“停、停——快走!”那响亮的口令声又在耳畔响起。喊口令的是学校门口的交通协管员,也是我最敬佩的人,因为不论寒冬,还是酷暑,他总是一丝不苟地坚守在工作岗位上。他是个矮墩墩的黑脸大汉,一双不大的眼睛放出炯炯有神的光,紧皱的眉头使人望而生畏。以前在踏进校门时,总能听到他在批评学生。潜意识中,我将他勾画成这样的形象:爱批评人。可是有一件事改变了我对他的看法。那天放学后,我和同 “Stop, stop - go! ” That loud voice sounded in my ears again. Call the password is the traffic controller at the school gate, but also my most admired person, because of winter or summer, he always meticulously adhere to the job. He was a dwarfed dreadlock, a pair of small eyes emitting a sparkling light, frowning brow daunting. When I stepped into school, I could always hear him criticizing students. In the subconscious, I paint him as an image of love: criticizing people. But one thing changed my opinion of him. After school that day, I and the same