最长的等待要数靠站牌,它永远在街边的某个角落,日复一日,年复一年地等着公共汽车。站在它的旁边,都能感觉到归心似箭。行李箱叠了一层又一层,人们追赶着年味,把归期折叠了一层又一层,同时,折叠了一层又一层想念,一层又一层急切。阳光透过窗帘射进车内,在阳光的温暖中,所有的不愉快被悄悄地驱散。 The longest wait to rely on stop sign, it is always in a corner of the street, day after day, year by year waiting for the bus. Standing next to it, can feel at home. Stacked one after another trunk, people catch up with the taste, the return period after layer by layer of folds, at the same time, folded layer after layer of miss, layer after layer of eagerness. The sun shot through the curtains into the car, in the warmth of the sun, all the unpleasant was quietly dispersed.