昨天,是书人的最后一节课。可是,偏偏上天不给力,天空下起了小雨。我一看钟,呀,八点了!我一个鲤鱼打挺爬起来,胡乱地擦了一把脸,就头也不回地离开家。我放弃了平时光明正大的大道,却走了平时连狗都不走的泥泞小径。为了能赶上八点一刻的42路公交车,拼了!可是,天不遂人愿,来到草场门大桥桥口,我就看见了42路正稳稳当当地停在那里。我顾不得衣衫不整,竭尽全力冲过去。可是公交车司机就像一个铁面无私的包公,一按关门键,一脚油门将车开了出去,留下 Yesterday, is the last lesson of the book man. However, God did not give force, the sky started a light rain. I saw the bell, ah, at eight o’clock! I am a carp quite get up, casually wiped a face, do not leave home. I gave up the usually fair Avenue, but took the usual trails do not even go muddy trails. In order to catch the 42 bus at eight o’clock, spell it! However, the day was willing to people, came to the grass gate bridge entrance, I saw the 42 road is firmly stationed there. I do not care about the clothes are not the whole, go all out to rush. However, the bus driver is like a selfless Bao Gong, a press the close button, kick the car out of the car, leaving