Learning to Ride a Bicycle
学骑自行车
When I was eleven, my father brought home an old blue bicycle from my cousin. It was taller than me, and one of the tyres had almost no air.
我十一岁那年，爸爸从表哥家带回一辆旧的蓝色自行车。它比我还高，其中一个轮胎几乎没有气。
For three afternoons he held the back seat while I tried to keep my balance. Each time I fell, I stood up, brushed the dust off my knees, and tried again.
有三个下午，他扶着后座，我努力保持平衡。每次摔倒，我都站起来，拍掉膝盖上的土，再试一次。
On the fourth day I rode ten metres alone before I noticed he had let go. I was so surprised that I forgot to turn, and I fell into a bush near the road.
第四天，我独自骑了十米，才发觉他已经松手了。我惊讶得忘了转弯，摔进了路边的一丛灌木里。
We both laughed until our stomachs hurt, and then I tried one more time. Now I know that the moment you stop watching your feet is the moment you can really ride.
我们俩笑得肚子都疼了，然后我又试了一次。现在我知道了，当你不再盯着自己的脚的那一刻，才是真正学会骑车的时候。