"Single noise disappears when sinking into the sea of clamor."
This sentence came into my mind while I was cycling along the bank of West Lake. Thanks to my old bicycle, which can't stop making loud noise when the surroundings are peaceful and become very quiet while on busy streets.
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在上次傻气冲天地骑着小车陪草方含片剪头发的路上,一位好心人提醒我车子没气了。
“谢谢。”
早在期中的时候就发现了,可是我却一直拖着,拖着。我敢肯定自己身上的惰性在不断膨胀,即使是费力地踩着踏板上高坡也不肯改悔,只是心里还一直挂念着:要是真出了问题请谁一定要出现啊!
何必呢?
终于在一天中午, 给轮胎充气了,以至于最近骑车像飞一样,忽然感觉年轻了好多。
想当年,还是这辆车,三个孩子的背影,在夕阳下一晃而过…
这一周过得比较混乱,完全不知道自己在干什么……
听一听Bo的新音乐,唱歌人竟然是……