堵车了。当妈妈的车开到第一个十字路口时,我和妈妈都惊得张大了嘴巴。前面数十盏汽车尾灯聚集在一块儿,闪得我眼睛都花了。耳里充斥着各种分贝不一的喇叭声。定睛一看,不管是南北走向,还是东西走向,车子一辆接一辆排得老长老长,特别是十字路口的交叉地带,堵得水泄不通。车子一辆连着一辆,车头紧贴车尾,丝毫动弹不得,像是汽车版“沙丁鱼”罐头。 Traffic jam. When Mom’s car drove to the first crossroads, my mum and I were shocked. Dozens of cars in front of the taillights gathered together, blinking my eyes have spent. Ear filled with a variety of different trumpet horn. Looked closely, whether it is the north-south direction, or east-west direction, the car one by one row of elders and elders, especially at the crossroads of the crossroads, clogged. A car attached to a car close to the front of the car, did not move the slightest, like a car version of “sardines” cans.