天气渐暖,柳絮飞扬。公交车厢里有些拥挤。她二十多岁,打扮时尚,面容姣好,肩上背着包。突然她感觉他在身后碰了一下自己。她有些紧张,身子尽量朝前挪动。随着车子晃动,他又碰了她一下。她心头鹿撞,慌张得有些喘不过气来,眼睛余光发现他紧贴着自己。她意识到那只手很肮脏,感到恶心,忽然发现他正想离开,忍不住转过身去,冲着他喊叫起来:“你干什么?”那个男的三十多岁,中等个子,头发剪得很短,穿件淡灰色休闲茄克衫。他转过身来,绷紧着脸, The weather getting warmer, catkins flying. Some crowded bus compartment. Her twenties, dressed in stylish, beautiful face, carrying bags on his shoulders. Suddenly she felt he touched himself behind him. She was a little nervous, her body moving as far forward as possible. With the car shaking, he touched her again. Her heart deer hit, panic was a little breathless, his eyes found him close to himself. She realized that the hand was dirty and disgusted and suddenly realized that he was trying to leave and could not help but turn around and shouted at him: “What are you doing?” The man in her thirties, middle Sub, hair cut very short, wearing a light gray casual jackets. He turned and tightened his face,