院子里的旧自行车让我想起了我的英语老师。她经常骑着它去学校。现在自行车已经破烂不堪，老师也越来越老了。皱纹已经爬满了她的额头，头发也越来越花白了。但她活着就是为了教育。我想那辆自行车也会永远陪伴着她的。 The old bike in the yard reminds me of my English teacher. She often rides it to school. Now it is worn-out and she is getting older and older too. Wrinkles have already climbed onto her forehead and her hair is getting grayer and grayer. But she will live and teach. The bike will be with her forever, I think.