1二十年前我的交通工具是一辆破旧的自行车。有一天一个我永远没有办法找到的小偷把我那辆破旧的自行车偷走了,此后相当长一段日子我只好坐16路公交车上班。一个夏日的早晨,上班时间,我很无奈地出现在我家附近那个16路公交车站点上。站点上立着的那棵尚未伐掉的老柳树故作风情地用它那垂下来的枝叶轻轻扫着我的脸。没多一会儿,一辆破旧的16路公交大客车马达轰鸣地缓缓向我驶来,缓缓地停在我跟前,毫无惭色地向我裂开了车门。我上下打量了一下这台破旧的公交大客,发现车皮斑驳陆离,油漆脱落得像一块块的牛皮癣。我没有想到16路公交车居然比我丢失的那辆自行车还要破旧,这让我又一次诅咒起那个偷我自行车的小偷来。上,还是不上?是个问题。我对这个问题进行了一瞬间的深思。就在我深思的一瞬间,一只手,为了 Twenty years ago my vehicle was a shabby bicycle. One day a thief who I could never find could have stolen my shabby bike, and for a long period of time I had to take bus 16 to work. A summer morning, working hours, I am very reluctant to appear in my 16 near the bus stop on the site. Standing on the site that has not cut out the old willow tree style with its hanging branches and leaves gently sweep my face. Not a moment later, a shabby 16 bus bus slowly roared toward me slowly and stopped at me with no shame to crack the door to me. I looked up and down about this old bus passenger, found the wagon variegated, paint off like a piece of psoriasis. I did not think the bus No. 16 was even shabby than the bike I lost, which made me once again curse the thief who stole my bicycle. Is it still a problem? I have a moment’s thought on this issue. Just in my pondering moment, a hand, in order