One day after 5 o'clock, my mother and I got up early to climb the mountain, thinking that no one would get up earlier than us. Who knows that just out of the house, I heard a burst of "bursts" sound. Hey, what's up? Looking inside, it was an aunt cleaner, sweeping the floor seriously with a broom in her hand! Ah, someone got up earlier than us. It turned out to be aunt cleaner! She doesn't want to sleep late. Isn't she afraid of hard work? No, she wants to create a clean and tidy environment for us, and she has no complaints no matter how hard and tired she is.
When I came back from climbing the mountain at noon, the burning sun scorched the earth, so tired and hot that I didn't even want to walk. At this time, the streets are sparsely populated, and people with conditions are hiding in air-conditioned rooms, which is very comfortable. Passing by a clothing store, a beautiful woman in the store was opening the door and spitting, almost throwing up on me. Just when I was angry about this uncivilized beauty, the aunt cleaner came over and bowed her head without saying a word, then picked up the cans next to her and threw them into the trash can. Looking at her dusty clothes soaked with sweat, sweat ran down her cheeks. I have an indescribable emotion in my heart, even awe. Isn't she afraid of dirt and heat? No, it is the high sense of responsibility of "rather dirty than clean" that drives her; It is the noble sentiment of sacrificing herself and others that guides her.
Under the scorching sun, I admire the clean aunt on the road, and I like the clean aunt on the road!
Whenever I see a roadside cleaner, I always think of my aunt in my neighborhood that night. Her eyes are round, her face is dark, her clothes are simple, her appearance is ordinary, but her heart is beautiful.
One night, because of the power failure, my father and I went downstairs to enjoy the cool. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a pair of young people on the bench. A man and a woman are sitting in a chair, chatting while eating. The young woman was peeling a pear with her head down, and the peel fell to the ground. The young man talked to the young woman while eating melon seeds, which were thrown all over the floor. I thought to myself: how immoral! At this time, the off-duty cleaner aunt happened to pass by here. Seeing this scene, she said to the man and woman, "Comrade, please throw the garbage into the dustbin." The man and woman looked at the aunt up and down, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face: "You are just a cleaner, who told you to mind your own business." Aunt cleaner didn't get angry, but said quietly, "Yes, I sweep the floor. This job is very humble, but think about it. If everyone does this like you, how dirty our community will become! " The two men were not moved by menstruation's words at all. Instead, I stood up and glared at my aunt and left without looking back. Aunt shook her head and left. I thought she had gone home. A few minutes later, Aunt Cleaner came back, only to find her with a dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other, sweeping the garbage they left behind. Looking at her distant back, I gradually understand that her obscure work is for everyone to live in a beautiful environment. She is a noble person around me and I admire her very much!
Praise the cleaner's composition 3 at 4 am in Hangzhou.
It's not light yet.
There are few pedestrians on the road, and Aunt Zhang, a sanitation worker, has come to the road early and started a day's work.
Along the road, Aunt Zhang swept quickly with a broom, never letting go of any garbage.
It's getting light, the temperature is rising, and the sweat has soaked Aunt Zhang's hair. She sat down on the side of the road, took out a towel to dry the sweat on her forehead and neck, used her hand as a comb, combed the hair on her forehead one by one, and wiped it hard on the back of her head. She breathed a sigh of relief, took out the water glass from her bag and drank it at one breath.
Looking at the empty glass, Aunt Zhang got up and went to a convenience store. She chose it again and again on the shelf, and finally chose a bottle of Nongfu Spring and went to the cashier: "How much is this?"
"Two pieces." The cashier replied.
Aunt Zhang pursed her lips, looked at her shriveled pocket, shook it slightly and walked out of the convenience store. She went straight into a public toilet, poured a bottle of muddy tap water by the pool and took a few sips.
It's past three. It's noon. Aunt Zhang bought a steamed bread and came to a quiet intersection and sat down. She is about to eat it. When she turned around, she saw a tramp in rags sitting in the corner, sleeping against the wall. Without hesitation, she broke the steamed bread in her hand into two pieces, walked up to the tramp, gently shook him up and stuffed half of the steamed bread into his hand. Aunt Zhang hurried through lunch and continued to clean up the garbage.
In the afternoon, the road was clean, and Aunt Zhang's busy day was finally over. She took off her work clothes, put on a clean coat and got on a bus. There are many empty seats in the car, so passengers can sit comfortably, either enjoying the scenery outside the car or brushing their mobile phones. Aunt Zhang didn't sit down. She stood quietly by the armrest. The bus driver reminded her to sit down. She smiled and said, "My pants are too dirty. I won't sit down."
Aunt Zhang came home, it was dusk, and it was already 4 o'clock in the morning when she waited for her.
Composition 4 Praise the Cleaner On a breezy and deserted morning, suddenly there came a bell "Ding Dong Ding Dong ~". That's the bell of the cleaner to remind people whether to take out the garbage. He pulls a big garbage truck, and every time he walks through a street, he will clean up the garbage in the trash can outside the door. They are busy cleaners every morning.
One morning, I found several sweaty cleaners on the street in the community. The cleaner will start the day's work at four in the morning. These cleaners are wearing red and white hats, red and white clothes and trousers. Holding a big broom in his hand and pushing a garbage truck in his hand. The sound of sweeping the floor broke our dreams. Brush and see! They began to work again, sweat dripping down and wet their shoulders. They put the garbage into the garbage truck carefully, and their mouths kept swishing. But they still have to sweep the floor hard, because they don't let their beautiful homes be polluted. Watching them work hard and then seeing those people littering, I have a feeling of anger in my heart.
If we can stop littering, it will reduce pollution and add beauty to our home. That will make the home more beautiful!
Every dream is worth irrigation, every dream should be in full bloom, and everyone should wait. They are silently dedicated cleaners! They are cleaners with great dreams! They are the cleaners I admire most! In them, I saw infinite brilliance.
Comments: In every corner of a big city, there are actually grassroots people who are as unknown as cleaners, contributing their own strength to the development of big cities. The little reporter's article is aimed at the cleaning workers who have not been paid much attention to, and advocates everyone to care for the environment. The genre is very novel. And the article reveals very sincere feelings! You can also sing songs with lyrics at the end of the article, which is very good! I also hope that the little reporter will continue to cheer!
There are many people I respect: traffic police, teachers ... but what I admire most is an uncle. Although we don't know each other, I know he is a cleaner.
He used to work in the community where I once lived and cleaned the whole community every day. His work seems to be despised. However, which place doesn't need cleaners? That uncle, whether it is windy or rainy, or it is cold or hot, will go out to work when there are still a few stars in the sky to complete his simple and arduous task. 365 days a year, even if you are sick, it will not change.
I remember it was a late autumn morning. I get up to drink water. Suddenly, the sound of "brush brush" came from downstairs. I thought to myself: what's that noise? Is someone sweeping the floor? No way! It's only three o'clock! Let's go and have a look. I came to the balcony and looked down. Oh, it's that uncle. He has a cleaning tool in his left hand and a cart filled with garbage in his right hand. Because there was a short and violent rainstorm at midnight that day, puddles and fallen leaves were everywhere on the road. Uncle wore rain boots and swept the accumulated water in the whole community into the sewer and the fallen leaves into the cart. In the early morning, the community was as clean as before, as if nothing had happened last night. But uncle was exhausted and his face was sweaty.
I admire my uncle's spirit of not being afraid of dirt and suffering and being willing to give. Although his post is ordinary, it is also indispensable to everyone's life. His heart is beautiful, and his contribution is even greater!
Do you know someone I respect? You must not know! Let me tell you, the person I respect most is the cleaner.
I didn't think so before. Later, the facts educated me and made me change my mind.
When I am doing my homework at home, I often hear waves of "rustling" sweeping the floor outside the window, which interrupts my thinking of doing my homework. I can't do homework; I can't sleep when I hear this sound, because I hate this sound, and I hate the person who makes this sound-the cleaner. I think some cleaners can't do great things, so they have to do such dirty work.
Once, I went to the street to buy some sweets and melon seeds. When I got home, I sat at the window, eating melon seeds and candy. When I was reading, I threw my shell out of the window. In less than half an hour, I ate all the sweets and melon seeds I bought.
Later, I went to the living room to watch TV. As I watched, I heard that "rustling" sound again. I'm a dirty cleaner sweeping the floor again. So, I looked at the window. At this moment, I saw the cleaner taking pains to clean the floor of the window. He didn't clean it several times, but he didn't give up. He continued to sweep, sweeping out the melon seeds embedded in the seam of the turning head, even digging out the shells that could not be swept out by hand, and tearing off the candy paper stuck to the ground. My face turned red because I knew I had caused trouble to the cleaner. I really shouldn't. If all people in the world were like me, what would the world be like? Isn't that the garbage world? Thanks to some cleaners, the world has become so clean and beautiful. I will never litter again. I must respect the cleaners!
Cleaners are so selfless and unknown to clean the streets, getting up the earliest and doing the most. More tired, they don't want to work more, because they don't earn much money, but they work harder to make the environment cleaner. Clean and beautiful!
Here I would like to remind everyone: don't throw scraps of paper around, let the cleaners work less and rest more, make the motherland more prosperous and make the world better!
At four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, the lights shed strings of light on the road through the leaves.
A sanitation worker waved a broom and swept the leaves and rubbish on the road. Who is she? She is Aunt Zhang.
Fifty years old, orange overalls, orange hat, rings and bracelets on her hands and earrings on her ears. This is my first impression from Aunt Zhang.
Tired of sweeping, Aunt Zhang sat by the flower bed to have a rest. After a while, she picked up the broom and continued to sweep. The sun is rising and the temperature is getting higher and higher. Aunt Zhang was sweating profusely, but she kept waving her broom. It was a long time before she sat down and took a sip of water. There is only a little water left in the kettle. She looked up and drank it in one breath, not a drop left.
After putting away the kettle, Aunt Zhang got up and went to a small shop, looked left and right on the shelf, and finally picked the cheapest bottle of water and asked the boss the price. The boss replied, "Two dollars." Without saying a word, she frowned slightly, turned thoughtfully and left the shop.
What is Aunt Zhang thinking? For her, two dollars may do a lot of things. Two dollars for a bus and two dollars for a bottle of water. These two dollars are much more cost-effective to go back by bus. Why buy water? She went directly to a public toilet, took a full bottle of water in front of the faucet and drank it down.
The sun climbed and climbed until it reached the zenith. At noon, Aunt Zhang came to a pedestrian passage to stutter lunch. She took out a steamed bun from her carry-on bag and was about to eat it when she suddenly found a tramp sitting opposite. At this moment, she did not hesitate to divide the steamed bread into two parts, one for the tramp and the rest for herself.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Zhang finally got off work. She put on a clean crimson coat and climbed on the bus home. There were not many passengers on this train, and there were many empty seats, but she didn't sit and stood all the time. Uncle driver reminded her to sit down. She smiled and said, "My pants are too dirty. I won't sit down."
Aunt Zhang's days were very stingy to herself and generous to others. She is always considerate of others, an ordinary and great person.
In this world, many people like to pursue fame and fortune desperately, spend a lot of money to build magnificent senior villas and enjoy prosperity. 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.
Praise the composition of cleaner 9. It's hot in summer, and the sun is like fire! The continuous high temperature makes people feel unbearable in the heat. Even if they stand still outside, they will sweat in an instant and feel dizzy after long outdoor activities. In such an environment, countless outdoor workers stick to their posts in obscurity, stick to their duties and accept the "baking test" of high temperature. They let sweat run down from their skin and eyes. They use their own efforts and persistence to keep our city under the scorching sun.
In Dongfanghong Square, sanitation workers with brooms and dustpans and orange overalls kept sweeping the sorbet paper and beverage bottles discarded by pedestrians everywhere, and picked up the chewing gum on the ground by hand; During the rush hour, the police who direct traffic overhead in the scorching sun work tirelessly for the smooth traffic in the city. In the hot noon, they stood in the middle of the road and directed the passing vehicles intently. They don't have a bottle of water, an umbrella and a big sun overhead. They didn't care about the sweat, all they had was how to ease the traffic jam as soon as possible. There are many high-rise buildings, and migrant workers on the construction site contribute to the high-rise buildings in our city. They work in the hot sun, their skin is tanned by perennial outdoor labor, and their hands are calluses. Sweat has soaked their clothes, and the sweat on their faces is dripping like rain. As the temperature rises, the citizens' electricity consumption increases, and the electric emergency repair personnel are on the move in the city for the sake of our indoor coolness. On the telephone pole, electric workers are rushing to repair the circuit in the scorching sun, and cicadas on the branches are desperately calling "hot, hot"; There are also couriers who send and receive emails, road builders and bus drivers. They are all hard-working outdoor workers and deserve our thanks.
When we enjoy the coolness, please don't forget the workers in the high temperature, please don't throw rubbish everywhere, please obey the traffic rules, your smile, greeting language and heartfelt understanding can bring a little coolness to those workers in the high temperature. Let us express our deep respect for their selfless dedication, and let us sincerely say thank you to them!
I admire many people, such as the PLA, doctors, ... but what I admire most is the cleaner who cleans in obscurity every day.
Every morning, while people are still asleep, the hard-working cleaners have started their day's work. Some of them get up before five o'clock and pick up brooms to work. Whether it is windy or rainy, cold or hot, they always clean the streets and never complain. When we live in a beautiful environment, have you ever wondered who created today's environment for us and who made us walk on a clean road every day? Cleaners are selfless to us. They don't ask for high returns, just let people live in a clean environment every day.
Summer is coming, if someone asks me, "Are you hot?" I will answer without hesitation: "hot, hot to death!" " Many students buy some popsicles after school to quench their fever and thirst. After returning home, most of them turned on the air conditioner alone and slept comfortably. Only the cleaners whose clothes were already wet with sweat were flushed by the scorching sun and didn't let out a scream.
Once, when I was on duty at school, I saw an aunt cleaner cleaning the school. She picked up the broom and swept away the dirty things at once. Dust got into her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and continued to sweep. Bitter sweat ran down her cheeks and soaked her clothes. She doesn't care. I was moved by this spirit and refused to leave. After sweeping the floor, she was covered with dust and walked back slowly.
I see: Cleaners are selfless and unknown for our environment. They don't ask for anything in return, but for a beautiful living environment. I would rather be dirty than clean. Although he is extraordinary, I admire his spirit and sacrifice myself and others. In my eyes, they are noble people!
Praise the cleaner's composition 1 1 Eraser is an indispensable tool in our study and life. Although the appearance is not good-looking, it is very useful: we can look for it when writing typos; When a painting is wrong, we can look for it; Even if the cover of the book is dirty, we can use an eraser to remove the stains on it.
Eraser is such a common and indispensable thing.
The life of rubber is very dull. Once the package is opened, life begins. Gradually, the clean rubber body became dirty, and the plump figure became smaller and smaller.
In my opinion, rubber's life is brilliant. From birth to death, he always dedicated his life to people. When correction paste and correction fluid came into our study and life, did the role of rubber disappear? Don't! Compared with correction paste and correction liquid, we prefer to use rubber, which will not leave any traces when erasing mistakes, so that the surface of the coil is still clean and tidy; However, when the white liquid of the correction liquid covers up the mistakes, it will leave extremely uncoordinated marks on the paper. That is to say, although some people are ordinary in appearance, they can make selfless contributions to help others solve their difficulties in obscurity, while some people are decent in appearance and brag about themselves all day, but they can't help others.
While praising the eraser, I can't help thinking of the cleaners who work hard for us every day. They are wearing orange coats and blue trousers. They are like erasers. They clean up the garbage in the city with brooms every day. They are doing the duties of "urban beauticians" every day. They have created a good living environment for us. Unlike those who dress luxuriously and don't make progress in their work.
Eraser! Cleaner! I praise you, help others and give myself!
Praise the cleaner's composition 12 If there is one person I admire, it is the amiable cleaner's grandfather. At first, I thought he was nothing special, but through this incident, the image of grandpa the cleaner gradually changed in my heart. ...
On my way home from school one day, I may have caught a cold the night before and have been uncomfortable in the morning. My stomach turned upside down, and I tried my best to endure it. I couldn't hold it any longer. I threw up on the street in the community before I got home, and almost threw up my intestines. Just when I was uncomfortable, a man dressed as a cleaner came in a garbage truck with a foul smell. He bent down to look at me and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, little friend?"? What's wrong with you? " Grandpa will help you. "At this time, an unpleasant smell came to my face, and I felt even worse." Nothing, don't worry. "I quickly covered my nose and squinted at him, thinking, hum, dirty and smelly, you stay away from me. Grandpa may have realized something and didn't go any further. He just stood at a distance and looked at me anxiously. After vomiting, I felt much more comfortable and walked home slowly. As I approached the door, I subconsciously scanned the place where I had just vomited with the corner of my eye. I saw grandpa the cleaner slowly cleaning up the dirty things I just spit out with a broom. Soon, the ground was clean again, and there was no trace of anyone spitting. I was very moved when I saw him, and I had a strong curiosity about him. Since then, I have quietly paid attention to him. More than half a year has passed, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, he will appear in the community on time, cleaning and transporting garbage. In addition to doing his job well, he also took pains to publicize the necessity of protecting the environment and take timely remedial measures for the destroyed grassland.
Grandpa's behavior touched me, filial grandfather, your ordinary work and extraordinary personality, I want to learn from you!
Composition Praise the Cleaner 13 Go to Qiu Lai in spring, and it's golden season again in a blink of an eye.
Every autumn is the saddest time in Xiao Ye. Because the colorful yellow clothes have only been worn for a long time, the small leaves will bid farewell to beauty, and with the autumn wind blowing, the leaves will also return to their roots and bid farewell to this world. At the thought of landing and dancing with the wind, Xiao Ye felt how small and helpless he was. Yes, Xiao Ye prefers to stay in the trees, even though she dresses up beautiful streets for everyone.
Just as Xiao Ye was crying, a sanitation worker came to her side. The sanitation worker told Xiao Ye while working hard to clean up the garbage: "Although I am only a trivial sanitation worker, I can still make my modest contribution to this society. When people see clean and orderly streets at dawn, a comfortable environment will bring people joy all day. This is the value of our sanitation workers, and I am proud to dress up this city! Xiao Ye, you can do something, too. Although autumn is the end of your life, please don't be sad. I can take you to the garbage can for reunion, so that you can warm up in this warm space, greet each other, and tell each other about the joys and sorrows of the past year and daily experiences. Look, the trash can has been opened, ready to hug you all the time! I'll just hum a song and push the trash can to take you to the garbage station for burning. Burning ashes can be turned into nutrients for big trees. These big trees will flourish in the coming year. When it protects people from the wind and rain, will the small leaves still feel small? "
Xiao Ye listened to the sanitation worker, and no longer felt sorry for himself. She made a close friend of the sanitation worker, and they agreed to meet every morning. So, on the road, on the street corner, on the sidewalk, you can see the familiar figure of sanitation workers every morning. Xiao Ye is whispering, and the sanitation workers are cleaning up the garbage ... Although the clothes of the sanitation workers are stained by hard sweat, he and Xiao Ye always silently dedicate the best world to everyone. They are the most dazzling light in this golden autumn!
Praise the cleaner's composition 14 The teacher asked us what we admire most, and the students discussed it noisily. Some people say scientists, architects and teachers ... I admire the cleaners in the community.
In my impression, the community has been clean and tidy, and there is no big garbage on the road, thanks to one person-aunt cleaner. My mother told me that this aunt gets up early and works hard every day. When she sent me out to school in the morning, the trash can downstairs in the community was clean. I remember once, the sewer pipe in the community was blocked, which soon gave off an unpleasant smell. My mother and some aunts went to the property to help repair it. However, the property has been delayed again and again. I think it's because it stinks and no one wants to get through it. In this way, a week has passed, and it is really hard to live in such a smelly smell every day. The sewer is getting worse and worse because no one clears it. Mom said that if the property is not repaired, we will go to grandma's house for a few days to shelter from the rain.
Unexpectedly, in a short time, aunt cleaner appeared. She was armed to the teeth, wearing rubber gloves, rubber shoes and a mask. It looks like a short version of Altman. At that moment, I felt that she appeared like a hero. She resisted the stench of the sewer and began to get through. At first, everyone stood by and watched. Slowly, everyone saw that she couldn't clean up by herself, and they all reached out to help. In less than half an hour, the sewer pipe that had been accumulated for more than a week was dredged, but the stench was still there, and it took time to emit it.
There is something shining on this aunt. I think it's selfless dedication and unrequited efforts. I wish I could have such a character.
Before 15, whenever I saw the cleaners, their dirty clothes, a feeling of disgust would cover my whole body, and when I saw the trash can, I would cover my nose and leave at a fast speed. However, through this incident, I completely changed my view of them.
It was a winter. I went downstairs happily and found a cleaner standing next to the trash can, and then dug up the garbage that could not be poured out. It makes me sick, I think. I thought he would cover his nose and wear a mask to dig colors. I went over and saw him wearing a thin dress, his face flushed with cold and a pair of tattered cotton slippers. His hands are dirty, with black liquid on them, and his nails are yellow and transparent. I saw him put his head into the trash can again, rubbing the garbage bit by bit with his hands. Then pour it into the garbage truck, scrape the garbage that still can't be poured out with nails, and scrape it with iron sheets if it can't be scraped off. After cleaning a trash can, he cleaned it carefully, and then cleaned the next trash can.
Some people think that "cleaner" is a contemptible occupation, and it is also a dirty, tired and unwilling occupation. Imagine what our streets would be like without these people in society. Can the environment be so clean? Can our society be beautiful? I think cleaning is a very noble and great occupation. They have done a lot for our home and our mother earth. I am very proud of them.
You are beauticians of the city, messengers to create a better future, and we praise you as "cleaners"! We praise you! No matter whether it is cold or hot, you stick to your post and shuttle on all roads. The beauty of the city is inseparable from you, and the health of the city is inseparable from you. You are a member of the urban beautification family!