Mourning on shuttle bus

Every day when I have class, taking 15 minutes waling to bus stop, and take another 20 minutes to another campus for my classes. Actually, it is not too bad to do this, even it's very time consuming, I think of it as a good way to do exercises while rushing between the places I live and study. This is a way in which I like to think. I always like to think of things in different ways. When some unfortunate things happen, I like to what kind of positive result it would bring with.
These days, the shuttle bus seems to be a bit different from the past, when it is dominated by Chinese in terms of voice. Yes, I hardly can hear someone speaking Chinese in loud version, and I realised that people from other countries also love to talk on bus. And I am really moved by the silence made by Chinese students, as I finally know I share a same faith, a same believe with them. That's very encouraged. It reflects what ordinary Chinese students' believe and that we are just a bit naive about ourselves until a catastrophe strike that awake our thoughts.
I really hope the mourning can really help us growth rather than just let us to be silent for a while on the shuttle bus.