从浦口开往南京的公交车上,我独自坐在窗口。那是去年,我到医院看望时日不多的爷爷。无论是谁,遇到自己的亲人要离你远去,虽然表面用微笑掩饰着,可内心总有那么一道伤疤。空气中弥漫着一股股难闻的汗臭味,让人觉得恶心。车到了中站停下了,上车的往往是下去的几倍。忽然间,车内就像塞得鼓鼓囊囊的炸药包,随时都有 From Pukou bound for Nanjing on the bus, I sit alone in the window. That was last year when I went to the hospital to visit my grandfather. No matter who, encountered their loved ones to leave you, although the surface covered with a smile, there may always be a scar within the heart. The air was filled with a bad smell of sweat, people feel nausea. The car stopped in the station, the car is often down several times. Suddenly, the car is packed like a bullet, at any time