The Crowded Bus

By Hu Zhenming

It is very difficult to wait for a bus on every Monday. Today is my second time to spend half an hour to wait for the bus on Monday. In fact, working in Danwei is not a boring case, it perhaps would even be a good thing for me. But the problem is squeezing into the bus to go to work. How crowded it is! The body is in bus, but his ass is still outside. I saw a man’s earphone was rubbed off when he was listening to music in bus. Does means there is no space for an earphone in such a big bus?

I meant that the society, the city is just like a crowded bus, squeezing, pushing and shout to each other, very crowded.

In such a big city, many people feel that there is no space for themselves. And I am busy running about the space every day. Getting foothold must after getting money. The person dies for money, bird for eat. To get the money for life, many people become blameless, evil, and hit the edge ball of illegal activities. There are battles in different industries, different companies, and among workers.

I spend my time on the limit. I have no spare time if it doesn’t include working, studying and sleeping. If I want to have amusement, I must give up my rest time so as to depict myself as a person who doesn’t know to make fun. Sometimes, I think of the old times when I memorise the new words, like the half hours waiting for bus today. I think of the sleeping time and the play time in university, trueness in high school, and the once-familiar but not-familiar friends who are abroad, in Beijing or in other provinces.

I want to jump out of my surroundings and check my activities, and it is limited. Whatever it is, I am still the ones who are unfriendly commented by the opinion leaders and the social observers.

Happy? Unhappy? I have worked hard, and I have no reasons to give up. Now that I am a youth, could it be said that I would let myself regret willingly when I am old? Nothing has to be that!

March 26th, 2012