我在回家的路上。公交车里放着不知名的上世纪的粤语歌。虽是夏末,但傍晚的天空还是亮堂着的,只是阳光不似盛夏那般毒辣。夕阳的光亮洒在公交车上,溜进放着冷气的车里,停映在蓝色的座椅上。这车便伴着化不开的粤语歌声,载着焦躁与不安,一路颠簸地向前行进着。路旁一处田野中的荷花枯败了。那片田野为何会用来种荷花我是不明了的,但自打我上高中起,夏秋两季我便能在上学与回家的途 I am on my way home. Bus unknown in the last century Cantonese song. Although late summer, but the evening sky is still bright, but the sunshine is not as infuriating as the summer. The sunset light splashed on the bus, slipped into the air-conditioned car, parked in a blue seat. This car will be accompanied by Cantonese singing voice, carrying anxiety and anxiety, all the way to move forward bumpy. The lotus in one of the fields beside the road was dead. That field is why I used to grow lotus flowers I am not sure, but since I played in high school, summer and autumn I can go to school and go home