每天都会走一条相同的路,路不长,靠双腿来走。清晨七点,我匆匆走在上学的路上,寒风渐凛冽,却不能吹散惺忪的睡意,我夹紧大衣,急行似跃。此时的街道,颇为宁静,只有同我一样低头急行的人和还亮着大灯缓驰的车。然而早点摊的叫卖声和55路公交车刺耳的刹车声却不甘地将这宁静撕破, Every day I walk the same road. The road is not long. I walk with my legs. At 7 o’clock in the morning, I hurried on the road to school. The cold winds grew, but I couldn’t blow my sleep. I clamped my coat and made a leap. The streets at this time are quite quiet. Only people who are as low-ranking as I am, and cars that are headlights are still on. However, the stalled cries and the shrill sound of the 55 bus shattered this tranquility.