The cleaner's sixth grade composition 1 Who will help us pick up the garbage when we litter? Who is it, still sticking to his post in the storm? All those respectable cleaners! In order to give people a healthy environment, no matter how hard they work, they are always so obscure; So diligent ...
I used to hate cleaners. When I saw them, I felt sick. I thought it was my job to sweep the floor and collect garbage every day, not my business. However, once, what my mother said to me made me unforgettable!
One day, my friends and I had a good time outside.
I saw the cleaner pushing a heavy and smelly garbage truck. I quickly covered my nose with my hand and thought, "It stinks, it stinks, let's go!" " I saw the cleaner dragging the car away with heavy steps. My mom was there. Seeing me like this, she seemed to understand my mind and said, "Yang Yang, some people are beautiful inside, although they are dirty on the surface. Life is not without beauty, but the lack of eyes to find beauty! " After listening to my mother's words, I finally understood the "dirty" of cleaners. This "dirty" turned out to be a kind of beauty!
Since then, every time the cleaner comes, I don't feel sick. On the contrary, I think "cleaner" is beautiful, and this profession is noble and glorious, because "cleaner" is a beautician in the city, making the city "dressed up" more beautiful!
Beauty is a cleaner, nobility is a cleaner, and glory is also a cleaner. Uncle and aunt cleaners, we salute you!
The beauty of a doctor is a wonderful rejuvenation; The beauty of teachers is to teach and educate people; The beauty of soldiers lies in defending their country ... so, where is the beauty of cleaners?
Grandma Wu next door to my house is over 50 years old this year. She has been working as a cleaner for the past few years. I saw the beauty of a cleaner in her.
Cleaner, beauty lies in the soul. In the eyes of many people, cleaners just "sweep the floor", but I think cleaners are a respectable profession, and we should treat them equally and not be cynical. Cleaners carry the name of "urban beautician" and devote themselves to urban cleaning work without hesitation. What a pure heart and noble character!
Cleaners are beautiful not only in their hearts, but also in their sweat!
As soon as dawn dawned, they came to the empty street with brooms, swept the street hard, and tidied up the originally messy street in order.
When we walk on the clean road, who would think of the scene of the cleaner sweating like rain? This is a clean road they exchanged with hard-working hands and sweat left in the cold wind. When people go to work, the cleaner has finished the task. In the face of a world full of sounds, although the cleaners are small, their spirit is immortal. Because they greet the first morning light every day, day after day, year after year, they are conscientious and hard-working, and they always fight in the front line of sanitation work, no matter the heat and cold, no matter the snow and snow!
Cleaner, I want to thank you for adding beauty to this world; Cleaners, I want to praise your hard work and selfless dedication!
I finally understand that the beauty of cleaners is selflessness!
In my life, there are many people who have the ability and expertise. For example: police, teachers, firefighters ... However, there is one person whose skills I will never forget.
It was a sunny afternoon, and even cicadas screamed with heat. My friend and I went to the canteen and bought a popsicle to reduce the fever. When we came back, we just threw the popsicle bag on the ground. At this moment, my friend and I suddenly smelled a smelly and stinging smell. I turned around and saw a cleaner cleaning the sewer. He stood in the direct sunlight, and the sweat as big as a bean fell down. Still wearing orange environmental protection clothes, which read: it is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment, wearing a pair of worn gloves. It still stinks from time to time. We just want to avoid it.
But when I saw the cleaner not moving, I thought he thought the sewer was too smelly and didn't want to do it. But the next move made me dumbfounded. He even picked up the net and fished it directly, and fished out a lot of plastic bags and branches-but I don't know why the net couldn't be pulled at once.
He seemed to be thinking something, and the next move surprised me even more. He fished out everything blocked in the sewer directly by hand. Seeing this, we can't help feeling a little ashamed. Others are so lucky that they are not afraid of being tired. But the two of us don't throw garbage into the trash can, which also causes trouble to others. Let's pick up the bag and throw it back in the trash can.
The skill of the cleaner is really amazing! Without them, there would be no clean city. Thank you, city beautician!
When you walk on the smooth and clean road, have you ever thought about the guards who work tirelessly day and night to protect the environment-cleaners? Whether in hot summer or cold winter, they can always be seen in the street. ...
At noon, the sun scorched the earth, and the cicada in the tree cried, "Help-help-". After buying fruit, I'm going to turn around and leave because it's too hot.
However, for an instant, I was stunned by the tall figure in front of me. ...
The fiery red sun dyed her white hair yellow and sweat lay on her face. Ruthless years have painted several deep wrinkles on her face. She is a cleaner.
"Why don't you rest at home on a hot day? Come here to suffer? " I hurried forward to ask, and curiosity made me forget the heat.
"Well, it's not just because those who don't have a sense of public morality litter? I didn't have to go to work today. It is because there is too much garbage that I came to help. " After that, she wiped the sweat from her face with the back of her dirty hand and kept her head down to continue her work.
silent ...
That respectable figure is getting farther and farther away from me, and her sweat moistens this street. This made me ponder: if people can give more love to the earth and more awareness of protecting the environment, won't it make the aunt cleaner less haggard? Won't it make the world happier? Cleaners are respectable, and people who pollute the environment are shameful!
Whenever I walk on the road, I can always see some uncles and aunts cleaning the road. They left a deep impression on me and greatly changed my behavior. Whenever I see their figures, I can't help but feel a sense of admiration and want to cheer for them loudly.
There is one thing I will never forget. One day, I peeled an orange and ate it while walking. It was really uncomfortable to hold the orange peel in my hand, so I threw it casually and walked forward casually. Not far away, I felt a pair of eyes looking at me behind me. Looking back, a man in his forties was wearing an orange coat with the words "Erqi Sanitation" written on it, which stood out. He is bending down to pick up the orange peel I just threw out and looking at me kindly. I felt ashamed at once, and my face turned red and hot involuntarily. I hung my head as if a mouse had seen a cat and slipped away. I was lost in thought along the way, and I made up my mind never to litter again.
Later, whenever I saw someone littering at the school gate or in public, I wanted to tell him loudly that I should cherish the work of a cleaner. Cleaners are greedy for the dark every morning, and try to clean every street and every corner with their own hands, so that our living environment becomes clean and tidy. Their virtues of hard work and happiness are worth learning from each of us.
Although many people look down on sanitation workers and think their work is too dirty and tired, I want to say "you are the most beautiful" to the cleaners who work hard every day.
He is an ordinary old man. The day I met him, the sun was like fire, and cicadas were shouting summer.
I just got up, opened the curtains, looked far away and found a person standing in the sun. I sighed lightly: Is this man a fool? On such a hot day, he still wants to bask in the sun. Why not go to the shade? This really puzzles me. Just when I was wondering, my mother shouted, Xiaoshuo, take the garbage downstairs and throw it away.
I ran downstairs quickly and saw the "fool" again on my way home. See him for what he really is this time. His trousers were patched and his short sleeves were worn. His skin is like ink, his rough big hand holds a big broom, and there is a trash can beside him. Sweat dripped from the forehead to the chin, and then from the chin to the ground, and the clothes were soaked. But he didn't wipe the sweat, just bowed his head and swept the floor. I saw his eyes, which are muddy eyes and eyes full of human vicissitudes, but I can't read any dissatisfaction with life from these eyes. When he saw me, he stopped what he was doing and said with a smile, "Little friend, it's very hot outside. Hurry home, or you will get heatstroke. " I suddenly have an impulse to cry. He tried to serve everyone and give us a clean environment. I don't know whether it's good or bad, so I scold him in my heart.
I am full of guilt about this old cleaner and want to say sorry to him.
Today, my parents and I went to the Confucius Temple to watch the Lantern Festival. It's really beautiful. Several streets are crowded with people, and many families are their nests. Looking around, the streets are covered with strings of red lanterns, adding a lot of joy to the festival. There are also many folk artists performing in the street, some carving words on rice, and some making all kinds of sugar people. Qinhuai River is a place where tourists can't stop and linger. You can see all kinds of lanterns in the square in front of Confucius Temple, such as rabbit lanterns, carp lanterns and lotus lanterns, which are really eye-catching. I think Nanjing is really a good place.
Unconsciously, my stomach began to growl, so we came to the Qinhuai-style food stall and accidentally saw waste paper and plastic bags discarded by tourists around the trash can, which was somewhat out of harmony with the surrounding beauty. Although I also see sanitation workers cleaning from time to time, it is inevitable that too many people pay attention to one thing and can't see another. I don't understand these people who throw away rubbish. Now that we're in the trash can, why not sort it carefully and put it in?
I think beautiful cities should be maintained by all of us, so I picked them up and threw them into the trash can. At this time, the tourists on the side cast strange eyes, where there is praise, and some people don't, but I want to say to them, is this what you do at home? You should love our city as much as your home, just like a lyric I heard: As long as everyone pays a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.
There are many people I admire in this world, including Rorty, who protected her mother like a tiger in the flood. Ryan who donated money to African refugees; And Stadie, who loves reading ... However, what I admire most is the aunt who is unknown in the street.
She is neither fat nor thin, but she looks strong. Although it was a cold winter, she didn't change into a cotton-padded coat, but she still wore that old work clothes. Small black stains are particularly conspicuous under the white bib, and the back of the coat has already been soaked with sweat.
She is sweeping with an oversized broom, looking back from time to time, probably to see if there is anything left behind. However, behind her, it is clean, as clean as a mirror, and it is too clean to be picky. ...
She sweeps so eagerly, so skillfully, and even has a sense of rhythm. She may think that this "rustling" sound is the most beautiful music in the world, and she is simply fascinated by this monotonous "rustling" singing.
From time to time, she knocked down the protruding bricks with the bamboo handle of the broom, filled the pits on the road with mud, and dug up the disgusting soil that the broom could not sweep by hand. ...
I greet her respectfully when I see her at school every morning. This is the ordinary cleaner. Whether it is cloudy, rainy, sunny, hot and cold, she will always be loyal to her duties, sweeping and sweeping in obscurity ... Looking at the clean streets and spotless roads, I can't help but say, "Aunt cleaner, you are amazing!"
Cleaning is a special job. He must stick to his post, rain or shine. Hard work can't win back everyone's respect for them, but they are still paying in obscurity. I know such a special old cleaner.
She is special because she is not a real cleaner. In fact, grandma is just an ordinary laid-off worker, and her family is not rich. Just to give us a clean environment, she has been cleaning for us in obscurity for more than 20 years without any reward.
I still remember that when I first met this old woman, she was scolding my classmates. She insisted that he throw the garbage bag into the trash can just because the classmate threw it away casually. Finally, the classmate said that she had to do it, and the old woman left with a smile. At that time, we thought grandma had gone too far and was just a garbage bag. What grandma did was really exaggerated. But then I gradually found out how bad our environment would be if each of us threw garbage at my classmates like that.
So I decided to learn from this old woman and this special "old cleaner" and protect the surrounding environment from myself.
I admire many famous people, such as Newton and Einstein ... but in life, I admire cleaners even more.
"Is the cleaner worthy of your admiration?" This makes many people puzzled: Newton and Einstein are both big shots, how can they compare with cleaners? Actually, it is not. It is these unknown people behind us that will make our society progress.
In normal times, if you are careful, you can see that if you are in the street, cleaning workers are likely to be abused and beaten if they try to stop some people who throw garbage everywhere; Cleaning staff get up early every day: get up at four o'clock in the morning and go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening; In the garbage station, the cleaners have to do all the hard, tired and dirty work. Why do they spend their precious lives here as hard workers? In order to make the earth younger, more beautiful, more lovely and more spectacular. They live and work in an ordinary way every day and make contributions to the motherland and the people.
At this time, I remembered my happy life: when the hot summer comes, I will hide in the cool air-conditioned room and enjoy myself, while the cleaners are sweating and sweeping the street with brooms and garbage trucks.
For the ideal in mind, for the same belief, for the beauty and magnificence of the motherland, the figure of cleaners keeps shuttling through the streets, so they are selfless devotees and light up the beacon of people's environmental protection.
Uncle and aunt cleaners, it is your actions that have opened the door to our young hearts and planted seeds to protect the environment and create a beautiful home. So, I am proud of you! Cheer for you!
One afternoon, I hurried home with a "big musical instrument" in my left hand and a cloth bag with books in my right hand. Walking to the door, I suddenly found that the Chinese textbook was gone! What are we doing? Go back and find it! I walked back trembling, my heart pounding: "Will it be swept away by the cleaner!" " "I continue to look for it.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up-a cleaner's grandmother was looking around for the owner with a book! I excitedly "galloped" past, forgetting the heaviness of "big musical instrument". Seeing me so excited, grandma the cleaner came up to me and asked me, "Is this your book?" I panted and replied, "Yes, it's mine, thank you!" " "Grandma saw me panting like this and immediately took a bottle of water from the car and handed it to me." It's just a book, nothing. "
I gulped down the bottle, put it in the cleaning car, said goodbye to my grandmother and left.
The next morning, the old cleaner was still cleaning there. I saw a piece of candy paper on the ground, so I picked it up and helped grandma put it in the cleaning car. Grandma said to me, "Thank you." I saw her panting, so I took out a bottle of mineral water from my schoolbag and handed it to her, saying, "It's just a piece of candy paper, nothing."
What would the city be like without cleaners?
Downstairs, I often see the figure of a female cleaner. She comes to clean up early every day: the ground is extremely clean and the handrail of the stairs is carefully wiped with a cloth. Once, my friends and I played ball downstairs. In late autumn, the leaves are all over the ground, "Hua Hua ..." The female cleaner sweeps hard. After a long time, she didn't finish sweeping because the dead leaves kept coming. She didn't stop there, bent down with a dustpan and broom to chase the fallen leaves ... I applaud this persistent cleaning lady!
Walking on the road, you will see a busy orange figure-that is, cleaners sweeping the floor, picking up flowers and garbage, cleaning railings. Once I came back from playing with my mother, it was getting late and there were few pedestrians in the streets in early winter. I saw an old cleaner in his forties and fifties, waving a big broom, carefully cleaning the garbage and thin soil on the roadside. It's getting dark, who will pay attention to whether the road is really clean? I applaud this responsible old cleaner!
It rained heavily in summer, and the road became a big river. I walked carefully with an umbrella and saw a male cleaner in a raincoat squatting at the sewer. Looking closer, I saw that he was cleaning up the garbage wrapped around the manhole cover, and then bent down to lift the manhole cover and support it with bricks. The foul-smelling sewage flows into the sewer smoothly, and the river becomes shallow ... passing cars will no longer splash sewage and stain my clothes. I applaud this uncle cleaner who is not afraid of being dirty and tired and solving problems for people!
Cleaning workers' clothes may be untidy and not bright, everyone looks weather-beaten and their work is not taken seriously, but I want to say: I respect you-cleaning workers!
Our life is efficiency-oriented, and high efficiency should meet two requirements: one is single-minded and meticulous, and the other is a good learning environment-who gave you this learning environment? -Are they parents? No. Is it heaven? No. In fact, they are a very humble profession-cleaners.
Cleaners, also known as "beauticians of the city", work hard for us in order to make everyone work in a fresh environment.
When you go out at four or five in the morning, you can see that the cleaners are busy. Also, this is the best time to clean-a little early, for fear that people will get dirty at work; It's a little late, for fear of traffic problems that will affect people's work. Look, how considerate the cleaner is to us! They are absorbed in wiping the ground with brooms, trying to prevent "dust from escaping through the net" and trying to prevent dust from rising.
Such a great cleaner is still reviled by some citizens. People always treat them as plain and dark, and they all hate them. They also said it would affect the city appearance. But the cleaner, the ugly cleaner, just put up with it. They put up with it for the sake of people's work efficiency and environment. Those who laugh at cleaners, you don't know, without this "threat to the city" cleaner, you wouldn't work and live in a paradise-like dream water town.
Like ordinary people, cleaners have ups and downs in their hearts. They are sour-people look down on them; They are sweet-happy for people's contributions; They are bitter-getting up early and working hard to cheer for us; They are hot-they work so hard that they have to be scolded by others. ...
Cleaner, "city beautician", you have benefited us, made our life happy and healthy, and made our earth young forever!
In the early morning, when people were still asleep, there was a rhythmic brushing sound outside. I don't know whether I woke up with a start or naturally. I washed everything and got dressed. After breakfast, I put on my schoolbag and went straight downstairs. As soon as I got downstairs, I saw a neatly dressed aunt cleaner. She took the initiative to say hello to me: little friend, you got up early. I smiled at him and I smiled at her. Now I know that the rhythmic sound of brushing teeth in the morning is the beautician in our city dressing up our city to welcome a new day.
From now on, I will see her almost every day. Slowly, when I get to know her, I will take the initiative to say hello to him. It was a Saturday morning. I went downstairs and greeted him as usual. She wiped the sweat from her head, waved and smiled at me. Today, she didn't wear gloves. I can clearly see that he has calluses on his hands. After greeting, she began to work. At this time, she swept the garbage dump, which gave off an unpleasant smell. Many pedestrians ran away, covering their noses, but the aunt cleaner was not afraid of being dirty and greeted her.
Aunt cleaner sweeps the street on time every day, tirelessly and never complains. Their spirit of not being afraid of being dirty and tired deeply touched me. Some people look down on cleaners, but they are indispensable in people's lives. Without their selfless dedication and labor, our beautiful city would not exist and our environment would be very bad. It is precisely because of the beauticians in these cities that our city will become cleaner and more beautiful.
The cleaner's sixth grade composition 15 There are often such figures downstairs in my house: an ordinary straw hat, a green coat, two trouser legs rolled up, a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. Everyone knows who it is, just an ordinary cleaner.
Whenever I go downstairs to play, I will see the grandfather who sweeps the floor, with a walnut face, many wrinkles, tanned skin, a pair of knife-shaped eyebrows on his face, bright eyes, a sorghum nose under his eyes and thin lips. He looks very kind.
Every time I walk past him, I see him sweating, his clothes are wet and his eyes are bloodshot. At this moment, I really want to give grandpa the cleaner a towel to wipe the sweat.
He is always busy. He wears a straw hat and holds a drop of sweat every day. For the cleanliness of the community, some people look at the cleaners with contempt. A young uncle leaned over and said, "Hello! How is this swept! There is dust everywhere, and my new suit is dirty! " Grandpa, the cleaner, quickly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong ..." Uncle took out a paper towel from his pocket and wiped the dust on his body and threw it away. Grandpa the cleaner then frowned, shut up and silently swept. But they don't care about hygiene and garbage. Aren't they ashamed?
Some people think cleaners are dirty, but I think they exude a unique beauty.