1. the composition "sanitation workers touched me the most"

the workers who moved me-sanitation workers, an ordinary name, a group of ordinary workers, a group of respectable workers! In winter, the cold wind blows hard, and occasionally a car rushes by on the deserted street. Pedestrians wear thick down jackets and gloves and walk by in a hurry. Sanitation workers with thin skirts "brush" the road with big brooms.

The cold wind has made their hands stiff and red with cold. In spring, everything recovers, and the cherry trees on both sides of Yingchun Street are covered with heavy cherries. The spring breeze blows, and the ripe cherries fall from the branches to the ground.

when the car ran over, the bitter cherry stuck to the ground. Under the tree, sanitation workers wear yellow vests and "brush" the cherries on the road with big brooms.

But the bitter cherry that was run over by the car could not be swept away with a broom, so the sanitation workers found a shovel and cleaned the road repeatedly. Sometimes, for personal gain, some people climb to the top of trees, pick bitter cherries to sell, and throw broken branches on the ground.

When sanitation workers met, they did not complain, but patiently persuaded them. And some people also swear and say some nasty words.

This immediately forms a sharp contrast with the noble image of sanitation workers. In summer, the hot sun is in the sky, and the heat is unbearable. On the road, cars pass by quickly, passers-by eat popsicles and hold umbrellas, and sanitation workers stick to their posts and endure the pungent smell of garbage.

Beads of sweat rolled down from the forehead to the ground, putting out a trace of dust. In autumn, the falling leaves are fluttering, and soon the ground is covered with a carpet.

The sanitation workers sweep the road and every street repeatedly with big brooms. On New Year's Eve, everyone is eating the New Year's Eve, but the sanitation workers are still cleaning the road ...... year after year, year after year; Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and cool; Every year is like a day! Going out early and returning late, the salary is meager, and they have no complaints.

frostbite on the ears, calluses on the hands, dark skin and blood bubbles on the soles of the feet ... aren't these the best testimony of years of labor? Sanitation workers watered the beauty of the city with their own sweat, and exchanged hard work for the cleanliness of the city! Yuxi is now a "Top Ten Livable City in China" and a "Garden City". Now, we are striving to create a national first-class sanitary city. And these are inseparable from the hard work of sanitation workers day and night.

As a member of the city, we should protect the environment, not litter, and cherish the fruits of sanitation workers > . 2. the composition "sanitation workers moved me the most"

the workers who moved me-sanitation workers

sanitation workers, an ordinary name, a group of ordinary workers, a group of respectable workers!

In winter, the cold wind blows hard. Occasionally, a car rushes by on a deserted street. Pedestrians wear thick down jackets and gloves, and sanitation workers with thin skirts "brush" the road with big brooms. The cold wind has made their hands stiff and red with cold.

In spring, everything is revived. The cherry trees on both sides of Yingchun Street are covered with heavy cherries. The spring breeze blows, and the ripe cherries fall from the branches to the ground. The bitter cherry stuck to the ground when the car ran over. Under the tree, sanitation workers wear yellow vests and brush the cherries on the road with big brooms. But the bitter cherry that was run over by the car could not be swept away with a broom, so the sanitation workers found a shovel and cleaned the road repeatedly. Sometimes, for personal gain, some people

climb the treetops, pick bitter cherries to sell money, and throw broken branches on the ground. When the sanitation workers met, they did not complain, but patiently persuaded them. And some people also swear and say some nasty words.

This immediately forms a sharp contrast with the noble image of sanitation workers.

In summer, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the heat is unbearable. On the road, cars pass by quickly, passers-by eat popsicles and hold umbrellas, and sanitation workers stick to their posts and endure the pungent smell of garbage. Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead to the ground, putting out a trace of dust.

In autumn, the falling leaves are fluttering, and the ground is quickly covered with a carpet. Sanitation workers repeatedly cleaned the road with big brooms and cleaned every street.

On New Year's Eve, everyone is eating New Year's Eve, but the sanitation workers are still cleaning the road ...

So year after year, year after year; Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and cool; Every year is like a day! Going out early and returning late, the salary is meager, and they have no complaints. Frostbite on the ears, calluses on the hands, dark skin and blood bubbles on the soles of the feet ... Are these not the best testimony of years of labor? Sanitation workers watered the beauty of the city with their own sweat, and exchanged hard work for the cleanliness of the city!

Yuxi is now "Top Ten Livable Cities in China" and "Garden Greening City". Now, we are striving to create a national first-class sanitary city. And these are inseparable from the hard work of sanitation workers day and night.

As a member of the city, we should protect the environment, not litter, and cherish the fruits of sanitation workers > 3. One thing that moved me was the sanitation worker. Composition 45 words

When the noisy street has returned to calm and the crowded cars have stopped running, do you know who is still working tirelessly? When naughty children have already fallen asleep, and when the bustling night market has entered a dream, do you know who is still working hard? It's hard-working sanitation workers, but they are dressing up a brand-new dawn for people.

In winter night, the cotton-padded clothes soaked with sweat turned into ice armor; In summer, clothes soaked by rain stick to the whole body. They don't complain or complain, but for the sake of people's health, suffering and tiredness, they admit that they are dirty and smelly. It is such ordinary workers who keep their dirty and tired to themselves and give their cleanliness and beauty to others. Although their bodies are covered with dust, they have shining hearts. How many times to help people in distress and how many times to save people from illness is a common thing in the sanitation team. It is such ordinary workers, it is such respectable workers, who are doing extraordinary things in their ordinary jobs. It is this ordinary that breeds greatness, and it is this ordinary that contains glory. Aren't these the true portrayal of the mental outlook of sanitation workers?

If life in every city is like a grand symphony, then sanitation workers are like notes on the music. Although the notes are so tiny and ordinary, they make a pleasant sound in their specific position.

It's the small notes that make up the harmonious theme of urban life, and it's the ordinary notes that make up the strong voice of the times.

If our motherland is like a world with bright stars, then sanitation workers are like twinkling stars. Although people don't know their names, they send out beams of light and heat in their own life track to shine selflessly on others.

It is countless unknown stars that make up the magnificent Milky Way; It is with these countless unknown stars that they gather into such a splendid starry sky.

I praise the ordinary notes and the unknown stars. I praise you more sincerely, respectable sanitation worker! 4. I was moved by the environmental protection workers. Composition 8 words

The spotless streets and roads reflect the radiance of the sun, and they look shiny, just like flawless jasper, so beautiful. Whose credit is this? This is our unknown, selfless and unrequited sanitation worker.

Have you ever noticed them when we litter in the street? When you walk over there easily, they will immediately come to clean up the garbage you throw. Beads of sweat keep falling down, and it seems that it is raining heavily on the ground. But they are still working hard to clean up the garbage on the ground and clean our streets carefully, so that they can make our society better.

I remember that day, it was the autumn season, and yellow leaves and dust seemed to deliberately test our sanitation workers and floated everywhere. It is also like a headless fly, flying around here and there, with no regularity and no touch; It's also like seeing a kite in the sky for the first time, flying higher and higher, you can't see it ... < P > "How can you sweep it?" I feel angry for uncle sanitation worker, but I can't help him, so I have to stand next to him and watch. I saw uncle sanitation worker's waist was stiff because he bent down to sweep garbage for a long time, and his hands full of vicissitudes of life were covered with calluses. His wrinkled face was as yellow as a candle that had burned to the tip. He was wearing a pair of shoes with worn soles, and the old clothes with patches were like babies in his eyes, so he was very careful. I'm afraid to make it dirty.

Leaves are flying all over the sky, and dust is floating everywhere, but the uncle of sanitation worker has no fear in his eyes, but his self-confidence has occupied his heart. I saw that he quickly took a broom and a dustpan and began to "bathe" the street. He first swept most of the leaves around him, then packed them with dustpans and poured them into the cleaning car. Then he went to a farther place and repeated this process. Uncle sanitation worker was already sweating profusely, and the sweat dripped to the ground along the contour of his face, just like crystal snowflakes, which was dried in an instant by this dry weather. The sweat kept flowing down, and uncle didn't rest, as if he were competing with sweat. < P > After nearly an hour, the street finally recovered to its previous cleanliness and was spotless again. But our uncle sanitation worker's clothes had been soaked for a long time, but he didn't complain, and he struggled to clean. Carrying a dustpan and a broom, going to another street to clean ...

This is the cleaner in our city-sanitation workers. Although they are at the bottom of society, they are also the foundation of this society. Without their hard work and selfless dedication, our environment has been seriously polluted, and we humans will not survive. My dear sanitation workers! 5. a thing that moved me. composition

a thing that moved me is deeply buried in my mind, with many people that moved me.

There are teachers, classmates, and police uncles ... Among them, the person I am most moved by is the sanitation cleaner, and what one of the sanitation workers did deeply shocked my heart. She is about 3 years old, with bright eyes and a smile on her face, which makes people feel particularly cordial.

I can see her hard work every time I go to school or after school. A touching event last summer still kept flashing in my mind.

It was a Sunday, and I was going to attend a math tutorial class. There is a sewer opposite the door, and the sewer is full of stinking garbage. Everyone walks by, covering their noses and avoiding it.

by the time school is over, it's almost noon. When I walked to the door, I saw a hard-working figure crouching on the sewer that everyone was afraid of.

I took a closer look. It turned out to be my most admired sanitation aunt. She was fishing out many peels and waste paper from the sewer with her hands ... I was in tears. In spite of the hot weather and the unbearable smell rising rapidly, she persisted in salvaging garbage.

after a long time, the sewer finally cleared, but he became a big face. After cleaning this place, she shuttled between cars and pedestrians to clean the garbage on the road.

seeing this scene, I was completely touched by this clean aunt who is dedicated and loves her career. My admiration for that clean aunt arises spontaneously. She works tirelessly to create a beautiful environment for people ... How precious your spirit is. Although you are ordinary, you are also great. You will always touch me. 6. Writing the composition of sanitation workers

Orange-red figure Wang Juandi, Class 2, Senior 1, No.12 Middle School, Xunyang District, Jiujiang City, Jiangnan Metropolis Daily in December-January, 29 was particularly deserted in the early morning, and occasionally, early cars rolled through the street with morning frost, which opened the prelude to the morning market. I still insisted on running early every day to appreciate the warmth of the city waking up. Not far away, there was a rustle. As I approached, sure enough, the orange figure caught my eye, and the message behind the three words was "cleaner". The face was so vicissitudes and the road was so clean. When she saw me, she smiled, stopped, wiped her forehead with her sleeves, took off her coat and put it on the steel handlebar of the garbage truck, and continued to sweep the garbage. Her movements were slow, and she beat the white hair between her waist and temples from time to time. I took a break with a broom in my hand and shoveled a pile of leaves and garbage into the garbage truck several times. I met her several times in the morning running. Even if I didn't know her, I knew that she was a "city beautician". I couldn't help but be moved and admire her hard work. "Aunt, what is your salary for a month?" I asked abruptly. Of course, it was out of sympathy, a little curiosity, and no malicious ridicule. She gave me a silent and quick look, then lowered her head and waved a broom. "It's more than three hundred." So hard, it's only three hundred yuan? Why do you choose such a poorly paid but tiring job? She continued to work, with a little calmness in her wry smile. It turned out that her son was in high school, her husband died of illness a few years ago, and she had no money and no education. "I have to ... get this job, or beautify our city!" She spoke peacefully and intermittently, as if telling other people's stories, so calmly, but the last sentence made me secretly surprised. This may have been heard from her management leader. After listening to it too much, I remembered that it was naturally said by a simple and low-level cleaner, which really made my heart hot. I smiled, said "goodbye" as a courtesy, turned around and ran back slowly. I stepped on the clean and flat street. In front of her eyes, there is a slightly rickety orange background, and I can't help but have different thoughts. In contrast, she is more glorious than some people who sit in the office, playing poker, playing computer and chatting. She uses her diligence and sweat to support her family and send her son to school. Although she has no culture, her heart is noble. Although her salary is not high, she doesn't complain, she doesn't complain, and she silently does her part for urban civilization. Such a person can't be defeated by embarrassment. What is needed in today's society is someone with this kind of perseverance and hard work spirit! The voice of "rustling" is getting farther and farther away, but the orange-red figure and simple words remain in my mind for a long time. A brief review exercise is written about the little people in the disadvantaged groups, not to reveal any dark side, but to show a simple and hardworking spirit of silently doing their best for the construction of urban civilization. The exerciser mixes materials and dispatches pen and ink, and narrates the life predicament of the sanitation worker "her", but does not make much sadness.