Write a composition in the original.

On my way to school, I saw a photo of a man riding an old bike in the slow lane. On the back seat of the bicycle, his wife and children are sitting on his wife's lap. This broken bicycle, like an old donkey who refuses to give in, swings its weather-beaten head greatly. On that man's face, even wrinkles and white hair that he shouldn't have at his age are quietly attacking him. His wife's long hair hung softly beside her face, and her mouth pursed slightly, drawing a gentle arc. The child poked his head east and stretched his head west, like a newly unearthed bamboo shoot, looking curiously at the world around him. Men don't seem to feel hard, because children's smiles and wives' smiles have turned into wisps of breeze, gently wiping the sweat off their faces. He shouldered the burden of his family, but he still smiled so calmly and happily. I seem to see this family driving a happy train from autumn to spring.