
In the peaceful Ping’an Village, villager Aqiang had an unremarkable but sturdy tricycle. It was Aqiang’s capable assistant in life, responsible for transporting agricultural products, daily necessities, and occasionally carrying Aqiang’s family out. At the bottom of this tricycle, No. 465 leaf spring silently held its post. Although it looked ordinary, it considered itself the “soul part” of the tricycle and eagerly anticipated an extraordinary experience.The annual village fair day arrived. Aqiang planned to take his fresh fruits and vegetables to the fair for sale. Before setting off, he filled the tricycle’s cart to the brim. Red tomatoes, green vegetables, and round pumpkins formed a hill – like pile of goods, immediately putting No. 465 leaf spring under heavy pressure. However, it was full of pride and secretly cheered itself up, “This little weight can’t defeat me. I’m the super – amazing No. 465!”

As soon as they left the village, trouble came. The dilapidated path in the village was full of potholes, like a “miniature battlefield”. Every step the tricycle took, No. 465 leaf spring was severely tossed. Sometimes it was flattened so much that it felt like it was about to become a thin iron sheet. Sometimes it was bounced high up, as if it were going to fly into the clouds. It crazily complained in its heart, “This is not going to the fair at all. It’s clearly the craziest bungee – jumping ride!”
Halfway through the journey, a muddy section of the road that had been washed by rain appeared ahead. As soon as the tricycle’s wheels drove in, they were deeply stuck and couldn’t move. Aqiang was sweating profusely with anxiety, pushing the cart and stamping his feet, muttering, “What should I do now!” No. 465 leaf spring was also extremely worried. It used all its strength, bending and stretching desperately, trying to provide enough support and elasticity to the tricycle. But the thick mud was like the claws of a demon, holding the wheels tightly. No. 465 leaf spring complained helplessly while trying, “What bad luck I have! Why did I encounter such a big trouble!”
Just when everyone was almost in despair, No. 465 leaf spring spotted several big stones by the roadside. It had a brainwave, concentrated, and used its excellent elasticity to repeatedly push the tricycle towards the stones. Once, twice… Finally, with the unremitting efforts of No. 465 leaf spring, the tricycle’s wheels broke free from the mud’s bondage and steadily returned to the solid road. Aqiang shouted excitedly, “Good job!” and slapped the tricycle’s body hard. No. 465 leaf spring was out of breath from exhaustion but filled with a sense of achievement.
At the fair, Aqiang’s tricycle and the mud – covered No. 465 leaf spring became the center of attention. Their “arduous journey” attracted curious glances and bursts of laughter from the crowd. The interesting experience drew many customers to Aqiang’s fruit and vegetable stand. People gathered around, joking about this special way of appearance while choosing and buying fresh fruits and vegetables. Soon, the agricultural products Aqiang brought were sold out.
As the sun set, Aqiang hummed a tune and drove the tricycle back home. Although No. 465 leaf spring was extremely tired, it knew that this wonderful “journey” full of challenges and surprises would be forever engraved in its “memory”. It was no longer just an ordinary leaf spring but, together with Aqiang’s tricycle, had completed an unforgettable adventure.