我的高中生涯再过几个月就要结束了。跳上熟悉的公交车,马路两边的景致熟稔得我闭上眼睛都可以画出来。当然,每天也会有些变化:比如,兰州拉面馆的老板娘可能坐在店铺门口看匆匆经过的不同面孔,也可能倚着门框和熟人断断续续地说着家长里短,而一旁的快餐店也可能在一夜之间变成了包子铺。每个周五傍晚,我都将经历一场甜蜜的灾难。我要穿过最繁忙的街道,去一个本地人未必知道的长途汽车站买票乘车回家。傍晚的公交车永远像个肚子滚圆步履蹒跚的胖子,从外面看,它鼓得像是要炸开来。好 My high school career is coming to an end in a few months. Jump on the familiar bus, the scenery on both sides of the road familiar I can draw my eyes closed can be drawn. Of course, there will be some changes every day: for example, the boss of Lanzhou Ramen Hall may sit in front of the shop to see different faces hurriedly passed may also be leaning against the door frame and the acquaintances intermittently talking parents short, while the side of the fast food may also overnight Into the buns shop. Every Friday evening, I will experience a sweet disaster. I have to cross the busiest street and go home by buying a ticket from a coach station that locals do not necessarily know. The bus in the evening will always round the hobbled fatter like a belly, and from the outside it looks like it is going to explode. it is good