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我常趴在窗口痴想，到底什么才是美景呢？有人说，是知名景点那些形形色色的景观；有人说，是深山老林中那原始的风景；有人说，是都市夜晚那灯红酒绿。我不知听过多少种答案，但是却没有一种是我心中所想的，那些只有外观艳丽的美景没多大含义。因此，我一直在寻找着，寻找那令人心服口服的美景，直到有一天…… I often lie at the window and wonder, what is the beauty? Some people say that it's famous scenic spots with all kinds of landscapes; some people say that it's the original scenery in the deep mountains and old forests; some people say that it's the bright lights at night in the city. I don't know how many kinds of answers I've heard, but none of them are what I think in my heart. Those beautiful sceneries with only beautiful appearance don't have much meaning. Therefore, I have been looking for the beauty that makes people take orally until one day 那天，天气不太好，下起了绵绵细雨，那刺骨的寒风肆意在街道上游荡。我走在街上，心情也如天气般低落。街道上行人不多。便很容易令人把目光转向站在十字路口指挥交通的交警叔叔们，他们整日在此指挥交通却无包怨无悔，心甘情愿地为人民服务。 That day, the weather was not so good, it rained continuously, and the piercing cold wind wandered in the street wantonly. When I walk on the street, my mood is as low as the weather. There are not many people on the street. It's easy to turn your eyes to the traffic police uncles who are standing at the crossroads and commanding the traffic. They command the traffic here all day, but they are willing to serve the people. | 
