一天早晨，布里斯班阳光明媚。心想又是一个新的开始，与往常一样，我按时等在家门口的汽车站，看着拐角处的车一辆辆开过眼前，却怎么也没发现要乘的那辆车。时间在一分钟一分钟地过去，心里暗自祈祷：“老天帮帮我，千万别误点。”那是因为这车一旦误点我就得等下班车，起码 One morning, Brisbane is sunny. I thought that it was a new beginning. As usual, I waited for the bus stop at my doorstep and watched the car near the corner of my car. However, I couldn’t find the car I wanted to take. Time passed in one minute and one minute, and secretly prayed: “God help me, don’t miss it.” That’s because once the car is delayed, I have to wait for the next bus, at least.