坐上公交车,回家。我坐在窗边,透过灰蒙蒙的玻璃看着公交车笨重的在私家车中行驶着。远处的小汽车紧密地排列着,像伏在地上的一条长龙,不紧不慢地移动着,此时的街道格外喧嚣。当交通灯转为绿时,公交车终于摆脱了车流,慢慢往里开去。沿路的树无精打采地长着,它扎根的土地上,不远处堆满着发臭的垃圾。街边的店门大开着,好几个光着膀子的的男人正在从机器里拿出东西,发出“更次更次”的烦人声。一连好几家都这样,心中无端的涌上一股疲倦。下车,还有一段距离到家。我慢慢地往回走 Get on the bus and go home. I sat by the window and looked through the gray glass in a heavy car in a private car. Cars in the distance arranged closely, like a long queue of volts on the ground, moving slowly, at this time the streets are particularly noisy. When the traffic lights turn green, the bus finally got rid of the traffic, slowly go inside. The trees along the road languidly grow, it is rooted in the land, not far from the smelly garbage. The shop on the street wide open, and a couple of shirtless men were pulling something out of the machine and sending the annoying “more and more” sound. Even a few home in this way, the heart of an endless stream of tired. Get off, there is a distance home. I slowly go back