急是没有用的你抬头看看这个世界阳光多么美好而公共汽车也正向你要去的方向开过来公共汽车总在绝望时开来。这是早年间读过的一首诗。事隔多年,那首诗是谁写的,写了些什么,一点儿也记不得了。只记得这个题目,和它的结尾。相信大多数城里人,都有过等公共汽车的经历,那感受差不多也该是这样。道理很简单,公共汽车不像出租车,或私家小车,可随叫随来,招手即停。它是有班次,要按时发车的。久等不来的原因,也不外这样几种:塞车了;坏车了;或者出事故了。再有,就是班次本来就少,间隔时间格外长些 Urgent is useless You look up to see how beautiful the world is sunny and the bus is also in the direction you want to go to the bus always in despair open. This is a poem read in the early years. After many years, who wrote that poem, wrote something, a little can not remember. Just remember this topic, and it’s the end. I believe most of the city people, have had the experience of waiting for the bus, that feeling should be about the same. The reason is simple, the bus is not like a taxi, or a private car, available on call, waving to stop. It is a shift, to start on time. A long time to wait for the reasons, but also such a few: the traffic jam; bad car; or an accident. Again, there is less shift, the time interval is particularly longer