The fable of the lazy traffic light

At the junction of a small road and a main road, there are two traffic lights. These two traffic lights are no different from those elsewhere. They work day and night non-stop. When red, it becomes green, when it becomes green, it becomes yellow, and when it becomes yellow, it becomes red.

There are very few vehicles on the small road, and sometimes not a single car passes by for a long time. As time went by, the two traffic lights began to complain.

"Oh! When did a car pass here, and we are working non-stop for a second, is it worth it?" said the traffic light on the left.

"Yes! I think so too." The traffic light on the right responded immediately.

Later, they decided not to work hard anymore. When they were happy, they would stay green. When they were unhappy, they would stay red for a while.

Of course! If they do this, they cannot cooperate with the traffic lights on the road. In order to maintain the lofty reputation of the traffic light, the companions on the road said:

"Hey! You two little brothers, you can't just be red and green, you will get into trouble!"

"Joke!" The two traffic lights on the small road snorted from their nostrils at the same time, "You have more cars here, but we have less cars here. How can we have the same job?"

Big I couldn't answer the traffic lights on the road for a while, so I had to worry about it.

One time, it was still broad daylight, and the main road was turning on a green light. The small road should have been a red light, but they were happy and it was still green, so a car on the small road drove out confidently. . When the car body was halfway bent, I suddenly realized that the light on the road was also green, and a sports car was speeding towards me. Seeing that the two cars were about to collide, the traffic lights were stunned, but no one could help. Fortunately, the drivers are young people with sharp eyesight and quick hands. Although the sports car on the road didn't have time to brake, in order not to hit the car coming out of the side road, it forced itself in diagonally. This thrust happened to hit the traffic light on the right, causing it to bend and bow, as if to say: "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

The car coming out of the small road was too late to back away. I had no choice but to dodge to the side of the road, but I dodgeed so fast that I hit the traffic light on the left and tilted it, as if to say: "I was wrong! Don't punish me!"