一天上午,我骑着自行车带儿子回娘家。蹬了一个多小时,三十里柏油路过去了,可前面还有七八里泥路不好对付,想想心里都有点发怵。我刚推车走上泥路,一个老大娘过来搭话:“闺女,你这是到哪儿去呀?”“噢,到我妈妈家去,孙庄。您这是……”“唉!我从城里儿子家回来,刚下车,咱俩还是顺路呢。”老太太莫不是要搭车?我自己已经累得够呛,若 One morning, I took my son back to her home by bicycle. Pedaling more than an hour, thirty miles asphalt road passed, in front there are seven or eight mud road is not good to deal with, think my heart a little hair. I just cart on the dirt road, an old woman came up to talk: “daughter, where are you going to go?” “Oh, go to my mom’s house, Sunzhuang. This is ... ...” “Oh! I The son of the city back home, just get off, we still on the way it. ”The old lady is not to ride? I have been tired enough to choke, if