparently. And that blue bicycle often also drops chain, give out the cry of Zhi Zhi, it is old also.
我渐渐长大，姥爷也渐渐变老。可姥爷仍骑车带着我，但再也走不远了，再也不会像原来那样飞快了。姥爷上坡时，总是弓着身子，还一晃一晃的，大口喘着气。我明显感觉到姥爷体力不支了。而那辆蓝色自行车也常掉链子，发出吱吱的叫声，它也老了。
Later, lao father cerebral hemorrhage, also cannot ride a bike again. That bicycle is placed in the corridor of Lao father home all the time, silent. Its lifetime, like aing form of a address for an official or rich man as Lao, dedicate silently, do not pursue redound.
后来，姥爷脑出血，再也骑不了自行车了。那辆自行车就一直摆在姥爷家的楼道里，静静的。它的一生，就如同姥爷一样，默默奉献，不图回报。
Looking at that blue bicycle, the memory of childhood confused emerges and come, mix into is worn the love with Lao great uncle, distressed emerge mind, change tear, slowly flow.
望着那辆蓝色自行车，童年的回忆便纷涌而来，掺着姥爷浓浓的爱，一股酸楚便涌上心头，化作眼泪，缓缓流下。(文/纪政佳)