I often meet a sanitation worker in this community. His face is always so calm that I seldom see other expressions on his face.
In the morning, people are still sleeping, but there is a sound of "rustling" and "brushing" outside the window. I stood up, leaned against the window and looked out. At that time, before dawn, the quiet path was gently stroked by the light shed by the street lamp, and the young trees stood there quietly. I saw a vague black figure. Pushing a garbage truck, wearing a mask, holding a broom and wearing dusty overalls, silently cleaning the road, providing cleanliness for people's travel, and engaging in their humble career. After sweeping here, I pushed the garbage truck to clean somewhere else. He is a sanitation worker. I just looked at it and didn't feel sleepy. The street lamp shone on his dark face, and the expression on his face was so calm and calm.
In summer, the weather is unbearable. Everyone is hiding at home, blowing air conditioning, licking ice cream, eating iced watermelons and not wanting to go out. But who knows, at this moment, sanitation workers are still there, sweeping the streets in the sky with the sinister sun hanging high. Sweat crawled down his cheeks and jumped off the ground, which became the trace and symbol of his efforts for the people and the city. But he never shouted tired, never complained about life or anything else. Sweat penetrated his work clothes and covered the tip of his nose. The burning sun shone on his face covered with dust and sweat, so firm and calm.
Once, I saw him dredging the sewer pipe. Without gloves, he reached into the sewer to dig out the blockage. Gas, smelly, straight at him, dirty water and sewage splashed all over him, and he continued to work hard. Many pedestrians think he stinks, so stay away from him and run with your nose. After a long time, the sewer pipe was finally unblocked. I saw that he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face was full of incomparable peace.
Before, there were many sanitation workers who served people like community cleaners, but later they all left this post because they were afraid of hardship and fatigue. Only this sanitation worker, who has suffered from cold and heat, has a minimum wage, undertakes heavy work and leads a poor life. He is the oldest sanitation worker and the one with the longest service time.
Never forget that face, that calm face! Perhaps this sanitation worker also has bitterness and resentment in his heart. He may drag his tired body home at sunset every day, but what we see is calm and calm. This is the real city beautician, and I will never forget that calm face!