一个玉兰花盛开的清晨,我正赶着上学,站在公交站台上,焦急地等待88路巴士。恰逢上班拥挤的高峰,马路上人来人往,车水马龙。哇,公交车终于缓缓地行至站台,几十个乘客你推我搡,蜂拥而上。潮水般的人流里隐现着一头稀疏的白发,忽而浮起来,忽而沉下去。原来是一位瘦小的老太太浑身湿透,气喘吁吁,被汹涌的人流推拥着向前。车厢内,恰好有一位乘客匆匆离座下车, In the morning when a magnolia blossom was in full bloom, I was rushing to school and stood on the bus stop and waited anxiously for bus No. 88. It coincides with the crowded peak of work. People on the road are busy and busy. Wow, the bus finally went slowly to the platform. Dozens of passengers pushed me and swarmed. There was a sparse white hair looming in the flood of people and suddenly it floated and sank. It turned out that a thin old lady was soaked, panting, and pushed forward by the surging crowd. In the compartment, just one passenger hurriedly left the car and got off.