a Picture(revise)

This is a picture of the street in Paris. On the left side was an old building with many windows. In the middle of the picture was a streetlamp. Its height was about two floors, and on the front side was a bus with green color on its coping. On the right side were a green tree and an old building, which style was the same as the left. On the bottom was the road with zebra line. On the upside of the road were a car, a bus, and a man, on whose back was a packsack.
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 front of me on the street. So, I knew it may cost me so much time to wait for the bus I expect. After a while, there was a bus in front of the building near me, but it was 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 made me fall asleep. Moreover, as the sun was getting scorching hot. I felt a little regret. I should asked my brother running the errand for me, so that I would not have waited here. On thinking this, I felt so regret. Time flies, and the wrong bus still stay before my eyes.