I am a tricycle tire, busy rolling every day, contributing my own strength to people’s lives. My life, although ordinary,..

In a quiet corner, there is an old tricycle parked. Its body is covered with traces of time, paint peeling off, and metal parts..

In a corner of the city, there is a forgotten alley where a run down tricycle hides. The connecting plate of this tricycle is..

I am the taillight of a tricycle, quietly embedded in the rear of the vehicle. My presence may not be conspicuous, but I..

In daily life, we often overlook ordinary and unremarkable items until one day they are absent, and we realize their importance...

In the streets and alleys of urban and rural areas, tricycles are like lively elves shuttling around, weaving a colorful..

In the veins of urban and rural areas, tricycles are like lively brushstrokes, outlining the daily pictures of urban life and..

Half axle, as an important component of tricycles, is usually regarded as an ordinary and unremarkable part of mechanical..

When I was still a pile of parts, I never imagined that I would have such an exciting journey. I was assembled into a gasoline..

In the dimly lit street, in an inconspicuous corner, there is a tricycle parked silently. Its red carriage is like a silent..