On the dimly lit street, I, the tire of a tricycle, lay quietly on the cold road, recalling my journey. From the moment I was created, it was destined that I would carry the dreams and hopes of countless people, constantly rolling on the road.

I used to be a brand new tire, with a shiny black body and full of elasticity. At that time, I was driving an old man and his tricycle through the busy market. The old man always smiles, his eyes sparkling with kindness. He pedals his tricycle vigorously, while I happily spin it, carrying a cart full of fresh fruits and vegetables, shuttling through the bustling crowd, delivering the necessities of life to the people of the city. Although the road can be bumpy at times, I always strive to ease the bumps and make the old man and his customers feel comfortable.

As time passed, my body was no longer as shiny, and the rubber on the surface began to gradually wear out. However, this did not make me feel discouraged, but instead made me cherish every turn even more. Because I know that every scar is a mark of my growth, and every turn is a moment for me to contribute to this world.

In the rainstorm in summer, I once carried an anxious express boy through the waterlogged streets. The raindrops pounded fiercely on my body, and the accumulated water kept hitting my side, but I was not afraid of difficulties and resolutely turned to help the delivery guy deliver important packages to people’s hands on time. In the cold winter wind, I slowly drove on the empty street carrying an old lady selling newspapers. Despite the piercing cold wind, I still strive to maintain stability, allowing the old lady to sell newspapers with peace of mind, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this cold world.I have also encountered many setbacks and difficulties. Sometimes, I get stuck in muddy potholes and can’t extricate myself; Sometimes, I get pierced by sharp glass shards, causing unbearable pain. But every time this happens, I think of those who rely on me, their eyes filled with trust and anticipation. So, I gritted my teeth and persisted until I returned to the flat road and continued my journey.

Nowadays, I am gradually getting old, and the surface patterns are almost worn down, but I still carry with me the longing and dreams for the future. I know my mission is coming to an end, but my spirit will forever remain in the hearts of those who once relied on me. I also believe that there will be more tires like mine, continuing to carry people’s hopes and dreams, constantly rolling on the road, bringing more beauty and warmth to this world.