每当我走在路上,看到前面有蹒跚的身影,总会勾起我记忆深处的那个灰旧衬衫、汗水湿透的背影。我至今仍清楚地记得,爸妈为了我能考上个很好的中学读书,还专门找培训班给我补奥数。每逢周六,爸爸就要按时接送我去补课。我们家并不富裕,每次爸爸都是骑自行车接送我的。补习班附近的那段路是个坡路,很长很陡。 Whenever I walked on the road and saw the faltering figure in front of me, always reminded me of the memory of the gray old shirt, sweaty drenched back. I still remember clearly that for my parents, I could study for a good middle school and find a training course for me to make up for the Olympics. Every Saturday, my dad will pick me up on time to make up classes. Our family is not rich, every time my father is riding a bike to pick me up. The section of road near the cram was a long, steep slope.