[cycling diary] when it’s close to the wind, it’s very free

No: 151 I didn’t write such a “riding diary” before.

I didn’t expect it to be the case now.

Open the computer, click the familiar interface, pass the photos with the wechat file assistant, and try to write something down.

It has been more than a month since I bought the second-hand xidsheng hero 380 on April 2, 2022.

Try to keep cycling from Monday to Friday, and occasionally have time to ride a little on Saturday and Sunday.

Originally, it was to lose weight and maintain body shape for the needs of work.

This was indeed achieved.

It lost 11 kilograms and maintained a waist circumference of 70 cm.

Then I found that cycling gave me a good way to go beyond public transportation to observe the daily life of the city.

Recently, I found that it gave me not only physical comfort, but also some spiritual insights.

When I rode many times, I seemed to return to the middle school student.

I shuttled through the same summer and the same trees.

The time and place were always changing, but some initial thing in my heart seemed to be still there.

Let’s simply put some pictures as usual and according to the timeline.

After recording, the state of mind can only be the present, not the “present” of the past, but it doesn’t hurt.

4.30 I took a ride on the night of the accident.

I wanted to keep the amount of exercise.

I didn’t even bring a bag.

I just took my mobile phone and car key and went out.

Oh, and headphones.

I wanted to blow the wind and see the scenery all the way.

When I got there, I went back.

On the way, I received a phone call from a little partner and talked all the way about her feelings.

I was also talking at sixes and sevens.

Later, I answered a phone call from home and didn’t listen to music all the way.

I bought two new candles and a simple measuring cup.

I thought I could make some bubble water drinks after going to work.

The convenience store bought a coke, asked for a plastic bag, and was said by the boss that “I really can live”.

I usually go to IKEA by car in the afternoon.

This is the first time to go by bike in the evening.

I went at nine and left before closing at ten.

There are few people at this time.

I don’t know whether it’s because of the peak time in the afternoon or the epidemic.

Every time I go to IKEA, I will look at the toy area, the same plush toys.

And I always have the idea of “knowing it’s impossible but still trying to find it”, hoping to see the little prince doll on both sides, the little toy I see at a glance.

Several times over the years, nothing.

I don’t have to buy it.

I just hope I can meet it again.

But my messy habits are disappearing.

I don’t know what will be replaced, and I don’t care if there will always be a vacancy.

Perhaps it is through too many losses that we learn to cherish more and more.

On the way home that day, on the North Third Ring Road or some such road, there were no pedestrians, bicycles and electric vehicles, and the speed of cars was also very fast.

I remember I passed by a man riding a motorcycle.

He suddenly stopped at the side of the road that was not too bright under a bridge.

Next to him, there was a woman in red with a mobile phone and an invisible wechat chat record.

For only a few seconds, I cycled past at a high speed.

There are also three girls.

Two people are wearing white wedding dresses.

One has a simple and cheap colored lamp on his head.

They are under another bridge.

The third person takes pictures for them with his mobile phone.

Also passing by in a few seconds, I saw that their hands were about to be pulled together and patted in this posture.

You can also hear the tram passing by, a man and a woman, shouting that it’s dark and the white wedding dress is a little scary on the roadside.

The day before yesterday, near the company, I also saw someone taking wedding photos on the roadside.

At the intersection of CBD, when there are no people.

I am a passer-by.

I also subconsciously observe photographers and models.

Later, I also passed through some dark channels without anyone, only a few tens of meters, but I did feel a little scared.

I didn’t look at the route carefully when I went there.

When I came back, I found it was a little farther than I thought.

For a while, I wanted to stop halfway and looked at the road.

There were no street lights, only the traffic lights lit up, so I didn’t stop until I got near my home.

I was afraid of the dark and I was a little uneasy about the road.

I overcame a lot in this unexpected night ride.

It seems to be more than eleven o’clock when I get home.

Many times I feel that I still have a child in my heart.

It hasn’t grown up yet.

It seems difficult for me to force it to grow up, but it’s not good to let it grow up.

In fact, it is to experience together.

Many times when I grow up, I lack the time for someone to experience with me, and I am used to facing it alone.

But even if I’m not afraid, the child sometimes says, “in fact, I’m a little afraid I can’t do it”, and what I have to do is not to tell it directly.

You have to do this, but to tell it, you see, in fact, you can.

Maybe everyone has such a “child” in their heart.

Some are very mature, some are very naive, and all kinds of.

It may be realized by us, may occupy our real personality, may be suppressed to a corner.

Or it is not the image of a child, but the image of an elder.

No matter what the image is, it is a hidden part of the self, with some light and some darkness.

However, it seems that it is very important not to run too fast or too slow, holding his hand forward.

Some time ago, I felt that it was a little wronged, and I was indeed a little tired, but when I rode, I thought my whole body was gradually stretching, just like those growing plants.

Just like taking care of a flower and small animals, our emotions and any thoughts need to be well detected and taken care of.

There are flowers downstairs in the community and a car that is often parked here and no one rides..