The means of transportation in my home (500-word composition)

When mom and dad first got married, there were only three old bicycles at home. When mom and dad go to work, one person uses one, and the other is reserved for use. Although they used old bicycles, their parents were very satisfied.

Later, when I went to kindergarten, my father bought a motorcycle, and our family was happy for several days. I didn't have much prestige at that time, in heaven. From then on, there was a motorcycle at home to take me to kindergarten, and it was convenient for my parents to go to work.

Suddenly, I went to primary school. Mom also bought a motorcycle, which made life more convenient. At that time, my school depended on these two motorcycles.

In this way, by the third grade, I had vanity and felt that motorcycles were too old-fashioned Just then, I bought an electric tricycle at home. Hey, I sit proudly in the car after school every day and look at the pedestrians on the road with "proud" eyes.

When I was in fourth grade, I suddenly felt that the electric tricycle was a tricycle anyway, and vanity was born again. On the way to and from school, I feel gloomy. I always blush when I see others riding small electric cars, heavy tricycles and small electric cars.

I certainly want a compact electric bicycle compared to a car. I beg my father to buy an electric bike every day. In this way, a month later, my family had an electric bicycle.

It's fifth grade, and my father is going to buy a car, but he has been keeping it from me. Until one day, I was still dreaming when I suddenly heard the horn of a car coming from the yard. "Who is so annoying?" I turned over and wanted to continue sleeping in. However, curiosity overcame sleepiness. When I opened the curtains, a brand-new car came into view. When I learned that this was a new car bought by my family, I almost fainted with joy.

Times are changing, and so are the means of transportation in my home. These changes were made by my parents with sweat, so we should cherish them.