<p><br></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br></p><p><!--StartFragment--></p><p class="0" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><p class="0" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><br></p><p class="0" style="text-align: center; mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><img src="https://t1.daumcdn.net/cfile/cafe/9960AF355EF008FF31" class="txc-image" width="700" style="clear: none; float: none;" border="0" vspace="1" hspace="1" actualwidth="700" data-filename="4.자전거.jpg" exif="{}" id="A_9960AF355EF008FF31E665"/></p><p class="0" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 함초롬바탕; mso-font-width: 100%; mso-text-raise: 0pt;"><br></span></p><!--StartFragment--><p><br></p><p class="0" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0pt; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 함초롬바탕; mso-font-width: 100%; mso-text-raise: 0pt;">The scenery with a bicycle sticks in my heart, for any reason. It doesn’t matter what shape it is, but my eyes stay on a bicycle longer that can carry luggage. It drags me back to my childhood. Though I think for a moment, it remains happy for a long time.</span></p><p class="0" style="font-size: 8pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="0" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0pt; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 함초롬바탕; mso-font-width: 100%; mso-text-raise: 0pt;">Bicycle, the idea that automatically follows, is my father. He took me to and from school on his bicycle and taught me how to ride a bicycle for the first time. Writing is summed up in these two phrases only, but the memories that permeate it breathe together all the time with me like air. </span></p><p class="0" style="font-size: 8pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="0" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0pt; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 함초롬바탕; mso-font-width: 100%; mso-text-raise: 0pt;">Days when were so beautiful and dazzling. I miss dreadfully.</span></p><p class="0" style="mso-pagination: none; mso-padding-alt: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><br></p>
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It breaks my heart when I think of my mother. But when I think of my father, I just miss him. If I die, I just want my son to miss me. Pain makes him so sick...^^
Speaking of bicycles, I’ve a bit different memory from yours. When I was six years old or so, my dad bought me a tricycle that was available only at fairly rich families those days. And I lost (or else had it stolen, and the likes) the bike not long after I had had it Since then anyway, my family members used to tease me quite often saying that I was a kid who had exchanged it with some pieces of 엿 offered by 리어카 고물상…^&^
Maybe the most memorable of them is the pretty girl? haha.. By the way, I wonder if the next-door brother, who used to be good at drums, lives well somewhere...
첫댓글 Your father's memories is good! Nice day ~
It breaks my heart when I think of my mother.
But when I think of my father, I just miss him.
If I die, I just want my son to miss me.
Pain makes him so sick...^^
Your poetic essay with pictures catches my eyes.
Yes, we all have misty and lovely memories of our parents back in the day.
By your posting, I miss my distant daughters even more as well as deceased father....
Thanks.
Oh, your daughter lives far away.
You must miss her a lot.
But you always smile, so you can meet your daughter with a nice face... Right?^^
좋아하는 재즈뮤지션 나윤선의 안개꽃이 문득 떠올라 올려봅니다.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sWeDfU7yF8
가슴을 울리는 슬픈 노래지만 아주 좋은....
PLAY
처음 듣는 노래지만 참 좋습니다.
청아한 목소리.. 왈츠에 맞춰 예쁜 춤이라도 추고싶네요.
그리고 기타선율에 기대 노래라도 부르고싶은데 음색이 못미쳐..
감사히 감상합니다.^^*
Speaking of bicycles, I’ve a bit different memory from yours.
When I was six years old or so, my dad bought me a tricycle that was available only
at fairly rich families those days.
And I lost (or else had it stolen, and the likes) the bike not long after I had had it
Since then anyway, my family members used to tease me quite often
saying that I was a kid who had exchanged it with some pieces of 엿 offered by 리어카 고물상…^&^
That would have been the biggest worry of the little gentleman's life. It is also a beautiful memory now. Isn't it? ^^
삭제된 댓글 입니다.
Maybe the most memorable of them is the pretty girl? haha..
By the way, I wonder if the next-door brother, who used to be good at drums, lives well somewhere...
처처님's memories of the bike and dad make me feel like a child.. ㅎ
It's also happiness to live in a child's memory for a short time.^^*
We all want to. Right?