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The father and son traveled 20, 000 miles westward in the Tour of the Lake, Nine o 'clock in the morning, When we were packing up and getting ready to set off, The bicycle of the father and son from Henan was no longer seen in the hotel yard, Last night when we met, That young father once mentioned that their bike hadn't been repaired yet, We can only set off early. He kept wiping his fingers smeared with chicken fat as he spoke, My eleven-year-old son beside me was helping to pack my bags. This father and son It was my first attempt at long-distance cycling. It is said that they had cycled as far as Zhengzhou before, Only simple preparations were made before this departure, No training was conducted, That father really has a hard time, Under the scorching sun, I had to pull my son's cart with a tow rope, and there were still two bulging camel bags on the rear frame. A distance of seventy kilometers, It's not long for my father and me, But the scorching sun in the Gobi Desert makes people listless, Extra physical exertion.
It's under the bridge on the expressway now, We took a break and ate watermelon. This watermelon was bought yesterday, It was given to us by that vendor. He said that it had been quite tough for us to ride all the way here, Uh, buy one get one free Three o 'clock in the afternoon, Finally, we arrived in Jinghe County, Follow the navigation and turn into a quiet alley, We arrived at a homestay run by a couple from Jiangsu, Push open the heavy iron door, Suddenly, everything opened up before my eyes, In the center of the courtyard lies a vibrant vegetable garden, The tomato racks are neatly arranged, The bright red fruits hung all over the branches like lanterns, The Jilong cucumber vines are spreading freely in the corner. Thick and lush green. The lush and verdant impatiens, There are countless green peppers like green flames, The host greeted warmly, We can pick the vegetables grown in the garden freely, It's hard to get fresh vegetables on the cycling road, I picked it. The moment you bite into a ripe tomato, The sweet and sour juice immediately rushed into the mouth, This is the first time since I woke up that I have tasted such a fresh flavor. As dusk approaches, I was sitting under the grape trellis in the yard, repairing my bicycle I thought of that father and son from Henan again, Perhaps they have already lodged a complaint by now, Cycling is just like this, Some people choose to travel light, Some people have to forge ahead under heavy burdens, Some people come to challenge themselves, Some people just want to accompany their children to see different sceneries, But in any case, Every cyclist's wheel track conceals their own story.
