Just like worker ants pay for the nest, they go out for food, protect the nest from other animals and work day and night. That's what they did. They will get rid of everything that is regarded as rubbish, protect the streets so well, clean the alleys so clean and work so hard, but never say a word. This silent group is the brave in my mind? Cleaner.
Cleaners keep the streets clean and tidy every day. From the early morning when the sun is not detected to the dead of night, when people are still asleep, cleaners have been doing their own cleaning work on streets, big and small, even on dangerous highways. They won't complain because they are dirty, they won't escape because they are smelly, and they won't shrink back because of danger; They suffer from dust, drunkards and diseases. This kind of sacrifice and dedication can be said to be? The brave among the brave? .
Once when I was in the elevator, there was a mother and son and a cleaner in the same elevator, wearing shabby clothes and carrying a car full of cleaning tools. The mother in the elevator told the children to study hard and not to be like this when they grow up? Cleaner? Same, down and out. In the face of this harsh remark, the cleaner bowed his head and said nothing, just silently endured it? In society, there is widespread discrimination against cleaners. As if speaking of this? Cleaner? Like? Filthy? 、? Dirty? 、? Gross? People often look at cleaners with strange eyes, full of contempt and disgust, but they don't know what they have done to the street; Dedication to people; Dedication to society, this kind of intention and spirit, is definitely more qualified to be called than many industries in society? Brave? .
Cleaners seem insignificant, but without these small screws, the whole social gear will be out of harmony. These tiny giants may be poor in money and material things, but they are by no means poor in thought. To me, they are always respectable? Brave? .
The second simple detergent
In life, many people are making contributions to society. Just like a policeman on duty, angels in white works for the blooming of flower of life. But who do I want to praise most? A cleaner.
Every morning, just after breakfast, I heard waves of "swish" on the road behind the wall. These sounds were played under the dustman's rag. Cleaners sweep the dust and waste water on the road to ensure the cleanliness of the road. They are not afraid of hardship and fatigue, just to let the vehicles pass safely.
After school in the afternoon, cleaners shuttle back and forth on asphalt or asphalt roads to collect the garbage left by passengers. Then pour buckets of tap water on the road, and then carefully sweep the dirty things, waste and dirty water to different places with a broom.
Many cleaners get up early, go out early and return late, and do the same work every day, which leads to backache. Their eyes are blurred and their backs are hunched, but they have no complaints. I really want to praise them. They are the best. Work silently, just like the poem of the Southern Song Dynasty poet: "After a hundred flowers become a secret, whoever works hard will be sweet." It is bees that brew secrets for human beings, and cleaners are those "bees" who work silently.
Someone who moved me.
There are many memories in my little memory. As the days go by, there is one thing I will never forget.
Sanitation workers wear a simple yellow vest, an orange hat and a pair of simple liberation shoes. This is their simple costume.
I remember that day, when I went downstairs to buy breakfast, I found a blocked sewer downstairs emitting a stench, which made us drive around one after another. After breakfast, I saw a transposition aunt digging garbage in the sewer when I left. I didn't even dare to go, for fear that the sewage would jump on me and stain our beautiful clothes. Aunt sanitation, however, she did not hesitate to clean the sewer blockage by hand. I went up curiously and asked, Auntie, aren't you afraid of stinking? ? Aunt just smiled and said, this is our responsibility. ?
Another time, it was raining cats and dogs, but I saw a worker picking up garbage on the sidewalk. Water drops fell from the tip of his hair, a string of pearls. The rain soaked his clothes, but he looked as if nothing had happened. Just working silently, I ran up and asked, Uncle, why don't you go back? ? He said:? On rainy days, these rubbish will affect the driver's driving safety, so I want to clean it up. ? Can't I say next time? It is raining harder and harder. He shook his head and continued to bend down to beautify our city with his vicissitudes. Looking at him, I feel a warm current.
There are still many people around us who silently contribute to the motherland, doing small or big work, touching us and beautifying our hearts.
Article 4? Little people? cleaner
In this world, there are many people who like to chase after fame and fortune, spend money like water, build magnificent senior villas and enjoy the splendor. But there is a kind of people who are very different from these people. They don't want to enjoy splendor. They work hard every day and ask for nothing in return. Because of them in this world, we can be so perfect.
Among these people, cleaners are the best example. Some road sweepers are afraid of too many cars and have to open their eyes to sweep the floor in the street early every morning. Their work is very dangerous because they are likely to be hit by a speeding car and die. There is also a cleaner who often wanders on the death line and may cross the death line at any time. This kind of cleaner is responsible for cleaning underground ditches. We must never think that cleaning underground ditches is just sweeping out silt. In fact, these cleaners must face the test of death, because they may step into a bottomless pit at any time. What is even more frightening is that they may be poisoned by biogas, so it is also necessary to sweep the ditch. Of all the cleaners, cleaning the building glass is the most dangerous, because this kind of cleaner may fall into hell as soon as he falls, because he usually has to clean dozens of floors of glass, and he is afraid of death if he doesn't fall. Therefore, cleaning the glass of buildings is a very dangerous job, which is daunting.
Although these people are inconspicuous, their contributions are higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Their fighting spirit makes us learn more directly.
The scene in the fifth chapter completely changed my view.
I didn't like cleaners before, so I looked down on them. I thought they didn't study hard, had no education, and were always dealing with garbage. They were dirty and had nothing to smell. Therefore, whenever I see them, I disdain to stay away. What bothers me more is that they still. Mind your own business? . Sometimes I throw rubbish on the ground at will, and when they see it, they will remind them: children, throw rubbish into the dustbin! ? I was annoyed to hear their shouts. Well, didn't you just finish cleaning? The garbage is in the dustbin. What are you doing? Mind your own business! ? .
But what happened one morning completely changed my view.
It was a cold night. I finished my homework and looked at the heavy snow outside the window. After a busy day, the street lights flashed and hurried home. After a busy day, I stretched myself, packed my schoolbag and stationery, brushed my teeth, washed my feet and fell asleep.
Late at night, I had a dream, a terrible dream. In my dream, some ghosts were shooting wildly in the street with huge weapons, killing everyone they saw. The bloody scene is terrible. I tried my best to escape? Run? However, why? Run? Don't move. Push? Shout? What else? Shout? Keep quiet. And the strange figure behind me has been chasing me and getting closer and closer. Suddenly, they brought it up? A gun? Shoot me. ? Huh? I got shot! ? I woke up, shivering, sweating and my heart was broken. Great ... Jump very fast. I quickly put my hand on my chest to comfort myself: it's a dream, a dream, not afraid, not afraid. I can't sleep because of the fright, and I toss and turn in bed. I thought to myself, the teacher once said that there are no ghosts in the world. Ghosts are an illusion of people? Variation phenomenon? . My mother once said that dream interpretation should be understood in reverse: dreaming of good things is a bad sign; Dreaming of bad things is a good sign. Thought of here, my heart calmed down a lot. However, sleepiness has disappeared. So I covered myself with a quilt and got up the courage to look out of the window. There is not a star in the dark night sky, and the lights on the road are not very bright.
Suddenly, my eyes? Capture? On the road, something was shaking, so I shook my body and took a step back. God, is it the magic in my dream? After a pause, I took a closer look. It turned out that many cleaners were sweeping snow on the road. At this moment, I looked at my watch. It was exactly two o'clock in the morning. Wow, so early! See the thick snow shovels and brooms in their hands? Order? Next, I stood on the isolation belt by the roadside and lined up in a neat queue like a hill. See the silvery white produced by breathing under the light? Fog? , when hidden. In this scene, my heart trembled: cleaning aunts and uncles, you have worked too hard! Think about your uncivilized behavior and disrespect for cleaners, and you can't help feeling guilty.
Back to bed, I still can't sleep, a sense of shame makes me? Sleepless tonight? .
The sound of sweeping snow outside is still going on?