Poems about toll collectors at high-speed or toll stations

Poetry: Toll station, I chose your star with my smart eyes, ears with a breeze, the roar of rolling traffic and several amazing sweet dreams. The road surface volatilizes our enthusiasm and welcomes the spring, summer, autumn and winter. The car stopper solemnly issued instructions, consciously paid the fee, and the road was smooth; Monitoring tightens the nerves of vigilance, day and night, leisurely; The window is a mirror, testing the loyalty of the toll collector; Traffic lights guide vehicles to dawn, and this is my choice-toll station.