Describe the traffic jam

1. It's almost the Ma Mine Toll Station, and it's already dark in front. One row, two rows, one row for large and small vehicles. The hearts of people in the car also lined up, heavy and blocked.

2. The car is crowded, the driver is fidgety and the horn is ringing. The roads in Guan Dan became crowded for a while.

On the way home, the traffic jam is like constipation for many years, and the passengers in the car don't move again.

4. At night, there is traffic jam on the road. This is how a tired body can wait for this kind of waiting, but it is as quiet as a car, motionless and orderly arranged, calm for a moment in anxiety, in which life longs for the graceful scenery in a hurry.

It's almost the toll booth, and it's already dark in front. One row, two rows, one row for large and small vehicles. The hearts of people in the car also lined up, heavy and blocked.

6. You see, on the street, all kinds of vehicles are flowing endlessly, blocking the road. There are fast cars, fast motorcycles, light electric cars and leisurely bicycles ... we feel like we are in the ocean of cars. Vehicles also lined up in a long queue.

7. In the late autumn evening, the city has entered dusk, and the afterglow of the sunset is gradually dim. Traffic jams are everywhere on the road. The bus crawled along the road like a snail. Ning Shen sat by the window, watching the pedestrians in a hurry. I can't help but feel trance again.

Composition scene describing traffic jam:

A road full of cars, all the cars, motionless. The passengers in these cars are all students who are eager to go back to school.

This road is now in the "rush hour", which is much earlier than usual 1 times. Because this is the only way to the school gate, thousands of students in the school will arrive at the school around 18: 00 in the evening. You said, concentrate on time and vehicles. Can this road be free of traffic jams?

The sky is gray, as if these cars had dyed it from blue to this dull gray.

I must arrive before 18: 10 at the latest. It's already 17: 50. This huge traffic jam is like a sloth stretching one arm forward. Whenever it was almost finished, it somehow shrank back and returned to its original position. That traffic light seems more difficult for me. What I saw seemed to be just a huge red circle in the sky that day, and it took a long time for a small green circle to emerge. But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace. As if afraid to see us. All I can see is the gray sky, and the big red circle is the "ass" of the car in front. The car seems to be stuck and motionless. A minute passed, and I even memorized the license plate number, but I still didn't move. It's like a pile of scrap iron.

It's already 18: 00, and in this fleeting time, it's simply a torment for me who has been staring at the rear of others. Oh, finally, I passed this traffic light. In another 200 meters, we will arrive at the school gate. Oh! I've seen it! I see the school!

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Although there are only a few cars ahead, the speed of this car still makes me feel slow. I know the environment here. The school gate is our "terminal" and all the cars coming and going stop here. It's also a crossroads, so it's strange that there is no traffic jam!

It's 18: 05 in a blink of an eye, and it's only five minutes before the scheduled school time, but the car in front is still silent. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around.

It's finally started. 18: 10. I arrived on time. I'm sweating like a pig!

Modern poems describing traffic jams;

be stuck in a traffic jam

Author: Modern Qin Dynasty

The car driving in front of me,

On a bend,

Stopped in a devastating way.

The road is wide, but I have no choice.

My sense of distance was suddenly stopped by my feet.

Look at yourself and the rear of the car in the rearview mirror.

The people who followed me came here dusty,

Chasing me in the steaming whistle.

How can people who are all on the same line lie in ambush on all sides?

I was full of anxiety and sweated,

Slowly slide down from the wrinkled face.

How much you long for the distance, how disappointed you are.

In front of me, I stared at a painting affectionately.

Time is dead, only the rising temperature is still alive.

The police car just passed by.

Angels in white, growling at the speed of tearing.

Speculation about the future is dazzling.

A winding path.

Inevitably, some legends were born.

When it really reached my ears.

It is already a cadence of warning and thinking.

An accidental car accident.

It started an hour ago, when we were all ready to leave.

Expand knowledge:

Traffic jams are caused by narrow roads or too many vehicles, as well as electric cars, which prevent vehicles from passing smoothly, resulting in long-term traffic jams.

Traffic congestion has become a common problem in modern society, especially in developing countries, which has seriously affected people's work efficiency and social development. A traffic jam culture and people's attention and research also extend from traffic jams.