The morning bell woke me up from my muttering in dreams. I opened my sleepy eyes, and it was already dawn. I looked at the clock; it was still a little early. I pulled my quilt over my head again and continued with my dream. The morning sun shone through the window lattice on a corner of the small room. A new day has begun. Office workers are always busy every day, rushing against time every day. The bus came, a group of people got on, another group got off. As usual, I squeezed onto the bus to work. The bus started. I looked out of the window, vehicles were coming and going, and so were people. I couldn't help but think of your words and my words yesterday in the office among colleagues.