Ngày nào đi học, em cũng đi ngang ngã năm gần nhà. Nơi ấy, xe cộ tấp nập suốt ngày đêm. Em thường thấy một chú công an đứng ngay ở bùng binh, không ngừng điều khiển cho xe cộ lưu thông. Đó là một thanh niên có vóc người cao lớn, vạm vỡ, nước da bánh mật, mặt vuông đầy đặn, đôi mắt sáng, nhanh nhẹn.
Cũng như bao chú công an giao thông khác, chú mặc bộ dồ ka ki vàng sậm. Trên chiếc áo ngắn tay cạnh cầu vai có đeo phù hiệu thuộc sắc phục cảnh sát giao thông và trên ngực bảng tên, đơn vị bằng tấm mê-ka nền trắng chữ xanh. Chú mặc quần tây dài gọn gàng, chấn đi giày đen bóng lộn, chiếc thắt lưng bằng da màu nâu to bản hơi lệch về dưới bởi khẩu súng ngắn đeo bên hông kéo xuống, càng tàng thêm vẻ oai vệ, đĩnh đạc của người cảnh sát giao thông giữ gìn trật tự đường phố. Chiếc mũ kết đội trên đầu có đính huy hiệu cảnh sát khiến cho gương mặt của chú vừa oai nghiêm vừa rắn rỏi.
Chú đứng đó, ngày nào cũng như ngày nào, tại vòng xoay ngã năm như một vị chỉ huy oai vệ. Miệng ngậm còi, hai cánh tay thay một mệnh lệnh, đưa lên, hạ xuống, sang trái sang phải, dòng người và xe cộ cứ thế dừng lại, tuôn đi một cách trật tự, nề nếp. Thỉnh thoảng có một vài chiếc hon-đa đậu chớm quá vạch sơn trắng nhô lên lấn đường, chú thổi còi ra hiệu lùi lại. Tức thì những chiếc xe ấy vội lùi ra sau vạch trắng ngoan ngoãn như các cậu học sinh vâng lời thầy dạy. Chú làm việc một cách cần mẫn và nghiêm túc, không thiên vị một người nào. Có một lần, ba cô gái ngồi trên một chiếc xe hon-đa vù tới ngã năm nhấn ga bấm còi inh ỏi, làm cho một số người đi đường yếu bóng vía vội dạt vào hai bên lề. Chú công an vội giơ tay ra hiệu, miệng tuýt còi ra lệnh dừng lại. Chiếc xe tạt vào lề. Cả ba cô sượng sùng nói lời xin lỗi. Chú công an mỉm cười rồi từ từ rút biên lai ghi phạt. Đưa tờ biên lai cho các cô, chú còn dặn thêm: “Lần sau các cô cẩn thận thực hiện đúng luật giao thông không được chở ba”. Bây giờ một cô nhảy xuống đón xe buýt. Lời nói nhẹ nhàng nhưng rất dứt khoát.
Cứ thế, chú điều khiển dòng người và xe cộ luu thông được thuận lợi, không có một tai nạn nào xảy ra ở giao lộ này. Em rất kính phục phong cách làm việc của chú, vừa có tình lại vừa có lí. Em ước mơ sau này lớn lên, em sẽ đi làm cảnh sát giao thông để giữ gìn an ninh trật tự cho đường phố.
Every day I go to school, I also cross the intersection near my house. There, traffic was always busy throughout the day and night. Every time my mother left the house, she told me to watch the road carefully to avoid an accident. But every day I see a police officer standing right at the roundabout, constantly controlling traffic for vehicles. Therefore, even though the road is crowded, I can still cross the road easily without worrying about an accident.
The police officer was still quite young, looking just over twenty-five years old. He has a tall body and a healthy honey-colored skin. many other traffic police, he wore a dark yellow ka suit. I see the summer you wear a short-sleeved shirt. On the shirt, there was a headband with the logo of the traffic police uniform. In front of the chest is a nametag, a unit of mesmerizing panels - ka white background is very prominent. The clothes are always neat and straightforward to show me that I really appreciate my uniform.
He wore glossy black shoes. The big brown leather belt is slightly tilted downwards by the side gun. These things make him even more imposing and solemn, poised of the traffic police who keep the order of the street. The top hat with a police badge attached to his face made his face majes and hard.
Every day I went to school and I saw him standing there. Whether it was sunny or it was cold, he stood serious, his eyes watching the traffic pattern. His mouth sucked on the whistle, his two hands replaced the command, put it up and down, left and right again. It is because of these orders that the influx of people and vehicles stops, going in an orderly and orderly manner.
Occasionally, there are some motorbikes or cars parked over the white painted line that rise up and cross the road, he immediately blows the whistle to signal back. Those cars hurriedly retreated behind the white line obediently obeying as the students obeyed the teacher. He works very seriously, not favoring someone even if he knows or is a family member.
I remember once on the way home from school, I saw a very honest thing. At that time, it was time to go to work, so the traffic was very crowded, it was very difficult for me to make it to the other side safely. At that time, two people went on a motorbike to spleen to get past other cars that went ahead. Immediately, the siren called the two of them back, asked them to stop, turned off the engine and led the car to the nearby seams, fit just where she stood. Therefore, I have the opportunity to listen and witness the whole thing. Because he went wrong, he asked to make a record and carry out the parking because they did not bring the vehicle documents. When they heard it, they immediately said to him that:
- Anyway, it's a place of acquaintance, so I'll leave it to you.
- Sorry, but the law is the law. The two children who do not comply, who are acquaintances, must be fined.
He replied firmly, then proceeded to work procedures despite how pleading the other two were. I admire you very much in your integrity, dedication, dedication to your career. On that day, I always thought of him.
I admire the police very much! Thanks to you, the streets are always safe. I will try my best to have a good day as a traffic police officer you.
Among all the professions, I to become a police officer, a police officer. Because every day I go back to school, I see a serious, hard-working policeman standing at the intersection that controls traffic. The uncle himself made an appearance in me the dream of becoming a traffic police him.
The first day I went to school myself, I didn't pay much attention to the others around me. Until a while, I realized that the intersection was always very crowded in the early morning and at the end of the hour, right at the time when I returned home, but I never got hit by a car or saw an ear What happened on the road. Everyone went very well in order, so the path that was supposed to be congested every day was always smooth, the traffic was very easy. At that time, I learned that thanks to a police officer who always stood on a high platform in the intersection of the intersection, I worked hard and stubbornly and stubbornly, and ordered people to move.
Everyone said it was Uncle Tuan. You are a traffic police officer, you are more than thirty years old this year. Struck a tall, muscular uncle your father. Every time I looked at him, I had to raise my head to see the firm face under the characteris police hat. Biceps, uncle calves are extremely solid, through the shirt can still glimpse the muscles bulging sleeves.
I have a face-shaped face that stands out with a glossy brown skin that looks extremely healthy. Black-haired hair, always neatly trimmed in accordance with the style of a police officer, a policeman. He has bright eyes that are always full of life and energy. Such people are often very active, straightforward and intelligent. Those eyes are hidden under the masculine eyebrows.
He is very exemplary in compliance with state laws and regulations. Every day, going to the place where he stood, I saw that my car was neatly built near the police station. He wears a dark yellow uniform every day. According to what my father said, it was the uniform of traffic police, very precious because in order to be able to put on the clothes, each person must try to prace and undergo rigorous training and extremely hard. Seeing his hard work seriously, every day controlling the street is not congested, I admire it.
Every day, even if I go to school early in the morning or late in the afternoon, I still see him patiently standing there commanding the flow of people. Without a scolding or loud voice, even with the traffic violator, he gently talked and explained to them where he was wrong. I always see a smile on my lips.
I love you very much and admire you. Every time I went to school, I wanted to talk to him, but it seemed he was always busy, so I just watched from afar and silently determined to try my best to make it possible later. be uncle.
Every day when I go to school, I also go down and fall near the house. There, traffic was busy all day and night. I often see a police officer standing right in the roundabout, constantly controlling traffic for vehicles. It was a young man with a large, muscular body, a soft-skinned water, a full square face, and bright, agile eyes.
many other traffic police, he wore a dark yellow ka suit. On the short-sleeved shirt next to the shoulder, there are badges attached to the traffic police uniform and on the chest of the nameplate, with a white-blue background mica plate. He wore neat long trousers, glossy black shoes, a large brown leather belt slightly tilted down by a side-mounted pistol, which increased the majesty and poise of the footman. Traffic monitoring to preserve street order. The top hat with a police badge attached to his face made his face majes and hard.
He stood there, every day every day, at the turn of the year round a majes commander. With his mouth shut, the two hands replaced an order, brought it up and down, left to right, the flow of people and vehicles stopped, flowing in an orderly and orderly manner. Occasionally, there are a few hon-da beans over the white paint that rise up and over, he blows the whistle to signal back. Immediately the cars quickly backed out after the obedient white line as the students obeyed the teacher. He worked diligently and seriously, not favoring anyone.
On one occasion, the three girls sat on a hon-multi car and fell to the floor and clicked their horns loudly, causing some weak and fast-paced pedestrians to rush to the sides. The policeman hurriedly raised his hand, and the whistle spoke to stop. The car hit the side. All three devotees apologized. The police officer smiled and slowly drew a fine record. Putting the receipt to the girls, he also told me: "Next time you carefully follow the traffic rules, you can't carry three". Now, a girl jumped down to catch the bus. His speech was gentle but very definitive.
Just that, he controlled the flow of people and traffic smoothly, there was no accident at this intersection. I really admire your working style, and I have a good reason. I dream of growing up later, I will go to work as a traffic police to keep the streets safe.
Every day I go to school, I also cross the intersection near my house. There, traffic was always busy throughout the day and night. Every time my mother left the house, she told me to watch the road carefully to avoid an accident. But every day I see a police officer standing right at the roundabout, constantly controlling traffic for vehicles. Therefore, even though the road is crowded, I can still cross the road easily without worrying about an accident. The police officer was still quite young, looking just over twenty-five years old. He has a tall body and a healthy honey-colored skin. many other traffic police, he wore a dark yellow ka suit. I see the summer you wear a short-sleeved shirt. On the shirt, there was a headband with the logo of the traffic police uniform. In front of the chest is a nametag, a unit of mesmerizing panels - ka white background is very prominent in green. The clothes are always neat and straightforward to show me that I really appreciate my uniform.
He wore glossy black shoes. The big brown leather belt is slightly tilted downwards by the side gun. These things make him even more imposing and solemn, poised of the traffic police who keep the order of the street. The top hat with a police badge attached to his face made his face majes and hard. Every day I went to school and I saw him standing there. Whether it was sunny or it was cold, he stood serious, his eyes watching the traffic pattern. His mouth sucked on the whistle, his two hands replaced the command, put it up and down, left and right again. It is because of these orders that the influx of people and vehicles stops, going in an orderly and orderly manner.
Occasionally, there are some motorbikes or cars parked over the white painted line that rise up and cross the road, he immediately blows the whistle to signal back. Those cars hurriedly retreated behind the white line obediently obeying as the students obeyed the teacher. He works very seriously, not favoring someone even if he knows or is a family member. I remember once on the way home from school, I saw a very honest thing. At that time, it was time to go to work, so the traffic was very crowded, it was very difficult for me to make it to the other side safely. At that time, two people went on a motorbike to spleen to get past other cars that went ahead. Immediately, the siren called the two of them back, asked them to stop, turned off the engine and led the car to the nearby seams, fit just where she stood. Therefore, I have the opportunity to listen and witness the whole thing. Because he went wrong, he asked to make a record and carry out the car because they did not bring the vehicle papers with him. When they heard it, they immediately said to him that:
- Anyway, it's a place of acquaintance, so I'll leave it to you. - Sorry, but the law is the law. The two children who do not comply, who are acquaintances, must be fined. He replied firmly, then proceeded to work procedures despite how pleading the other two were. I admire you very much in your integrity, dedication, dedication to your career. On that day, I always thought of him. I admire the police very much! Thanks to you, the streets are always safe. I will try my best to have a good day as a traffic police officer you.
