"Deadly Urgent Premium Rush" is also a long-awaited movie. I first saw the trailer of this movie by chance and I was attracted. Later I saw the download on the Internet and saw it decisively. It's natural for me to like to ride as a kid, and fall in love with related movies.
The story of the movie is very simple. The Speedy Dang, a student from New York, delivered a fatal courier to a Chinese girl. The express is a ticket for the daughter of a Chinese girl to go to a free and democratic United States, and the bad police wants to intercept the ticket. The last mission of Yucerf must arrive, FedEx. . . In the film, there are a large number of thrilling cars, dead-flying vehicles, BMXs, mountain bikes, road bikes and various types of handsome men and women. As a commercial film, there are explosive points and bright spots. However, I am more concerned about-cycling.
I used to ride a three-wheeled trolley when I was very young. I drove along with other children. I don’t remember many things at that time, but I was very impressed with my trolley. Sometimes a piece of wood was tied to the back. I don’t know what’s inside the box, nailed four wheels with chess, and ran around the yard.
This bike is better than the one I ridden, and the bell
is the purple bike of my mother's 26th grade. It must be before the third grade of elementary school. Learn to slide first, with one foot on the pedal, and the other on the ground like a skateboard. I remember that when I was young, my door was a two to three meters wide alley. When I was a child, I learned in the alley. I pushed this car and slid over it every day. Sometimes I couldn’t grasp my balance, so I rode to the wall and couldn’t stop, so I rubbed against the wall. Stopping made a lot of slips on his arm. Later I learned, but the car is too high to sit on the seat at all, so I can only stand on the pedals. Dad's car is 28 permanent, with beams. I can only ride it (one leg stepped on the pedal from under the crossbeam), but I also had a lot of fun riding, still following the children sprinting and running around in the village.
When I was in the fourth grade, I transferred to another school in order to have a better study environment. The school was far away from home in the village where my father taught. My family bought an 80% new Flying Pigeon 20 bicycle from the flea market. It has swallow handles and blue. It looks good and is easy to ride. It is just right for my size. It was my happiest time at that time. Every morning, my father rode a bicycle 28 forever in front, and I rode my car to follow behind. I have to cross a large farm every day, and there is basically no one on the road, so I ride leisurely along Dad’s rut. On the way, there will be a section of unmanned high crossing. I look forward to the arrival of the train every time. At that time, the train was still a steam car, spitting white smoke and rumbling past. The fifty-sixty-knot cargo box was like a moving Great Wall, which was very spectacular. We rode very fast on the way home from school in the evening, and the empty lunch boxes clinked in Dad’s car basket. Together with the sound of Dad’s chain box and car chain rubbing, it was a moving symphony. It may be that time, the speed and excitement, beauty and pleasure that cycling brought me made me addicted to simple pedaling.
Unfortunately, when I moved to the city in 5th grade, I also transferred to the city for my study. The house was very close to the school, and there was no place to put the blue car, so it was naturally sold. Until junior high school, because Lu Yuan bought a second-hand 26 bicycle, also flying pigeon. I went out early and returned late with my classmates for three years in junior high school. Bicycles brought me a lot of happiness. When making up classes, I rode around on the streets with no one, and rode down to my classmate’s house every morning to wait for him to go to school together, and walked together after school. The laughter is indispensable on the road. It was beautiful then. Another time I went to the beach by bike with my parents. It was summer, and the distance to the beach was close to 30 kilometers. I remember that we set off before dawn, one bicycle per person. When the day lighted up, I was riding on a quiet road. The roofs of the residents on the roadside were wafting out of cooking smoke. They breathed the air mixed with the smell of smoke and bullpens. Occasionally, they would encounter pedestrians who left early. They watched curiously. As the three of us were cycling, I wonder if it was funny. Although my home is not far from the sea, it was the second time I saw the sea and I went there by bike. I felt very proud. Standing on the shore, I feel that the world has been conquered, and my little heart is as passionate as the sea. However, it is not so easy to come back. I remember that I was hungry on the road, and I even grabbed a leaf and ate it. . . I was really hungry that time, so much so now. . .
When I was in high school, my schoolwork was very heavy. Although I changed to a brand-new bicycle (the first time I had a new car), I didn't have the freedom that I felt when I was young. I always feel that there is a heavy stone in my heart. School ends at 9:30 every day and rides home by myself. I will ride faster and faster, listening alone to the brushing sound of the belt rubbing against the ground, and the sound of wind whistling in my ears. The sense of speed brings a sense of release, and the passion is ignited in the heart to make the legs more powerful.
Although universities like to ride bicycles, they don't have the extra money to buy a good car. The problem of losing a car at school is common in Chinese universities, and it is impossible to buy a good car. I bought a second-hand car, but I often cycled around the sea, circling the coastline for three hours at a time, basically in the afternoon, with the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkling on the sea, blowing the sea breeze, and rushing on the road with no one. Now when I think about it, the sea and mountains will still be in my mind. The only time I took a long trip was to ride a bike with my classmates to Chengshantou. It should be 120 kilometers back and forth. I set off at 5 in the morning and returned at 8 in the evening. All the way is along the coastal road, tall windmills, blue waters, undulating roads, green trees and red flowers. That trip was a memorable trip of a lifetime. Although I came back and got sunburned, it was worth it. Although the car was not good, people who saw riding on the road would still give a thumbs up and say hello. That's the case with the young and frivolous.
Now, I bought a good car, but I don’t have time. Cycling, running, climbing, badminton, watching movies, weekend time is extremely precious. The exhaustion of work has gradually eroded my energy for hobbies. However, I will not forget the original intention of buying a car. Because I like cycling, I love this sport. One day, I will also go to "Turning the Mountain", I will also write my "Bicycle Round the Island Diary", I will also be the stationmaster on "Northern Clearing", I will also be a biker, walking in Qinghai-Tibet, Sichuan and Tibet, to Xinjiang, to Xilin Gol to draw circles on the territory of China, to travel around the world. Who knows, anyway, "If you don't go, you will die!" "The wheels never stop."
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