我紧紧地捧着一束金黄灿烂的向日葵,十分努力地张开左臂护住它。那样子实在有些奇怪,就像一只老母鸡保护自己的鸡崽一样。呃,没办法,我不想这束花在这人头涌动的401路公交车上有任何损伤。终于,像过了一个世纪似的,公交车“吱嘎”一声稳稳地停在丁香路上。我长舒了一口气,背着行囊跟在鱼贯而出的人们身后,小心翼翼地护着向日葵下了车。我站在丁香路上,放下左手用力甩了甩,深深地吸一口气,掩藏不住内心狂涌上来的激动—— I was holding a bunch of bright golden sunflowers, very hard to open his left arm to cover it. That’s a bit weird, like an old hen protecting his own cubs. Uh, no way, I do not want this bunch of flowers in the head surging 401 bus any damage. Finally, like a century later, the bus “creak ” stopped firmly in the clove road. I took a long sigh of relief, carrying the luggage behind the fish, leaving the car with care and carefree sunflowers. I stood on the road of cloves, put down the left hand forced rejection, deep breath, can not hide the excitement of the inner surging -