我家楼下的小仓库里有一辆被白布包裹着的单车,我一直没有学会骑它。每次学骑单车都因摔跤而作罢。一学单车我就摔跤,一摔跤我就放弃,摔跤成了我摆脱不了的魔咒。我不得不背负着这个小小的遗憾成长着。今年暑假的一个下午,我在沿江大道散步,看见我的同龄人骑着单车在雄鹰广场上兜风,一只手握着车把,一只手扯着风筝线,单车在飞驰,美丽的风筝在头顶上翱翔,好不舒适惬意!我的心被这一幕挠得痒痒的。回家的第二天清晨,我来到楼下的小仓库,扯下白布,将单车推出来,提来一桶水,用抹布仔仔细细将它全身擦拭了一遍,就像给它洗了个 There was a bicycle wrapped in white cloth downstairs in my warehouse, and I never learned to ride it. Each ride to learn cycling because of wrestling and give up. I learned a bicycle wrestling, I give up a wrestling, wrestling became my spell can not escape. I have to bear the growth of this little regret. One afternoon of this summer, I walked along the Yangtze River Boulevard and saw my peers riding a bicycle on the eagle plaza, one hand holding the handlebars, one hand pulling the kite string, the bicycle flying in a speeding and beautiful kite Soaring overhead, so uncomfortable and cozy! My heart was tickled in this scene. The next morning when I came home, I came to the small warehouse downstairs, pulled off the white cloth, pushed the bicycle out, brought a bucket of water, and wiped it thoroughly with a cloth, just as it was washed A