Narrative essay on the bus, an essay about the madness of the back seat of the bus

The frenzy of the rear seat of the bus is described in detail as follows:

1. Scene description of crowded buses The bus is coming, the bus is coming, and the people at the bus stop are rushing over like a wave, staring at the door with their eyes firmly fixed on the bus, hoping that the bus will stop in front of them, so that they can get on the bus quickly. <>

2. During the "peak summer season", I really felt the miserable feeling of crowding the bus. When the train finally came, I took advantage of my body to get to the front of the platform like a monkey, and when I looked up, there was no blue sky, no white clouds, just a black head.

3. I can't hear the whistle, I can't hear the wonderful ** sound, and some are just the noisy noise in the crowd. This is a dense code liquid ventilation "black hole", the car finally came, the door slowly opened, and suddenly a few white objects appeared in the sky, could it be UFO appeared on the bus, no, it was a pair of big hands stretched forward in both directions.

Describing bus congestion sentences:

1. Hurriedly walked to the bus stop sign, and a large group of office workers who were about to squeeze the bus had gathered in front of the stop sign, some people were playing with their mobile phones, and some men and women were chatting together.

2. The so-called growth is to hear the word "turbulent", and I can no longer associate it with the sea.

3. The bus is like a snail slowly squirming in the middle of the crowded vehicles. Although it is only a distance of more than 100 meters from a distance, it is simply difficult for the bus to move forward little by little during the rush hour.

4. People are confined in canned food like sardines in the bus.

5. Public transportation is the business card of the city's mobility, and the city's appearance and environment is the window of the city to the outside world.

1. The bus is crowded with people, rubbing shoulders one after another, and their feet do not touch the ground, which is really full;

2. After a few more stops, I immediately asked the old man to sit down, without the slightest hesitation, along the way I saw that the old chain belt man was always uneasy, because a seat was grateful to me, especially after learning that I still had a long way to go, and as soon as someone got off the car, he looked left and right to find me a seat;

3. On the bus, the bus engine roared, I felt like I was about to burst my ear periosteum, some of the people around me were chatting, and the shed was playing with mobile phones, these sounds drilled into my ears one by one and were noisy, and the smell of leek buns drilled into my nose, and I suddenly had a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Experience is the experience of living in the world, and an extraordinary experience will make a person's life. The following is my collection of essays on the experience on the bus, welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy it.

Life is a classroom, and experience is the teaching book.

One hot summer day, I was sitting in the crowded compartment of the bus, during the rush hour, and there were naturally many people. As soon as there are too many people, it is inevitable that your arm touched my hand, his foot stepped on her shoes, and the whole carriage was in a commotion. I tilted my head out the window in disgust.

Looking at the sun-baked flowers on the side of the road, he stood listlessly.

The car stopped, it turned out to be in front of a platform, everyone didn't see anyone coming up for a long time, the four seasons were really ready to drive away, an old voice came, I stretched out my head to see, it was an old man who was over the age of six, behind him, there were several large bags of things. The old man turned around to lift something, a few green tendons broke out on his hands that had been through vicissitudes, and beads of sweat kept rolling down from his forehead, the old man tried his best, and it took a while to bring up a bag, and the driver honked the horn several times, and shouted to the old man: "Old man, hurry up!"

The young man from the countryside who sat next to me, who thought he was napping, was awakened by the noise and looked around suspiciously. This is, a man said loudly: "Old man, go down, everyone has to go to work, don't waste our time!"

Several people in the car also chimed in. As he spoke, the man wanted to move down the things that the old man had managed to bring up. With a whoosh, the thick-eyed young man beside me stood up suddenly

Wait a minute! He stepped forward, carried the old man's things into the car, and then helped the old man to his own seat, and asked the old man to sit down, "Old man, you do it slowly." The young man said to the old man, and the old man smiled, and several deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead

My old bones are really useless! Good boy, good boy! At some point, a seat was given up in the car, and the young man looked at it, but he didn't sit it, and the others didn't sit either, and this seat was abruptly empty in the crowded carriage.

The car continued to move forward, but the sun became warm and pure.

Isn't this a lesson on the bus a lesson in life?

A scene on the bus.

A noisy street, a rush hour, an ordinary person waiting impatiently for the bus, that's me.

Chirping! A screeching sound of brakes woke me up in a daze.

Oh no, bus 14 is going to leave! I hurriedly rushed forward, "Hey, don't go!" And me! Unfortunately, the car drove away.

God has eyes, there is another 14 road, I looked through the window, the car has been crowded like a sardine can, I hesitated for a while, looked at the watch, it was already 7 o'clock, squeezing this car made me feel a little helpless, but it was so late. I strode forward and squeezed into the "bus can". At this time, the bus is more like a camera, and everyone who gets on the bus has to accept the fate of becoming a photo.

I pulled the rings and followed the rhythm of the crowd, gradually falling asleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a scream.

Yes! "The whole car looked to the back of the car, and I was standing at the back of the car. It's not a big deal, it's just that a woman stepped on an old man, the old man was dressed normally, nothing special, but the black footprints left on the old man's white shoes were very eye-catching.

What is it called if you step on someone, forget it if you don't apologize! The passengers said one sentence to the left and one sentence to the right, forcing the girl who stepped on the person to be anxious.

When I looked up, it was a young girl dressed up and her hair dyed green, and for some reason I had never had any affection for such people.

How do you want me to apologize? The girl asked.

The old man was silent.

What exactly do you want? The girl asked in a panic, with large beads of sweat on her forehead.

The old man remained silent. From the moment I got in the car and saw this old man, I thought he had an extraordinary temperament.

The girl dug into her pocket, took out a hundred-dollar bill, threw it on the ground, and said, "Old man, I won't play with you, either you can take it, or forget it." ”

This move made everyone feel upset for the girl, and people talked about it for a long time.

Why is this old man like this? ”

Love money like life! ”

The conductor reported to the station, and the girl was about to get off the train when she arrived, when the silent old man spoke: "Child, why can't you say sorry?" ”

It's a foregone conclusion. The old man's action surprised the passengers again. I'll just say, this old man has an extraordinary temperament.

In the end, the girl took back the hundred-dollar bill, bowed her head and obediently apologized to the old man.

The girl and the old man had already gotten off the bus, and most of the passengers in the car had gotten off, and the carriage was deserted. I'm still thinking about what the old man said. yes, why is it so hard to say sorry? I thought about it, and then I realized that Lian Yuanhui, I had already sat on several ......