1. Essay on My Bicycle No. 4
Last summer, my father taught me how to ride a bike. Once I mastered it, he gifted me a mini bicycle for my daily trips to school.
My mini bike is a striking pink color, resembling a lotus bloom. My father said he chose it because I am gentle, and the pink was perfect for me. It has a small, cute basket in front where I place my school bag every day on my way to class. The bike features balanced handlebars wrapped in thin brown rubber, making it comfortable for my hands.
Near the handlebars, there’s a small bell that I ring whenever I need to alert someone on the road. The seat is cushioned with soft brown leather, ensuring comfort. There’s also a seat at the back for a second rider, and sometimes I ride with my friend to school. The bike has two round wheels, and the spokes are sturdy steel.
The rubber tires are durable and visually appealing. Each time the wheels spin, it’s a joyful sight as they turn in perfect sync. My bike is my constant companion on the way to school and back every day. In the cool afternoons, I often ride with my friends to the park to relax. Occasionally, my father and I ride together in the mornings for exercise, which helps me stay strong.
I truly love my bicycle. It’s not just a mode of transportation, but a loyal friend who is with me every day. I will take great care of it to ensure it stays new and lasts a long time.


2. Essay on My Bicycle No. 5
I learned to ride a bicycle when I was in first grade, but it wasn’t until I reached fourth grade that my parents bought me my own bicycle, allowing me to ride to school on my own.
The bike stands at one meter tall and is painted a sleek blue. The rims and fenders shine with a bright white, steel-plated finish. The frame curves gently, forming a smooth, slanted ‘S’ shape, linking the handlebars at the front to the seat and rear wheel at the back.
The handlebars are shaped like a ‘U’ and are made of polished stainless steel, with black rubber grips for a secure hold. The brake levers extend from the handlebars, crossing each other in front with two playful Mi-sa bear figurines attached. The seat is a comfortable grey, padded for a smooth ride. The spokes of the wheels shine brightly, reflecting light like mirrors as the bike moves.
Despite using the bike for over a year, it still looks brand new. I take great care to maintain it, cleaning it weekly. On rainy days, when I return home, I always wipe it down with a dry cloth until it shines. Thanks to this, the bike continues to run smoothly, with a soothing ‘ro-ro’ sound when I pedal. Occasionally, my dad applies oil to the chain to prevent rust and keep it in good condition for the long term.
Although my “steed” doesn’t neigh like the horses of knights in fairy tales, it faithfully carries me to school twice a day. There, I learn and grow, preparing to become a responsible citizen of a country with a long and rich history. I love my bicycle and treat it as a loyal companion, always reliable and hardworking.


3. Essay on My Bicycle No. 6
At the end of the last semester, I earned the title of Excellent Student. As promised, my mother rewarded me with a brand-new bicycle. I was overjoyed and excited.
“Wow! This bike is so beautiful!” I exclaimed loudly. The Asama mini bike, painted in ocean blue, still shines brightly. I carefully examined it, noticing its features: two wheels, a set of pedals with gears, a white plastic basket, handlebars, seat, front and rear brakes, and a kickstand.
The seat is soft and very comfortable. My mother adjusted it to the right height for me to ride. A metal bar extends from the seat to the front of the bike. The wheels are sturdy, and on the left handlebar, there’s a pink bell. The bell is very sensitive, and I often press it to make it ring “Kinh coong” when I’m in crowded places.
The front of the bike has a basket where I can store my things. It’s very convenient, and I often place my schoolbag in it when I go to school. The bike wheels are fitted with many spokes made of metal. My bike has two seats: one for the rider and one for a passenger. I always keep a cloth under the seat, and every Sunday, I take it out to wipe the bike clean and shiny.
I really treasure this bicycle because it is the most meaningful gift my mother has given me, and it’s so useful. I will take good care of it, just as I cherish the love my mother has for me. The frame is large and sturdy, painted in white and green. Since I am still small, my mother lowered the seat so I could ride it. In the late afternoons, after school, she lets me ride around the local sports field.
Although I can now ride the bike, my mother told me I should only ride when she is with me, as the roads are busy and dangerous. I obediently follow her advice. Every day, I am excited to go for a ride with my mother. I am so grateful for this thoughtful gift, and I will study even harder to make my mother proud.


4. Essay on My Bicycle No. 7
When my older sister entered high school, she passed down her bicycle to me. My father promised that when I reached a higher grade, he would buy me a brand-new one.
The mini Japanese bike was painted in a lovely shade of green. My father said it was a women's bike, perfectly suited for a girl’s figure. Since it was secondhand, it had some scratches, likely from the times it fell or perhaps when my sister fell and didn’t want to tell my father. The frame of the bike has a gentle curve, which makes it look elegant and not too bulky.
The handlebars are curved, designed perfectly for my comfort when I sit on the bike. The black seat is soft and cozy. The rear rack is made of white metal. There is a plastic basket in front of the bike, which I use to carry my schoolbag. The tires have worn out a bit from years of use, and a few of the spokes have broken.
My father is waiting for Sunday to replace the tires. He’s concerned that the roads will be slippery during rainy weather. The chain and gears are hidden inside a protective box. Just like my father, who is meticulous, my sister took great care of the bike. Even after several years, it still rides smoothly. Although the bike is old, it’s still very fast. I always check the tire pressure and the brakes before taking it out of the house.
After school, I always clean it carefully before putting it away. The school is quite far from my house, but with my bike, the journey is easier, and I always arrive on time. This bike is now a valuable companion for me. I’ll keep taking good care of it, as the saying goes, “A durable item depends on its owner.”


5. Essay on My Bicycle No. 8
When I turned four, my dad gave me a bicycle. Even now, after growing quite a bit, I still ride the same bike. It's the one I had back in preschool, and it has always been my favorite possession.
The bike is 70 cm tall and painted in a beautiful shade of navy blue. The frame is adorned with the Martin brand logo, in silver-gray. The wheels are made of shiny aluminum with white steel spokes. The rear wheel has a small training wheel attached, which can be adjusted for height. This little wheel helps keep the bike balanced, making it easier for me to learn how to ride.
Once I had mastered balancing and controlling the handlebars, my dad removed the training wheel, and my bike looked just like an adult’s. The handlebars are made of white steel, with red rubber grips that feel soft and smooth like velvet. The white brake cables form a “V” shape, with a yellow plastic butterfly connector in the center.
On the left handlebar, there is a bell. Pressing the button produces a pleasant “ding-ding” sound. The seat is soft, black, and perfectly shaped for me. My dad bought me a really good bike – with just a light push on the pedals, it zooms ahead with the chain making a satisfying “clink-clink” sound. The wheels spin powerfully, and the white spokes gleam like mirrors.
I will always remember the first time I tried riding. My dad helped me sit on the seat and pedaled for me. Thanks to the small training wheel, I could ride with ease. The whole family cheered me on as I pedaled around the yard, happily shouting, “I can ride now!” After just two weeks, my dad removed the training wheel, and I was riding confidently and smoothly.
My dad takes great care of my bike. I clean it with a cloth to remove dirt and water, and he oils the bearings. As a result, even after five years, my bike still looks brand new. The paint is still shiny, and the wheels are as white as the day I got it.
Since third grade, I’ve been riding my bike to school. To avoid busy roads, I take a safer path through the village. No matter the weather – whether it’s sunny, rainy, dry, or muddy – my bike faithfully takes me to school every day. The wheels seem to chat with me as they roll, accompanying me through my journey of learning. I proudly tell my friends, “This is my trusty steed!”
With the love and care of my parents, I’ve been provided with many things: clothes, a school bag, toys, a desk, a computer… Each night, as I go to bed, I imagine the bike whispering to the other things in the house: “I am your master’s legs, always here with you, sometimes even before you.” As I fall asleep, I want to tell the bike, “Yes, you’ve been my friend since I was four.”


6. Essay on My Bicycle No. 9
When I started 5th grade, my parents gifted me a new bicycle to help me get around more easily. I really love this bike.
This is a Japanese mini-bike, slightly smaller than others so that I can comfortably touch the ground with my feet while riding. The frame is red with cute sheep illustrations on it. The handlebars are also red, designed to prevent slipping and discomfort. Each handlebar has a brake to help me stop safely.
The right brake, also known as the rear brake, is used for normal stops. The left brake, or front brake, is for emergency situations. However, I usually rely on the rear brake as it feels safer. On the front of the bike, there’s a basket where I can place my school bag and helmet when I go to school.
The basket is made of thin metal wires woven tightly together. The seat is black, designed for comfort during long rides. The pedals are equipped with black footrests to make pedaling easier. The bike has two large, circular wheels with colorful spokes that shine as they spin, creating a beautiful effect. Behind the black seat, there’s a rectangular frame for carrying my friends along the way.
I really love this bike. It feels like my best friend, accompanying me to school every day and bringing me home after each tiring day. I will take great care of it so that it lasts longer and stays with me for many more school years.


7. Essay on My Bicycle No. 10
Every day, I ride my old bicycle to school. This bicycle originally belonged to my sister Ha, and I’ve been using it throughout my middle school years. Now that she’s in 11th grade, she gave it to me. My dad said, 'Use this bike for a few more years. When you get to high school, I’ll buy you a new one.'
My bike is covered in a beautiful red color! It’s a Japanese mini-bike, and my dad says it’s a women’s bike, which suits us girls perfectly. It’s old, so it has a few scratches. Each scratch probably tells a story, but I don’t know what it is. The frame has a curved bar that adds a graceful touch, and the handlebars curve like the antlers of a deer.
The seat is old but still very comfortable. The rear rack is made of white metal, and my sister used it to carry her school bag. Now, one of the vertical bars is missing. The tires are worn out, and the other day, when it rained and the road was slippery, my dad considered replacing the tires, but I decided to keep riding because I trust my handling skills. Fortunately, nothing went wrong. One of the spokes broke, but the rim is fine, and the bike still rides well because I’m lighter than my sister Ha.
The chain is hidden in a box, so it doesn’t make the 'click-click' noise like the newer bikes of my friends. Even though it’s old, this bike rides smoothly. One time, I didn’t check the brakes and, as I sped downhill, they broke, causing me to fall. I was really worried when I got home. My dad said, 'Maybe I should take you to school from now on.'
After talking to him, he let me keep riding. Since then, I always check my bike thoroughly before riding. Every day after school, I clean the bike before bringing it inside. Even though my house is far from school, I always manage to get to school on time, thanks to my trusty bike.
At the moment, we can’t afford a new bike, but even though this one is old, it’s extremely precious to me. My dad always says, 'Things last longer when taken care of.' I will continue to take great care of this bike, my loyal companion.


8. Essay on My Bicycle No. 11
When I was younger, I would always admire and be fascinated by the older kids riding their bikes around the streets. I promised myself that if I behaved well and studied hard, my parents would reward me with a bike like theirs. Now, that dream of mine has finally come true.
At the end of my third-grade summer, my parents gave me a bike for my birthday. It was a Japanese sports bike, with an adjustable seat that could be raised or lowered to fit my height. I could easily lower it just enough so my feet could reach the ground. I proudly named it my 'iron horse'. The bike was covered in a shiny navy-blue coat. It looked so impressive with its sturdy frame, black rubber tires, pedals, gears, brakes, front and rear seats — all designed with modern features. At the front, there was a cute, convenient white metal basket, which allowed me to carry many things without having to hold them in my hands.
The bike runs smoothly, and the wheels hum quietly as they spin. Thanks to my 'iron horse', I can ride to school or help my mom go to the market. In no time, I’m at my destination, while also exercising my legs to make them stronger. Every Sunday, I make sure to clean the bike, keeping it shining as if it were brand new.
I absolutely love this bike. It’s become a close companion, taking me through all sorts of roads. It’s also a meaningful gift from my parents, serving as motivation to keep striving in my studies.


9. Essay on My Bicycle No. 12
My elementary school is quite far from home. In the beginning, I felt shy and unsure about going to school, so my parents would take turns driving me there. When I reached third grade and learned how to ride a bicycle, my dad decided to buy me a bike so that I could independently ride to school every day. Although the bike he bought me was second-hand, I have always cherished and taken great care of this precious gift.
The bike is a mini model made in Japan, known for its sturdiness and durability. The frame is painted a soft pink, giving it a feminine and elegant look. At the front, the handlebars are made of shiny stainless steel, with two brake cables bent like rainbows, and I tied a cute bow to keep them neatly in place. The handles are black, made of soft plastic, perfectly fitting my hands so I can steer without discomfort and with better control. Next to the handles is a small bell, which I ring whenever I need to signal or when crossing the street. It makes a cheerful “ding-ding” sound that is quite pleasant to the ear. At the front, my dad added a small plastic basket, which I use to store my schoolbag or personal items. The saddle is pink, made of soft rubber, and can be adjusted to suit my height. Dad set it so that it fits me perfectly. At the back of the bike, there’s a luggage rack painted a light yellow, which I find very pretty. My sister and I often ride together on the bike after school, heading home.
Below the bike, the two round wheels are fitted with shiny spokes, and the tires are black rubber, securely mounted onto a strong axle. I make sure to pump air into the tires every week to prevent them from wearing out. Connecting the two wheels is a chain system protected by a chain guard painted the same color as the frame. Occasionally, my dad lubricates the chain to ensure the bike runs smoothly and effortlessly when I pedal.
So, this bike has been with me for two years now. Every day, it is my loyal companion on my way to school, no matter if it’s sunny or rainy. The steady rotation of the wheels as I ride reminds me to work hard and stay focused on my studies. Since getting this bike, I’ve been able to go to places I love when I have free time, like the bookstore near my house, cycling around the park, or visiting my grandparents every weekend.
When I have free time, I often wash my bike to keep it clean and shiny. I will keep taking good care of it so I can use it for many more years. Every time I look at my bike, I feel like saying, “Thank you for being there with me, through both happy and challenging times. We will always be the best of friends.”


10. Essay on My Bicycle No. 1
Last week was my birthday, and I was so happy because I received many gifts from my parents and friends. I liked all the gifts, but the one I loved most was the bicycle my dad bought me.
It’s a pink mini bike, a Vietnamese-Japanese model. The bike is about one meter high with large wheels. My dad said that with these large wheels, I can ride faster without using too much effort. I couldn’t wait to try it, so I hopped on and took a ride around the neighborhood. The bike was still brand new, and the pink color looked so stylish. As I rode out of the house, everyone looked at me, and I heard the neighborhood kids admiring how beautiful my bike was.
The bike has a white basket, which looks very cute. I’ve added a small teddy bear to the basket, making it even more adorable. The brake handles are also white, and I tied a pink bow to them to make them look more delicate and unique. My dad teased me, saying that although there are many bikes like mine, my bike is special because it’s decorated with so many colorful accessories.
Next, there’s the bell, which I love the most. Every time I cross a busy street, I ring the bell to alert others. The sound of the bell, “ding-ding,” is so pleasant to hear. Whenever I’m not home, my mischievous little brother pulls the bell and makes a lot of noise. He presses it and laughs, enjoying it. One time, I caught him messing with my bike, and I shouted at him, but he wasn’t scared. He said, “Dad bought me a bike, so it’s fine to play with it.” I didn’t scold him further after that.
The saddle is silver, and it’s very comfortable to sit on. However, it was too high for me, so my dad had to lower it. I was worried that it would make the bike look odd, but when my dad brought it back, I was so pleased. The bike now looked perfectly balanced and more suited to my height.
The back seat is made of shiny stainless steel, which looks neat and well-designed. The chain is smaller than my mom’s bike and is protected by a thin but tough plastic cover. My mom jokes that with this cover, I won’t tear my pants while riding. I used to hate riding my mom’s bike because the chain would always catch on my pants, tearing the cuffs. The pedals are small and dark, helping me take every step along the way.
I love this bike so much. Whenever the boys tease me by putting trash in my bike, I get really upset and catch them, making sure they pick up every piece. Even though I’ve only been riding it for a week, I’ve already scratched it a few times. It makes me sad, but my dad tells me it’s okay as long as I’m safe. He reminds me to be more careful next time.
This bike is the most valuable possession I’ve ever had. I consider it my loyal companion on my daily rides to school. It is a priceless gift from my dad, and I am so grateful to him. I promise to study hard and make my parents proud of me.


11. Essay about My Bicycle No. 2
My grandfather is over sixty, but he's still very healthy and active. Since my parents are often busy with work, my grandfather takes me to school on his bicycle. This year, as I’m in fourth grade and can now ride on my own, he gave me a bike for my birthday so I can ride it to school.
My bike is a small, compact model from Japan. It's not too tall, and it has a very balanced look. The frame is painted red and has two curved tubes that make it look very sturdy. The handlebars resemble cow horns and are made from shiny stainless steel. The grips are soft rubber, securely attached to the frame, ensuring a firm and comfortable ride without causing hand fatigue.
The front of the bike is very light, making it easy to steer. There's a small bell on the left handle, and when I press it, it rings with a cheerful “ding-ding.” The seat is gray with a comfortable cushion, securely fixed to the frame. The seat can be adjusted in height to suit the rider, which makes it convenient for me to keep adjusting it as I grow older.
Behind the seat is a strong rear rack made of black-painted metal bars. Whenever I have free time, I love taking my little sister for rides around the neighborhood, or sometimes we ride to our grandmother's house on the weekends. The bike has two round wheels, with the front one being slightly smaller than the rear one. The tires are black, securely mounted, and the entire wheel system is very durable.
The pedals are very sturdy. When I ride, the bike moves smoothly without making any noise. The chain cover is also red, and I occasionally ask my grandfather to oil it so it keeps working smoothly. This bike is a wonderful gift from my grandfather and is essential for my daily commuting. It has made it easier for me to go to school on my own, giving my grandfather more free time.
For me, the bike is like a close friend. It helps me accomplish more on my own. I always make sure to clean it carefully so it stays in great condition. Whenever I leave it somewhere, I always lock it to prevent theft.


12. Essay about My Bicycle No. 3
Every morning, I ride to school with my special companion – my princess bicycle. My father gave it to me as a gift to celebrate the new school year. With this bike, I can now ride on my familiar path to school all by myself.
Oh, just as the name suggests, my princess bike is as beautiful as can be! It's covered in a lovely pink color with varying shades, just like the flowing gown of a princess. The bike stands at my waist height and is designed to be light and easy for me to control. The handlebars are curved and meet at the center, giving it an elegant look.
The grips are covered with soft pink rubber, making it comfortable to ride. On the right side of the handlebars, there is a button to turn on the bike’s light. Whenever I press it, the light shines brightly. Right next to it, there’s a small bell. Unlike the bell on the mailman’s bike, this one rings with cheerful, playful sounds.
The seat is rectangular and securely attached to a short metal post, about the length of my hand. Two sturdy metal rods run parallel between the handlebars and the seat. The frame is decorated with adorable stickers all over it. The bike's rear rack is just as comfortable as the seat, allowing me to carry a friend along with me. The wheels are large and round, resembling giant glasses.
The wheels are protected by curved rims to shield them from scratches. The bike chain is covered with a neat, well-fitting metal guard. The pedals are firmly attached to the frame, perfectly sized for my feet. My favorite part is the front basket. It's made of woven plastic with small holes, and I usually place my backpack or raincoat in it.
In early summer, we collect bright red flame tree flowers or the fragrant purple pride-of-India blossoms and place them in the basket. Every time I pedal, the wheels spin round and round. They seem to work tirelessly, without noticing the passage of time. I always make sure to clean it thoroughly, so that my princess bike stays looking as beautiful as possible.
When I’m riding, my feet keep pedaling, and the wind plays through my hair, racing alongside me all the way to school. Those are the best moments of every new day. I hope this bike will continue to ride with me on all my future journeys.


