What are the poems praising "traffic police"?

This is an unyielding statue, standing in the hearts of passers-by, flashing the spirit of the times in colorful flowers; This is a beautiful scenery, like a fountain in the center of the street, like floating green street trees, like towering buildings, greener than leaves, more beautiful than flowers, more spectacular than buildings, so that passers-by can stop and watch.

Regardless of the cold, rain, snow and heat, the traffic police should always fight in their posts.

The traffic police did not move in the face of heavy rain, did not leave their posts for half a step, and always stuck to their posts.

Ah, the image of the traffic police, the figure of a sculptural city, spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow, without missing a shift; Ah, the image of the traffic police plays a magnificent life, weaves a happy wreath, plays the gospel of peace, and makes human life and career warmer and more brilliant.

Under the scorching sun and cold wind, facing the morning sun, sending the morning light. Under the changing traffic lights, repeat the same gestures, stand on the small platform, prevent accidents with standardized gestures and strong command, punish violations, be fearless and selfless for the people, smile with warmth, and maintain stability and safety with warm eyes.

The traffic police still stick to their posts, standing on the platform, repeating several monotonous actions.

Traffic police uncles are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts. When we are still immersed in sweet sleep, they are unknown and have no regrets, guarding people's lives and property day and night and building a safety net for us.

Because of the traffic police uncle, we can go to school happily and go home safely.

You choose a life that maintains a stable order, and you need a kind of patience that comes with challenges. This kind of patience and responsibility are integrated, forging an atmosphere called peace and giving it to the public.

Every page you write with your youth and blood shows an eternal theme between heaven and earth: national security, public security in half.

You are always so naive and persistent, looking forward to a hearty trial, when the bullet-like language unveiled a series of ugly shady; I hope that a sincere warning, the burning truth in warning, can burn a cold soul.

Taste the unexpected cold rain when on duty, breathe the pervasive cold wind in winter nights, and always show fatigue and haggard on your face; In your eyes, it will always be insomnia and bloodshot eyes.

People's police, the most dangerous sacred profession in peacetime; People's police, the most dedicated hero group in the new period.

You always integrate your body with the earth on a moonless night and keep your heart and ears close to the night. You hear the snoring and sweet dreams of fellow villagers, but your alert ears, like radar, catch whether the long and evil steps are approaching kindness and innocence.

You belong to all kinds of endless scenes, and you belong to endless files; You belong to the roaring siren, and you belong to the solemn national emblem composed of Tiananmen Square, the Great Wall and the olive branch.