Praise sanitation workers 1 excellent composition of urban beauticians-sanitation workers, with noble character and pure heart.
I didn't think so before, but the facts educated me and changed my opinion of him.
Whenever I come home from school to do my homework, whenever I enter a sweet dream country, and whenever my brother comes to my house as a guest, I always hear the annoying sound of "rustling sand" sweeping the floor from the window. It interrupted my thinking of doing my homework and made me unable to concentrate on doing my homework; It also woke me up from my sleep and made me sleep badly. I hate people who make such noises-cleaners. I don't think these dirty cleaners will do great things, they can only do some dirty work.
Once, I sat on the sofa by the window, reading comfortably and eating sweet and delicious melon seeds and candy bought from the store. After eating candy and melon seeds, I watched TV again. Just when I read it with relish, the annoying "rustling" sound came again. I knew it was a cleaner, so I leaned against the window to watch. At this moment, I saw a cleaner dressed in white tirelessly sweeping the floor in the scorching sun. Although he didn't sweep it completely after several times, he didn't lose heart and continued to sweep hard, sweeping out the garbage embedded in the cracks in the bricks. Sometimes they even dig up the rubbish that can't be swept away by hand and try their best to get rid of the chewing gum that sticks to the ground. My face is red, because I know I have brought trouble to the cleaner. I think this uncivilized behavior is too inappropriate. If the whole world is like me, wouldn't it be a veritable garbage world? Thanks to such a cleaner, the ground can be clean and beautiful. They clean the streets in obscurity, not because they don't earn much money, but because they don't want to get up early and work hard. They work harder and make the environment better and better.
How touching it is that the cleaners are so selfless and dedicated!
Exaggerate the excellent ingredients of sanitation workers 2 Dear aunt sanitation:
Hello!
Whenever I am afraid of the cold, I think of you and walk in the cold pool water; Whenever I'm afraid of being tired, I think of you and do sanitation for the beauty of the community; Whenever I want to throw garbage, I will think of you and your hard work in cleaning the community. So, I want to thank you, the health aunt in the community-cleaning aunt.
I remember that day, the northwest wind roared like a lion, mixed with dead branches and dust, and the first strong wind in winter came. I was playing in the community and saw you walk into our community to see if there was any garbage on the ground. When I look at you carefully, I see that you have kind eyes, a weather-beaten face, a thin white dress on your upper body, gray trousers on your lower body and long plastic shoes on your feet. Aunt is really thin. Suddenly, you see some large and small plastic bottles floating on the surface of the community pond, and then you go to the pond. I saw that you carefully dipped your right foot into cold water first, and then slowly put your left foot into biting cold water. I was very worried when I watched you go into the water. It's cold! You approach the garbage slowly and carefully, bend down slowly, and carefully grasp the garbage with your hands. I see your hands are red with cold from the pool water. You quickly put the garbage into a big plastic bag and then approach the next garbage dangerously, just like a soldier is afraid of stepping on a mine. One, two, three ... You finally caught all the garbage in the pool. The whole process is cold and dangerous, and I have been sweating for you in my heart. After a while, you finally returned to the shore. I see your trousers are half wet and your legs are shivering with cold. Your sleeves are almost all wet, and I see that your hands seem to be out of control.
At this time, I am worried about you. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold and get sick. At the same time, I am also very touched. On such a cold day, the water temperature is very low, but you got into the water and picked up all the dirty garbage, which brought us a beautiful environment. If it were me, I wouldn't swim in this cold water, because I'm afraid of this cold water and falling into the water. You are really a hard-working and strong person with a heart that is not afraid of hardship and fatigue.
I want to thank you, you are a great man like Lei Feng. You cleaned the streets, improved community health and beautified the city.
Dear aunt sanitation, I want to tell you that you are really amazing. Your selfless spirit touched me, your spirit of not being afraid of dirt and suffering inspired me, and your spirit of silently contributing to others is worth learning.
Ah! We all want to thank you, the great sanitation aunt!
I am here to convey
Salute!
20xx March 1 1
In winter, when the cold wind blows, I wait for my friend at the gate of the supermarket and see a crooked orange figure across the road. On the bright orange coat, there are still a few black characters vaguely engraved. I looked at it. Oh, it's a sanitation worker. The wind made the silver hair messy, but the sanitation worker didn't seem to care at all and kept working hard.
A middle-aged woman passed by the supermarket while eating oranges while watching her mobile phone. The orange peel was thrown back to the ground, and when I turned my head and opened my mouth, the orange stone fell on the sidewalk. She walked on alone, and the bright orange peel looked so abrupt, so dazzling and ugly on the clean and tidy sidewalk.
When the sanitation worker saw it, he quickly crossed the road and patted his aunt on the shoulder: "Comrade, don't litter again next time!" Suddenly, my aunt blushed and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" " "Sanitation workers shake hands, pick up the broom, without further ado, neatly swept away the garbage on the ground. She looked up and smiled at menstruation, indicating that she could go.
I found that the sanitation worker was over half a year old, his rough and dark face was covered with traces of years, his eyes were deep and his lips were slightly purple because of the cold weather.
Aunt sanitation glanced around and just wanted to leave. She looked down and found an orange peel in a dirty ditch. She bent down, crouched down, and put her hand into the dirty water that was about to freeze without mind. I went fishing, but I couldn't reach it. Once again, she stretched out her arms trembling, touched the orange peel, folded her fingers with difficulty, carefully grabbed it, straightened up, walked to the trash can and threw it into the bucket.
What good hands! Rough skin wraps it, and the veins stand out like a river. Thick black dirt accumulated under the nails. There are chilblains on the fingers and the back of the hand, and they are red. Aunt dumped them, took a few breaths of hot air with her hands folded and rubbed them hard. When they recovered a little temperature, she raised her broom and walked away.
Aunt sanitation has no noble and dignified appearance, no vigorous career and no lofty language. An orange vest, a broom, a dustpan and a long road are all her works. Day after day, year after year, from dawn to dusk, rain or shine, it is her silent efforts that ensure the cleanliness of the city and the cleanliness of people's living environment.
Aunt sanitation swept and stopped, and gradually drifted away. Suddenly I feel that my back is getting bigger and bigger.