Muslima Fitness
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20.05.2020 05:29
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Standing on tiptoes and extending my neck, I finally waited for the "344" bus. Sitting at the rear of the car and looking ahead, the prospect of the car is clear, and it is a calm and stable process of sitting in the car. I looked at the dead tree passing by the window with boring faces, and Spring was so slow, as was this spring. The green and impenetrable, silent branches were interspersed with woven nets to cover the hazy sky. I neglected to hear someone shouting: "Driver, driver, stop!" Intermittently, and the driver seems to be unable to hear, there is no movement, and the passengers in front of the car do not care, I ignore the sound. But the sound still passes through the glass window, I couldn't help but look back. It was originally a few women chasing to get on the bus. They trot all the way, waving their arms arduously, beckoning the driver to stop. I turned around silently, and the bus that the driver was driving for the women suddenly The time slowed down. From the back view, he still did not move. I hope he slowed down to stop for them, but the car was still moving forward. The feeling of bumps has not been interrupted. It will need to continue to the next station. I turned around frequently, and one of the women was still holding her child, panting, and running at the end. There was a moment in my heart. I hated this unreasonable driver, and I almost wanted to stand up and want to remind: "Hey, Someone behind. "But the rules are the rules. I have met several times before. At the beginning, the bus speed will also slow down, but in the end, it will accelerate hard, as if it is a joke, leaving those people mercilessly far behind the car. The warmth of spring is finally after all I couldn't resist the cold depression, and my heart was frozen again. The bus slowly crossed the intersection and was almost at the next stop. Come on, run faster! I secretly cheered them up. The station is here Newport 100S, how about them? Drivers usually drive when they see no one. I ��m afraid they ca n��t get on this bus. But it ��s strange to say that although the people at this station are all on board, the driver is not in a hurry to close the door and sit idle. But staring at the reversing mirror, it was because they waited, "A woman was holding the door of the car and paused on the platform. With a" beep ", the silence in the car shattered. Others got on the train one after another, and finally the mother, the child cat in her arms, giggled and grinned. Along the way, the woman thanked again and again, full of gratitude, but the driver just turned back slightly, revealing half of the vicissitudes of his face Cigarettes Online, a little overwhelmed, and said with a smile: "It's okay Marlboro Red, remember to take the car early next time." The voice was faint. , But it seems like a spring breeze. I thought that spring is still in the future. It turned out that the spring breeze has quietly plucked the good young shoots in my heart, but I haven't noticed it as long as my heart is not uneasy, as long as people are not indifferent. |
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