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“11号”不是楼房编号,也不是住宅门牌或证件号码,而是我们每个人都有的交通工具,即酷似数字11的双腿。在伟大祖国五十华诞的大喜日子里,作为与共和国几乎同龄的人,我没有在东方红广场的国旗下献上一束鲜花,也没有邀友举杯痛饮,而是在默默步行上班的路上,再次回味起自己“11号”变迁的亲历以及由此引发的感悟。在我来讲,也许这便是自己对建国五十周年最好的纪念。记得建国初期.我还是一个呀呀学语的孩童。通过好奇的小眼睛摄入脑海的,不是匆匆而过的路人,就是骑驴、挑担的农夫,还有那吱呀吱呀爬行的大木轱辘老牛车。听说县城里有汽车,便要去看,爹说:“四十多里路哩,你能走得动吗?”我也就只好作罢。
“No. 11 ” is not a building number, nor a house number or ID number, but each of us have the means of transport, that is, exactly like the number 11 legs. In the great happy day of the 50th birthday of the great motherland, as a person of almost the same age as the Republic, I donned a bouquet of flowers under the national flag of the Oriental Red Square. , Once again reminiscent of their own “No. 11” change of personal experience and the resulting sentiment. For me, perhaps this is the best memory of my 50th anniversary of the founding of our nation. I remember the early days of the founding. I am still a babbling child. Through the curious little eyes into the brain, not hurried passers - by, is riding a donkey, pick the farmer, there creak creak big old wooden cart crawl. I heard that there are cars in the county, they have to see, my father said: “More than forty miles, you can move it?” I also had to give up.