When every day, the bus is in the first place, the city's bus is like a person who is tired for a day, and some is not from the heart. On this critical line of the day, each car lost the crazy strength of the day, if the bus in the city is a row of wild horses during the day, then it must be a head in dusk. Tired old cow. In the dim sun, in the dim light, it seems to have an invisible force in the palm of it, and it is slowly moving, carefully walks, and it is afraid that it is unclear to violate anything. Punishment. The small narrow watt-station platform gathers people in late return. Their eyes are both firm, and it is blurred. It is firmly persistent to drive back to their own home from all places, no matter how far; if you have arrived in the car, if you have already eaten, if you have already educated you? Play outside outside. The street light is in the face of everyone, and this face will always become a little less real. It seems to strip normal colors from people, and finally cause this description. It's quiet to play quietly, and it's gently to pick up people's long short hair and clothes, expressing it to people's enthusiasm, but no one will pay this action. Everyone is silent, waiting for the arrival of the car. The car finally came, slowly stopped on the side of the platform, although some anxious, some crowded, people still strive to make themselves, do not make the stunts grabbing in the daytime, make yourself peacefully. Anyway, it's not in the morning, why not go to the time to die? Moreover, just from the office, the factory comes out, the nervous emotions are not completely eliminated at this moment, and maybe there is such a smooth walk. The car is coming, is home? The car started slowly. Put your own in the car, just put your heart in your stomach. People can finally be angry at this time. The sound of the engine, the speakers of various vehicles came from all sides, and people were still silent, as if this sound did not exist at all. Outside the window, all kinds, colorful neon lights dress up the city. Compared with the image of the world during the day, the city at this time is a strong makeup rush to participate in the communication of the dance, but the beauty is beautiful, but it always feels so illusory. People look at these beautiful colors, unconsciously there will be a unattractive feeling from a certain place to pass. But there is nothing. At this time, they only belong to this car, and others are not. Outside the light and shadow, real and illusory, floating over, and floating over. People who use the bus for vehicles will not think too much about things that are unrealistic, everything at this time will not leave too much impression in people's hearts. What everyone care is, where is the next stop? The next stop arrived. Because the next stop is my home.
