Wait for the Bus

This is a picture of the street in Paris. This was my first time to wait for the bus in foreign country. After handling some work, I went out from the left side building, and began to wait for the bus. Many cars got jammed in the street. So, I knew it may cost me so much time to wait for the one I expect. After a while, there was a bus in front of the building near me, but it still not the one. Feeling the wind, I looked at the shiver of the green leaves hanged at the distant tree. The tree was near the opposing building. Suddenly, a continuous whistle voice appeared, broke the silence. It showed that someone’s impatience and so was I. But I still stood at the same position and waited. I was a little annoyed at wasting so long time and waiting for the bus. Gradually, I felt bored, for the dull scene makes me fall asleep. Moreover, the sun was getting scorching hot. I felt a little regret. I should have commanded my brother running the errand for me, so that I would not have waited here. On thinking this, I felt so repent. Time flies, and the wrong bus still stop before my eyes.