People walking through the streets

That person, you have seen it, he crossed the streets and all the way to the north, we can see him everywhere, he is a tricycle driver.

I walked on the street, and then there was a shout: Is the little girl in the car? The driver said to me in that hoarse voice. I looked at him. He was wearing fat clothes and a thick leather hat. The trousers were faintly visible in the hole that was scratched by the car. His face was vicissitudes, about 50 years old. In his eyes, he can see his desire for my car, he has a feeling of loss, but I refused him.

In my eyes, the people in the car are very powerful, and the people who ride the bike are very arrogant. I walked and thought, why their appearance would make people tired, he is not easy, one day It’s not bad to earn 50 yuan. Maybe he is the pillar of the family. Maybe he can’t open the pot at home. At this time, there is a kind of regret in my heart. After a while, he walked by me and pinned his hopes on it. On my body, I shouted: I am in the car. At this time, I saw that he was happy and happy. I slowly climbed into the car. Here, the ground was still wet. He pushed the car hard, his left foot stepped on the foot, his right foot was hard, and then Crossing the car, his trousers fluttered under the north wind.

At this time, I became nervous. I grabbed the cushions on my seat with both hands. I found out that the people in the car were not as powerful as I thought. At this time, the heart was as heavy as a group of cotton.

This driver may be the pillar of the family, perhaps a good father in the child's heart, perhaps a good husband in his wife's heart, no matter how he is, he is for a word - home.

Dandong Fengcheng Fifth Middle School seventh grade Jiang Manyu