Bow to a bus modern poetry

The car body is in all directions and the steering wheel does not turn

The red paint body fell off and fell on its glass window

It was like touching the dark brown skin of the father’s forehead< /p>

The texture of the skin color is yellow with the crow’s feet at the corners of my mother’s eyes

I took an old key

and knocked on the matchbox-like wall

Looking at the building where bus drivers work day and night

Imagine the direction and description of its departure

And the slight rise of worldly dust

And all the Everything that carries everything, bow to it

Bow deeply to it

The ignition switch is turned on in the morning light, and the wheels come rolling

In an instant , the wind of a harmonious big family blew in the carriage

They all dispersed to the children in the lights of thousands of families

Bowed again

But saw the bus Looking up at the Guanghan Palace alone in the dark night

A figure carrying a lunch box is telling Chang'e about the Three Autumn Festival

Love and thoughts are thick——

You are the ancient clock of the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, dong dong dong…

Calculating the year and month to reunite with my lover and family

Bow again

The car body is in four directions and the steering wheel does not turn

The red paint body fell off and fell on its glass window

I took an old Key

Knocking on the matchbox-like wall...