Modern Poetry of Bus Situation 1 Bus Situation
All kinds of passengers
Take a dollar out of your pocket.
Enjoy high-end service
Excellent driver
Full-time driver for each passenger
Spacious and clean built-in space
There is no smell at all.
It's not boring to accommodate nearly forty people.
Humanized warm reminder settings at the entrance of each station
Guaranteed those passengers who are chatting in a daze.
Won't end up sitting in a super station
When I got off the bus, I heard the sound of welcoming the next ride.
How cozy it is.
Built-in lighting and air conditioning
The coming of night
The white weave avoids colliding with each other.
torrid summer
This car is cool.
Eliminate a little fanaticism.
severe winter
Feel the warmth of home
Spring and Autumn
Sliding glass window
The scenery along the road can be seen.
Although not as romantic as European architecture
That road also provides the most beautiful street view in the area.
Design of high and low seats and handrails
Excellent virtues of China
Respect the old and love the young and help each other.
Handed down here
I am a member (passenger) of the bus.
Also fell in love with the bus.
A bus full of hope.
Peak. Also known as DAPSANG
Bus to and from North Railway Station and South Railway Station.
every day
From dawn to late at night
from start to finish
again and again
Shuttle through the city
I am a migrant worker.
From Monday to Friday
From Station A to Mile Mile in the morning.
From mile to mile to station a at night.
Running on K2 for many years.
In the carriage
Everyone is a passer-by except the driver.
Sit or stand.
Or hug or help.
There are smiles and sorrows.
There is warmth and indifference.
It's like a shrinking world.
All that remains is a number.
Took away hope.
The car stopped and started again.
The car started and stopped.
Every stop
This is both the beginning and the end.
The stations are all the same.
Different people make different trips.
Today is labor day again.
Looking out the window in the morning
What a familiar figure of K2.
In front of my house.
The car stopped and started again.
as usual
Run to the world that blurs my eyes.
And familiar directions.