Perhaps every child from a poor family will have had such an experience. Material is always poor, and the only thing to be proud of is academic performance. So just study hard to prove that you are not useless. I used to wish I had a new bike when I was in junior high school, or maybe it didn't have to be a new one, as long as it wasn't a big buffalo bike. I often ride a big buffalo between school and home in front of my classmates. When I was short and the bike was huge, I needed to push the soles of my feet down hard to reach when I was on the pedals. This action is often laughed at by peers. I cried at home with the same inferiority complex as the protagonist. The situation is the same, my dad is also laid off, I am the youngest child in the family, and my sister is in high school, so I don't have a new bike, the big buffalo was bought a long time ago. Even though I tried my best, my mother still didn't buy me a bicycle. Among my companions, I was the only one who rode a big buffalo.
Whenever I push the big buffalo out, I secretly hate my parents in my heart. Why not buy me a bike so I can't ride on the road with some of my mates. I would feel embarrassed then. The bike is ugly and old, but what can I do? I still had to ride. Suddenly, one day, all the bicycles in the school’s carport were towed away by the town’s public security bureau. At that time, I asked my family if I could buy a new bike for me, but it still didn't work. I don't know how jealous my classmates are when I look at the beautiful bikes of my classmates. That was when I was in the first year of junior high school. My grades in the first year of junior high school were the first in the whole grade, but I was not happy. I go to school almost every day thinking about when I can get a new bike. And my family was really poor at the time, so it dragged on for a year. There was a time when I wanted to steal bikes too. I walked past every single bike shed, looked at which bikes were unlocked, and waited for an opportunity to steal them. This feeling has been tangled in my heart for a long time. Later, during the summer vacation of the first year of junior high school, my mother and I agreed to use cigarettes to calculate the money.
At that time, every household in our mine was rolling cigarettes. It's the kind of hand-rolled cigarettes, and my house is no exception. The price of a cigarette my mother set for me is one dollar, which is already very high. Because the finished product is only sold for two dollars. It's like all the profits go to me. And rolling cigarettes is a tedious process. From rolling cigarettes, cutting cigarettes, then flue-cured tobacco, and then cutting into the size of the smoked cigarettes, then packaging, closing the cigarette bags with kerosene lamps, and then wrapping them in newspapers for sale. This is only a rough introduction, and there are many complex processes in the specific work. For example, those yellow paper and white paper, filter tobacco leaves, etc. are all processed before they can be used. And I'm just in charge of rolling cigarettes. That summer, I rolled 300 cigarettes, so my mother gave me 300 yuan. I went to town with 300 bucks and bought a racing car. Silver gray, I was so happy, so I tried to strike up a conversation with some pretty girls on the road.
Thinking about it now, the vanity of youth is actually very simple, the inner self-confidence can only be satisfied with a new bicycle, including all my pride. Only in that hot summer can he roll out 300 sticks of cigarettes without leaving home indignantly. And those cigarettes are sold in backward areas, for those who cannot afford cigarettes.
Later, the bicycle was stolen a month before the third year of junior high school entrance examination, and my mood changed to that of Agui. I searched almost every corner of town where there was a bike, hoping to get my bike back when I looked back. In the end, when I see a bicycle similar to mine, I will unconsciously keep my eyes on it. Amid this constant suspicion, my high school entrance exam was over. I was admitted to a key middle school in the county, and I needed accommodation instead of a bicycle. My cycling days are over.
But I didn't steal other people's bicycles like the people in the movie, but I also thought about using beautiful bicycles to attract the attention of beautiful girls. I seem to see a lot of myself when I see this movie. Including Agui and Xiaojian. Because of poverty, pride and inferiority are struggling.
After writing, I looked back at the mountain bike on the balcony. I couldn't help but take a knife and carefully engraved my name, because I knew how painful it would be for me to lose it.
Fortunately, I did not have a tragedy at the same age.
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