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Also, Chengdu doesn't even have a Yulin Road, only Yulin East Road/West Road/North Road. If you keep going, you'll hit the Second Ring Road overpass, which is a one-way street. Chengdu has never been drizzly; it's smoggy like the capital.

But in this city, aside from these landmarks, cyclists have more stories. Only cycling partners will weave through the streets and alleys, know about Huayang's 'Old Ma Wontons' but haven't eaten at Kang Erjie Skewers; know about the Zigong Ginger Rabbit near the Sichuan racetrack but haven't seen the panda's face at IFS; seen Chengdu's daytime traffic and the lights coming on at dusk but haven't been lost at Jiuyan Bridge. This is the Chengdu we've cycled through.

How many people remember their first bicycle in college?

How many people remember riding with him/her to class in college?

How many people remember their first long-distance bike ride?

How many people remember cycling to find a job?

@Mulan's Appearance, Lin Daiyu's Heart

I cycled through your Chengdu and youth, but didn't keep you.

Back then, Chengdu was only the distance from the First Ring to the Second Ring. I don't remember. When I came, the area outside Sichuan Normal University was still desolate, only Sichuan University was still blooming. You should have been here then, but I didn't know you. Even if I did, what difference would it make?

Passing through Chengdu, heading north, until I returned to Chengdu again, I still didn't meet you at the North Gate. Later, you said that was your territory, maybe one of the buildings was your dormitory. Back then, were you at the corner cafeteria, the boiler room, or on the way to the gym? When I came, you were already gone. I cycled from summer to autumn to winter, passed through all of Sichuan University, but didn't find you.

@Shui-9527

I really cycled through your Chengdu, but didn't keep you. No regrets, no reminiscing, everything unknown. Nothing ever happened. What kind of youth did you experience? There wasn't smog back then, right? Was it the weather that caused us to miss each other?

Cycling through the South Section of the First Ring Road, you were in Germany. The wind brushing past my helmet felt a bit sweet, like the song 'Where Are You' by Epitone Project.

This article is dedicated to Teacher Zhang

@Entrepreneur Lai Baobao

You don't know, back in those days, if you owed university fees, you wouldn't get your diploma. I was one of them, so I couldn't get a job, especially since I had a girlfriend. We, born in the '80s, dated with marriage in mind, especially since we studied at the University of Electronic Science and Technology, where there were few girls.

Those years were frantic, relying on a second-hand bicycle, shuttling around the city. At first, I worked in the Gome warehouse, clearing goods for 12 hours, full of enthusiasm, just for a 30 yuan salary. I vaguely remember it was June, my girlfriend finally graduated and got her diploma. I got my salary and planned to celebrate, riding my bike to pick her up. The person on the back seat is now the mother of my child. The women's bike handlebar hung the freshly obtained diploma. The celebration was eating wontons on Jianshe Road, increasing from two servings to three.

But when we looked back, the bike parked by the roadside was gone, and so was the still-warm diploma. The key point was that only my girlfriend had a diploma, and now it was gone. I cycled through Chengdu, but haven't cycled in years. But my story isn't the one Zhao Lei sings in 'Chengdu'.

@Niuwangmiao Zhajiang Noodles

I never knew the pot-bellied him had so many stories. Just because I love cycling, I even wanted to corrupt his child. He said cycling is a tough thing. Only then did I know he also cycled through Chengdu. His school was Chengdu University of Information Technology in Shuangliu. He said he was a slacker in college, cycling to Xipu for a hand of mahjong, borrowing a bike to get there. Starting from Airport Road, the old city commuter bike, creaking all the way to Xihua University. Was it for the love of mahjong or the people he played with? Thinking back now, it all makes my butt hurt.

@leehomzhi Your Chengdu you cycled through

@Shui-9527 Your Chengdu, your Shuangliu

@Rookie Stone Chengdu's night, with you on the road

Chengdu, a city you don't want to leave once you come

This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at the time

What about you?

You who cycle

Are not people without stories

Codoon Cycling Heroes are waiting for you to join

#I cycled through your city but didn't keep that person#