One morning, my mother and I are coming to school. But crossing the road like a crab to get to school makes my mother very uneasy. Just when I was in trouble, a policeman uncle came from the intersection and led me across the road. If a car stops us, the police uncle will stop with his hand, and the car will stop honestly. We went through one obstacle after another and finally got to school. I said thank you to the police uncle and turned and ran away. The police uncle also disappeared in the traffic. Since then, every morning, the police uncle has always sent me across the street. Of course, I am very grateful to this police uncle.
This winter, I met the snowstorm weather in Hangzhou, which is rare in 50 years. Pedestrians fell on the road, vehicles skidded on the ice, and even trees on the roadside were crushed by snow and ice. The north wind ravaged the earth, the grassland was covered with heavy snow, and some houses were collapsed by heavy snow. The highway was blocked and the plane couldn't run. In this weather, my father and I go to the League School by bus. On the way, I skated on the ice twice. Finally, it's the stop. Look ahead, huh? Who's that? I saw a vague and familiar figure directing traffic. Every day, the people who pick me up are police uncles! I have doubts in my heart: it's freezing and snowing. Should the police get off work? Suddenly, a car couldn't start. The police uncle and the kind-hearted man laid straw under the tires of the car, and then pushed the car together in Qixin. The driver of the car said thank you and drove along crooked. Oh, it's snowing I quickly got on the newly arrived No.25 bus. While the police uncle put on his hat and disappeared in the vast Xue Hai.
I am proud to meet such a good policeman in my life.