时间：2022-06-16 12:33:10
星期天，照例去书店逛逛，看到来了很多新书，其中有几本是自己一直期盼的。我东挑西选，等付款出门时，已经装了满满一大袋子。我拎着书终于挤上公交车，由于人太多，装书的袋子都被挤破了。不得已，我只好把书抱在胸前。
正是下班时间，随着公交车一路颠簸着前行，车上的人越来越多。突然，一个急刹车，最上面一本书掉了下去。我想弯下腰捡起来，可是人太多，我试了几次也弯不了腰，而且又有一本掉了下去。正在我十分着急的时候，面前座位上一位老人欠起身，帮我捡起了书。他拿在手里翻看着，自言自语：“没想到现在还有人看这样的书。”
就在我向老人道谢的时候，老人从座位上站了起来，对我说：“年轻人，这个座位让给你坐吧。”我连忙拒绝：“不能不能，大爷还是您坐吧。只有年轻人给老人让座，哪有老人给年轻人让座的？”老人往旁边的人群中挤了挤，腾出一点可以给我转身的地方，然后对我说：“别客气，你抱着书这么辛苦，快坐下来吧。”我看着这位好心的老人，满脸皱纹，头发花白，估计有70岁了，所以我是无论如何也不能接受老人给我让座的。
老人见我再三不肯坐，便对我说：“这样吧，你就当我是给书让座的。你把书放到座位上，免得书再被挤得掉下来。”见老人坚决的态度，再加上我的两条胳膊已经开始酸麻了，心里又实在珍爱这些书，于是我顺从了老人的意思，把书放到座位上，然后腾出手来，搀扶着这位可敬的老人。
就这样，在拥挤的公交车里，竟然有一个空座位，放着我的那些书。这成了一道独特的风景，吸引了很多诧异的目光。在座位的旁边，站着我和老人，不用问，看我们惺惺相惜的样子，就知道都是爱书人。
On a Sunday, I roamed around a bookshop as usual. I found there were plenty of new titles, some of which I had been eagerly awaiting. I made one choice after another, and had got a big sack of books when I was ready to pay. Carrying the books, I eventually thrust my way onto a bus. However, the sack was broken due to the crowdedness. I could do nothing but hold the books in my arms.
It was time to be off duty, and the bus got more and more crowded as it bumped forward. The book I had placed on top fell when the bus was suddenly brought to a halt. I wanted to stoop down and pick it up, and tried several times. However, I was not able to stoop at all since too many people were squeezed together. Then, another book fell. I got very anxious. At that moment, an old man seated in front of me stooped down and picked the books up for me. He scanned the pages and said to himself, “Unexpectedly, such books are still read.”
As I expressed my gratitude to the old man, he stood up from his seat and said, “Young man, take the seat please.” I declined at once, “No, no, I can’t, grandpa. You seat yourself, please. It should be the young who offer seats to the old. How could the old offer seats to the young?” The old man made an effort to squeeze into the crowd so as to make room for me to turn around. Then he said to me, “It doesn’t matter. It is so hard for you to hold the books. Sit down please.” I saw him, who, with a wrinkled face and white hair, seemed to be around 70 years old. So I would never accept the seat he offered to me.
Seeing I declined again and again, he said, “How about offering my seat to the books? Put the books on my seat, so they won’t fall out again.” Since he was firm about it and my arms were sore, and since I did love the books, I did as he had hoped and my hands were free to support the admirable old man.
Therefore, in such a crowded bus, there should be a seat occupied not by a passenger but by my books. It was a unique scene surprising to a lot of people. The old man and I stood by the seat, appreciating each other. Apparently, we both were book-lovers.