Bus 152

Every day, I will take the 152 bus to go to school. The appearance of the car, I am already familiar with it.

I still go to the station to wait for 152 cars on Friday. From the old car, I looked far away. The long queue of the dragon made me fear: if I can't get on the bus, I might be late. Thinking of Liu’s serious eyes and the horrible feelings left, I secretly prayed: God bless me. I rushed to the queue. At this time, a middle-aged man sneaked over and pretended to ask for directions, and took the opportunity to stand on the first team. Many people are indifferent, and may be afraid of his face. Someone said boldly: "It’s not the team, but the quality!" The middle-aged man did not seem to hear it, standing there and motionless.

The car finally arrived, and the quiet crowd immediately rioted. When the door opened, the middle-aged man jumped into the car immediately, and the others got in order, and I was no exception.

I managed to find a gap in the back door position in the crowd, thinking with confidence: I will not be late. At this time, a quiet voice came from the quiet carriage: "Grandpa, come and sit here." Hearing the voice of the old man happy: "Children, you are really sensible. Thank you!" The same is the rider, the difference How big is it? I think the middle-aged man who doesn't line up and grab the seat must be red-faced.

The car arrived at the Huang Garden Station. I spent a lot of effort and finally squeezed out the car. Looking at the 152 bus that is far away, I have a lot of thoughts.

Grade 5: Cold-blooded