In the morning, I am facing the autumn wind, as if I had walked on this familiar road to school. Although it is still early, the street is already full of traffic, people are coming and going, and all kinds of voices are mixed together. Another "Road Symphony" was played in this bustling street. Turning the corner, I saw a familiar figure at the school gate-an unknown security uncle-directing traffic on the zebra crossing at the school gate and escorting students across the road.
Before 7 o'clock every morning, he is already standing by the zebra crossing at the school gate. He is wearing a blue hat, green overalls and a sign that says "Stop". When those cars pass the school gate, he will stop the students with his body. When the car passes by, he will whistle a few times, stand in the middle of the road with a sign, signal the car behind him to stop, and then wave to let the students pass. When the student finished crossing the road, he stepped aside to let the car pass.
Sometimes, he would shout, "stop the car first and let the students pass." Hurry up, class. " I remember once, when he was maintaining traffic order, he was knocked down by a "lost soul" motorcycle, but the motorcycle driver drove away casually. I quickly went to pull him up and said to him, "Uncle Security, are you all right?" ! How can there be such a person? ""nothing, I'm fine. Thank you, little girl. "
He said gratefully, "hurry to school, or you will be late." Listening to what he said, my nose felt sour and I wanted to cry. As I walked, I thought: Uncle Security is just a very ordinary person. For our safety, he does this kind of work again and again every day, whether it is cold or hot. Is he modest? Don't! I don't think he is humble. Looking back, I thought he was so tall. He makes me feel warm and happy on my way to school. I can't forget him.