Waiting?

Waiting and confused

At night, the cold and desolate bus stop is lit with dim light. Next to the empty platform, the garbage cans were messy. On the platform, there was only one person, a man in a coat, he rubbed his feet, his neck tightened in the neckline, and his mouth was frozen. He looked at the stop sign and seemed hesitant to know where he was going. At this moment, it was more than eleven o'clock in the night, and the night wind in winter smacked him, making him seem to melt into the swaying lights.

Suddenly, it rained, and two umbrellas came to the station - two more people came. The rain was like a thunderstorm that bombarded the city, and it rained on it, forming a water curtain. The three seem to be killing time, just to wait...

A taxi flashed quickly, the second and the third... The driver of a car also stopped to ask the three people: "Sit?" The three men seemed to be robots and shook their heads mechanically.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the three seemed to be waiting for something, and did not wait for anything. The wind blew three people, as if blowing the statues on the Easter Island that looked at the sea...

"How come the 511 road is still not coming? Wait for half an hour!" I complained. Friday night, it was my most stressful night: go home, eat, and then rush to learn the Olympics. In the evening, the sky was more than 6 o'clock, and the neon lights were red. The rain was like a tear gas bomb, and it took turns to attack the city. The station was full of people, and the umbrella was dripping with water, making everyone feel uncomfortable. A bus drove past, but there was no 511, and I was anxious. Otherwise, sit 101 or 506, not just to walk more. Can you just come in if you just left it? Opportunities and risks coexist! Another 101 came over, and I decided to get on the bus, but I couldn't help but cooperate and watched it drive away.

Time passes by, every minute, or not? I talked to myself over and over again, another 506 came, finally, I got in the car.

But what I didn't think of was: I just left, a 511 came over...

Life, isn't it just waiting to be put together? Waiting, maybe desire, maybe helpless, maybe an opportunity. Most of them are just a boring wait.

Sixth grade: Lu Xingyang