I admire the 400-word traffic police composition.

Speaking of traffic police, we are all familiar with it. They can be found at intersections and main roads. Whether it's scorching sun or freezing cold, Uncle Communication always knows only the traffic tirelessly.

Every morning, when I pass the lion intersection with my schoolbag on my back, I can always see a familiar figure. He stood at the traffic lights, facing the bustling crowd and vehicles, turning around and waving his arms. With his help, vehicles and pedestrians appear more orderly.

In summer, the burning sun made the traffic police uncle red, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down his face to the narrow pass, soaking the back of his clothes, but he didn't want to wipe the sweat.

In the cold winter, the wind is biting, we are all in a warm home, and the traffic police uncle is still directing the endless traffic at the traffic lights. Under his command, the vehicle moved slowly.

On holidays, when everyone goes out to travel and enjoy family happiness, the traffic will increase a lot, and the traffic police uncle will be busier. I looked at him in a serious way, and a loyal respect came to me.

Uncle traffic police always misses this job and other jobs. I respect and admire him. His spirit and character are worth learning.