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老外在中国，对中国的人和事有什么看法？《中国日报》Second Thought栏目系列文章带你走近老外的真实内心世界。 Everywhere you look in Beijing these days, bicycles stand propped against walls and lined in rows stretched across sidewalks. Pedestrians have taken the development in their stride, dodging only a bit more often or widely to the right or left to skirt the obstructions. 最近在北京的大街小巷都可以看到，自行车停靠在墙边，排列延伸到人行道上。而对此现象行人也不觉异样，走在人行道上总能灵活绕开这些占地儿的自行车。 Lines of blue, of yellow, of silver and orange bikes cut off their access from the no man's land of the car-filled streets to the relative safety of the curb. Piles of bikes amass in seemingly random patterns across the city. 这些蓝色、黄色、银色和橙色的自行车切断了从来往车辆川流不息的大街上到相对安全的路边的通道。城市到处可见横七竖八停放的自行车。 Isn't it wonderful! 是不是很惊讶！ I've loved bicycles ever since I was 6 years old. My big sister let me try hers. We lived on a short dead-end street that sloped gently downhill toward a chain-link fence. I climbed on the peddles－the seat was too high－and stood stiffly while momentum carried me toward the fence. 我从6岁开始就爱上了骑自行车。那时我大姐允许我骑她的自行车，我们住的那条小街没有出口，向下曲折蜿蜒，尽头是铁丝网栅栏。因为车座太高上不去，我就直挺挺地站在脚蹬上面，利用一股冲劲儿从高处向栅栏溜下去。 | 
