What are some poems about taking the bus to work?

They are as follows:

1. Passengers lined up one after another, and Badou kept his mind full of suspicion. There are many trains running from east to west, north and south, but they don't rely on our platform.

2. The far-sighted cars come in series, with a wide distance from the beginning to the end. Countless car doors opened and closed simultaneously, and I ran a hundred meters to get back.

3. The arrival of the bus this time is even more worrying. There are more people in the window than in front of the station. As soon as the stairs were revealed and I had just stretched out my feet, the double meaning of the door leaf had already touched my head.

4. It’s the most difficult thing to do when working in a car and having a meeting at work. There is infinite elasticity and infinite squeezing, and every inch of space is worth an inch of gold.

5. It is difficult to squeeze into the car door, and the crowd shouting in front and back is very grand. The salted duck was dry and flat, but it was a pity that no one took the chopsticks to taste it.

6. The station is clearly on the roadside, and the front and back of the car become a city wall. Ambitions and ambitions find their way into the gaps, and their tongues are dry and their lips are burnt, crying out for help.

7. Squeeze to the door before entering the station, and review previous experiences. Unexpectedly, the sturdy man behind him rushed straight away and ran away.