天空,黑沉沉的。风,冷飕飕的。刺骨的寒风夹杂着雨和雪悄悄地从我衣领、袖口、裤管,甚至每一个缝隙钻了进来,冷得我直打哆嗦。我撑着小伞一如既往地来到人来人往的十字路口候车。“嘀—”大巴来了!我如同从枪膛飞出的子弹飞奔过去,使劲挤了上去。车上挤满了人,根本别指望有座位了。我四处搜寻,希望出现奇迹。突然,我眼前一亮,我发现了一个空座位,可是旁边坐着一个胖女人,她那大大的皮包把座位占满了。我用哀求的眼神望着她,希望她能把皮包拿开。她看都不看我一眼,面无表情,像是我欠了她一大笔钱。我把屁股靠了过去,挨着坐 Sky, dark Wind, cold sluggish. Bitter wind mixed with rain and snow quietly from my collar, cuffs, pants, and even every gap drilled in, cold I was shivering. I am holding an umbrella to the crowded crossroads, as always, waiting for the bus. “Di - ” bus came! I flew past bullets flew from the gun, squeezed up. The car is full of people, do not expect a seat. I searched around, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly, my eyes lit, I found an empty seat, but sitting next to a fat woman, her big bag full of seats. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping she would take the bag away. She did not look at me, looked blankly, like I owe her a lot of money. I lean on the butt and sit next to it