记得从三年级起,每个暑假,爸爸都开着他那辆破吉普车,带着我长途旅游。我喜欢把车窗开得大大的,让风呼呼地吹进来。看着路边的田野、行人和山川一晃而过,我觉得非常开心。爸爸的车没有空调,有时候吹进来的风都是热的,我们汗流浃背,连衣服都快湿透了,但是,爸爸说这是健康的生活。我觉得很对,因为自从跟着爸爸到处跑之后,我就很少生病呢。不过,爸爸的车却老了,像一个上了年纪的老人家,一点小小的坡,就“吭哧吭哧”地直喘粗气,真是岁月不饶车呀。八月下旬,爸爸和我算了算回家的路程,调过头来往家开,好赶上 I remember from the third grade, every summer, my father drove his car broke the jeep, with my long-distance travel. I like to open the window so big that the wind blows in. Looking at the roadside fields, pedestrians and mountains flicker, I feel very happy. Dad’s car is not air-conditioned, and sometimes the wind is blowing hot, we sweat, and even the clothes are almost drenched, but, dad said it is a healthy life. I feel quite right, because after running with my dad, I rarely get sick yet. However, my father’s car is old, like an elderly man on the home, a little slope, on the “throat throat 哧” straight out of breath, really years of rash car ah. In late August, my father and I counted the distance to go home, turn around to open the home, so as to catch up