它载着外婆和我，以及满满的回忆。

                             -------题记

我家的电瓶车要换了。

我都忘了它是什么时候来到我家的，那辆红色的电瓶车。也许是三年前？也许是四年前，总之我忘了，它存在许久了。我家前前后后换了挺多辆电瓶车，因为太旧，因为电瓶坏了......这次是因为政府要求换成国标的。

那是一个普通的晚上，我上完课便匆匆赶回家写作业。临上楼前，妈忽然叫住我说咱家这辆电瓶车要换新的了。我一时没反应过来，忙问为什么。妈告诉我要更换成政府要求的国标车。我听了，心里五味杂陈。“你舍不得呀？”我沉默看看了眼前的电瓶车，轻叹一声，转身走进了楼道。

其实它陪伴我挺久了吧，从小学三四年级开始。为什么沉默，因为真的有些不舍。它来到我家开始，就基本是外婆开着它接送我上下学。只有鲜少时候，像周末，爸妈会偶尔开开。

回忆，情节，逐渐，涌上心头。

天气好，面前是外婆花花绿绿的衣服，老年人的审美啊。我在后面，常哼着歌，看沿途的风景。熙熙攘攘的街市，来来往往的人们，与风景的过客。常过的梧桐路，阳光和煦地撒下来，透过叶隙，打在地上，碎碎浅浅，明明暗暗，挺晃眼。大饼摊、水果店、奶茶铺......到了学校，跳下电瓶车蹦跶着跑远，伴着耳后一句土话“上课认真听啊”。

天气不好，大雨倾盆。一滴滴清澈透明的雨滴从天上落下，一点点浑浊的水滴从地上溅起，融为一体，也许擦肩而过。从座位下取出土土的枚红色雨衣，套上，疾驰在雨中。雨声夹杂着鸣笛声，有些杂乱，但却是市井街道的声音。每每到家，外婆的鞋都浸满了水，走路“啪嗒啪嗒”响，一步一个湿印子。而我身上除了溅到一些雨水外，干净极了。

原来，不知不觉间，那辆红色电瓶车伴我与外婆走过了那么多个四季，满载着那么多回忆。如今，外婆回了老家；它，也将走了......

新的电瓶车是蓝色的，国标，爸爸说轻便多了。可我一点儿也不喜欢。  

It carried my grandmother and me, and so many memories.

                             -------Inscription

My car battery is about to be replaced.

I forgot when it came to my house, the red battery car. Maybe three years ago? Maybe four years ago, but I forgot, it's been around for a long time. I have changed quite a few battery cars around my house, because they are too old, because the batteries are broken... This time, it was because the government requested that they be replaced with national standards.

It was an ordinary evening, and I hurried home to do my homework after class. Before going upstairs, my mother suddenly stopped me and said that our battery car needs a new one. I didn't respond for a while and asked why. Mom told me to replace it with the national standard car required by the government. I listened, and my heart was full of mixed feelings. "Are you reluctant?" I silently looked at the battery car in front of me, sighed softly, turned around and walked into the corridor.

In fact, it has been with me for a long time, since the third and fourth grades of elementary school. Why the silence, because it is really a bit reluctant. When it came to my house, it was basically my grandmother who drove me to and from school. There are only rare times, such as weekends, that parents will occasionally open.

Memories, plots, gradually, came to my mind.

The weather is good, and in front of me is my grandmother's colorful clothes, the aesthetics of the elderly. I was in the back, often humming songs and watching the scenery along the way. The bustling street market, the people coming and going, and the passers-by of the scenery. On the often-passed Wutong Road, the sun shone down warmly, through the leaf gap, hitting the ground, broken and shallow, bright and dark, quite dazzling. Big cake stand, fruit shop, milk tea shop... When I got to school, I jumped off the battery car and ran away, accompanied by the dialect "Listen carefully in class".

The weather was bad, it was pouring rain. A drop of clear and transparent raindrops fell from the sky, and a little bit of turbid water droplets splashed from the ground, merged into one, and perhaps passed by. He took out the soiled red raincoat from under the seat, put it on, and galloped in the rain. The sound of rain was mixed with whistles, which was a bit messy, but it was the sound of the city streets. Every time I got home, my grandmother's shoes were soaked in water, and she walked with a "clack-clack-clack" sound, each step being a wet mark. And I was perfectly clean except for some splashes of rain.

It turned out that, before I knew it, the red battery car accompanied my grandmother and me through so many seasons, and it was full of so many memories. Now, grandma has returned to her hometown; it, too, will be gone...

The new battery car is blue, the national standard, and my father said it is much lighter. But I don't like it at all.