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一进地铁站,就感受到了那特有的沉闷,那种比暴风雨来临之前还要闷的闷。等车时,别人手上都有手机,我却只能一个人在站台上无聊地踱步,因为老爸也忙着用手机在网上钓人写作文呢。列车进站,门开了,走进车厢,坐定,我开始环顾四周,想找一些有意思的东西来充实一下这一段短暂却又难熬的旅程。车上的人都在玩手机,仿佛大家都在自修,这就是一间移动的教室。我的目光落在了一个人身上。这位仁兄背靠车厢内部竖直的扶手杆,蹲在地上,像极了一只穿在烧烤竹签上的因为被烫熟而蜷曲的虾米。他那触须般的手捧着一部手
Into the subway station, it felt the unique boring, the kind of stuffy boring than before the storm. Waiting for a car, others have a cell phone in my hand, but I can only ponder a person pacing on the platform, because my father is also busy fishing online using mobile phones to write essay on it. The train pitted, the door opened, walked into the car, sat down, and I began to look around and find some interesting things to enrich this short but tough journey. Car people are playing mobile phones, as if everyone is self-study, this is a mobile classroom. My eyes fell on a person. The dear friend backs up the vertical armrests inside the compartment, squatting on the ground, like a very dressed on the barbecue bamboo stick because of being cooked and curly shrimp. His tentacle-like hand holds a hand