在我家附近最大的那个公交车站,每天总能见到一位头发花白、精神矍铄的卖报老人。早晨七、八点之间,是老爷子最忙的时刻。他目光如炬,观六路看八方,在蜂拥而至推推搡搡上车的乘客里不停地搜寻有没有另怀它图的小偷;他手脚不闲,迅速地拿报找零,大声嚷嚷着要人们排好队,依次上车。有时实在是挤不上去,老爷子疾步上前,把“吊”在外面的乘客硬生生地拽下来。当然,这样做肯定会招致抱怨。赶不上这趟车, The bus station near my home, the largest, can always see a gray-haired, shy, old newspaper seller. Between seven and eight in the morning, is the busiest moment of Father. He looked like a torch, Watanabe watched P Plus, flocked to push the passengers on the bus to keep searching for the thieves there are no other plans; he hands and feet quickly, quickly took the newspaper to find out, yelling People line up, turn on the train. Sometimes it is really not crowded, Father stepped forward, the “hanging” out of the passenger abruptly pulled down. Of course, this will certainly lead to complaints. Can not keep up this train,