爷爷教我骑自行车,在我十多岁的时候。很早就听妈妈说,爷爷是骑自行车的一把好手。我在小的时候,也坐过爷爷骑的车,但那是很早以前的事了。记忆中,爷爷慢慢地坐上自行车,慢慢地,一只脚先踏在一只踏板上,慢慢地,另一只脚又踏上第二只踏板。车头先是向一边倾斜,伴随着隐隐的摩擦声,又向另一边扭去。车头在扭转的过程中甚至还有极短暂的一两下停歇——一切看似都是那么缓慢,甚至僵硬。爷爷回头,“看,就这样。”说着,爷爷 Grandpa taught me to ride a bicycle when I was a teenager. Very early to hear my mother said that Grandpa is a good cyclist. When I was a kid, I sat Grandpa riding a car, but that was a long time ago. In memory, my grandfather slowly got on the bike, slowly, one foot on a pedal first, slowly, the other foot and set foot on the second pedal. The front of the car first tilt to the side, along with the faint noise, but also twisted to the other side. There was even an extremely short stopover in the front of the car - everything seemed so slow and even stiff. Grandpa looked back, “Look, that’s it. ” Said, Grandpa