Poems about toll collectors at high-speed or toll stations

Poetry: Toll station, I chose your star with smart eyes, ears with a cool breeze, the roar of rolling traffic and several amazing sweet dreams. The pavement volatilizes our enthusiasm and welcomes spring, summer, autumn and winter. The driver solemnly issued instructions, consciously paid the fees, and the road was smooth; Monitoring tightens the nerves of vigilance, day and night, carefree; The window is a mirror, testing the loyalty of toll collectors; The traffic lights guide the traffic to dawn, which is my choice-toll station.