When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my father bought an electric tricycle. Since then, it has become a special cargo bike to take me go and back from school.
Dad built a red shed for the tricycle, which can keep warm and shelter from wind and rain. This red shed has transparent “car windows”, and you can clearly see the scenery along the way when you sit inside. Dad is the driver of this tricycle, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, this cargo bike will take me to every place I want to go. Our tricycle has many names: Dabai, BMW, old man car… My father and I like to call it the old man car.
Once, my father took me to school by the old man car, and it rained heavily on the way. Fortunately, there was a pre-installed shed, so we didn’t become drowned. The bean-sized raindrops hit the carport, making a “dada da da” sound, and the grass in the green belt passing by the road stood upright in the rain… Dad saw this scene I sang: “Little rain is dripping, heavy rain is splashing, grass is smiling…” Hearing this, I also sang with my father while beating the beat, “Little rain is dripping, heavy rain is splashing, grass is Smiling…” The singing was cheerful, and my dad and I arrived at the school not long after.
This old man car is exclusive to my father and me. In this cargo bike, there are the voices of me and my father chanting ancient poems one after another, the voices of me and my father singing, and the voices of my father and I laughing together… In this cargo bike, we see Experience the green grass in spring, feel the scorching sun in summer, hear the rustling sound of fallen leaves in autumn, and experience the cold wind in winter. I love electric tricycles! I love my dad even more!