A Bu or a Can？
“Good heaven!”I alway igh with relief when I get off Bu No. 65.
There are many torie of adne and orrow about Bu No. 65, which I take every day on my way to chool.
It i uual for me to wait for over ten minute at the bu top without eeing a bu coming during the ruh hour. Thi caue more and more people to gather. Among them are thoe ruhing to work, peaant going to the railway tation with heavy luggage and tudent going to chool with choolbag on their houlder.
When finally a bu arrive, people will force their way into it when it i till moving. The door open, men try hard to be the firt to get on. They don＇t even wait for the paenger on the bu to get off!
In a while, the bu i filled again. It i o full that the conductor ha difficulty cloing the door. A few people are forced to tep off. Even o, the door till can not cloe fat. So ome warm-hearted men have to puh hard on the back of the few who are only half in and kick the door cloe.
Sometime it i impoible for you to buy a ticket, for if you try toturn around it will caue complaint from other. I often feel a if I were o tightly tied that I were almot out of breath. Complaint, crie, angry cure① and quarrel oon fill my ear.
“I＇m almot breathle!” an old lady murmur.
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“Move a bit, can＇t you? You＇re tepping on my toe!”another crie angrily.
“Why on earth do you puh your elbow ② againt my tomach?”till another protet③.
“Thoe villager! Throw them out! See how many big bag they carry with them!”Many hout in one voice.
Babie let out cream of fright and uffering.
Although I am o ued do quarrel that I am almot not caring about them, yet I very much wih I could turn my ear away from thee noie. I can＇t help wondering whether I am one of the ardine ④ packed tightly in a can.
When at lat I am puhed on the bu by the gate of my chool, I am often troubled by uch a quetion,“When will all my uffering of taking Bu No. 65 end?”