I asked a friend to ride a bike in the suburbs.
After two times, he couldn’t help saying: I feel so painful.
How can you fall in love with cycling? I asked him: don’t you think the scenery in the countryside is beautiful? He said, “beautiful, but I can drive to see it.”.
Yes, the destination is the same, but the process is very different.
Why do I enjoy riding so much? I often ride alone.
When I meet an unknown rider on the road, I say hello and immediately become a friend.
Do I usually do this? can’t.
Riding makes people more trust and friendly.
Sometimes, strange riders will take the initiative to greet me.
At this moment, his enthusiasm infects me.
Our common hobbies make our hearts very close.
Riders in the world are like a family.
You’re hungry, you’re lost, and your car breaks down.
Whenever you have difficulties on the road, you can ask your rider for help without worry.
There will never be indifference when you fall and no one helps you.
When riding, we are relatives.
We help each other and go through hardships together.
These people who help you are strangers in your eyes on weekdays.
Riding makes people’s relationship simple and beautiful.
The names of riders are net names.
They don’t know each other’s social status, background and identity.
They are the same people.
This is a real person.
There is no intrigue, fame and interests.
We instinctively love each other.
This dependence between people is the purest love in human primitive instinct and a great love that transcends all narrowness.
Riding makes me more tenacious, tolerant, brave and strong.
When some riders complain that their companions are too slow, I think of my efforts when I first started riding; When there are vehicles or pedestrians who don’t obey the traffic rules on the opposite side, I will think of myself because I have to turn at the intersection not far from the front, and it’s inconvenient to cross the road, and I sometimes go retrograde; When the scorching sun is still far away from the destination, I will face it calmly; When the sky suddenly has a light snow, I will be more cautious.
When all this happened, I said to myself: move forward, because you have no choice! Life is a one-way street without return journey.
Cycling makes life more colorful.
A hammock was tied up in the grove to feel the gentle breeze leisurely.
Taste the special dishes of farmers in the village shop and feel different flavors.
On the barren hills and fields, he shouted wantonly.
On the road with rare human traces, I was sweating and racing.
In the eyes of passers-by or surprised or envious, it flashed by.
Even bypass the ticket gate and proudly take the path to enter the scenic spots…
You can always look at different scenery.
You can enjoy all the gifts given by nature.
When riding, you can not be yourself as usual.
You can not be a lady or a gentleman.
You can relax, publicize your wildness and sprinkle your happiness heartily.
Stepping on my beloved horse, I look solemn and firm in my heart.
This is my world.
At this moment, I was as powerful as a king…