In the corner of the living room, there is a motorcycle rearview mirror that has been in use for some time. Although it is slightly outdated, it still shines with the unique luster of metal. Whenever I see it, my thoughts involuntarily drift back to that hot summer afternoon.

It was a sunny weekend, and a car decided to take me on a trip to the countryside. It has an old motorcycle with a mottled body, but it is well maintained by him. That day, the motorcycle was pushed out, and I carefully checked the tires and oil. Then I helped me put on my helmet, and I also put on the slightly worn helmet myself. I sat behind the car, holding onto the hem of my clothes tightly with both hands, my heart filled with anticipation and unease.

The motorcycle started and the roar sounded particularly loud in the quiet alley. Drive out of the city and follow a winding country road. On both sides of the road are lush rice fields, with a gentle breeze blowing and the rice seedlings undulating like a green ocean. The car occasionally looks at me through the rearview mirror, smiling as if asking if I am accustomed to this speed. I nodded and tried to appear calm. Halfway through, the sky suddenly became gloomy, with dark clouds gathering as if it could rain at any moment. The car accelerated its speed, trying to find a shelter before it rained. At this moment, raindrops rained down like beans, getting bigger and bigger, quickly blurring the line of sight. The car pulled over, took out a raincoat from the trunk, helped me put it on, put on my own raincoat, and continued to move forward.

The rain became increasingly fierce and the wind grew stronger, causing the motorcycle to struggle on the wet and slippery road. I tightly hugged the car, feeling the warmth and strength conveyed by my broad back. Through the blurry rearview mirror, I saw a determined face, with rainwater sliding down my cheeks, staring intently ahead, striving to maintain the balance of the motorcycle. At that moment, an inexplicable emotion surged in my heart. Finally, it stopped in a pavilion by the roadside. The rain is still falling, and everything around is hazy. Taking off my raincoat, I patted the water on my body and asked with concern, “Is it cold? Do you feel trapped by the rain?” I shook my head and looked at my soaked clothes, feeling guilty and grateful. Sitting in the pavilion, watching the rain outside. Raindrops hit the eaves of the pavilion, making a crisp sound, and the distant mountains appeared faintly in the rain and mist, like an ink painting. Ignite a cigarette and slowly inhale, as if enjoying this moment of tranquility. Child, life is like this journey, inevitably encountering wind and rain, but as long as you face it bravely, you will definitely reach your destination, “said earnestly.

I nodded silently, and a firm belief surged in my heart. The rain gradually stopped and we continued on our journey. The sunlight re penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the earth, filling the air with the fragrance of soil and grass. The rice paddies on both sides of the road shimmered with golden light under the sunshine. After this stormy journey, the bond between me and the car seems to have deepened. After returning home, the motorcycle was parked in the yard, and the rearview mirror was carefully removed and wiped clean with a cloth. That rearview mirror seems to record our journey, witnessing our growth and changes.

Nowadays, whenever I see that motorcycle rearview mirror, I think of that stormy afternoon, my resolute face, and warm words. It is not only a mirror, but also a precious memory that reminds me to bravely move forward no matter what difficulties and challenges I encounter.