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爸爸来接我了。远远地,就看见他那辆黑色的小轿车停在孔子广场上。我坐进车里,闻着车内那股让我头晕的气味,有些不太舒服。我把车窗降了下来,顿时一股凉凉的风拂过我的脸庞,我又想起了几年前,爸爸骑着摩托车上下班的日子。那时候我还很小,晕车,所以连公交车也不敢坐,爸爸的摩托车便成了我最喜欢的交通工具。因为会有风迎面吹来,很舒服。还记得在四五岁的时候,爸爸常用摩托车载我们去外婆家玩。冬
Dad came to pick me up Far, I saw his black car parked in the Confucius Plaza. I got into the car, smell the smell of the car that makes me dizzy, some uncomfortable. I lowered the window, suddenly a cool wind blew my face, I remembered a few years ago, my father riding a motorcycle to work day. At that time, I was still young and motion sickness. Therefore, even the bus did not dare to sit. My dad’s motorcycle became my favorite means of transport. Because there will be wind blowing, very comfortable. Remember when the four or five years old, my father often used motorcycle carrying us to grandma’s house to play. winter