The cleaner's fourth grade composition 1 There is a cleaner's aunt in our community. Although she is over 50 years old, she is full of youthful vitality. She always wears a ponytail, smiles and radiates sunshine.
She takes her work very seriously. Whether it's windy or rainy, hot or cold, she sticks to her post.
Once, my mother and I just went out and saw my aunt cleaning up the garbage on the ground. As usual, she is careful and meticulous. Suddenly I saw her pick up a piece of paper from the garbage, dust it, stick it on the wall, and then go to work.
I went over to have a look. For an instant, I froze: this is looking for you! A mother is anxiously looking for her lost child! Looking at this picture of looking for you, I immediately remembered the scene of my second grade: that afternoon, because my mother was late from work, I went to my classmate's house to play, and because I went too far, I forgot the time and went home. My mother came home from work and found no one at home, so she looked for me everywhere. She didn't find me until it was dark. When I saw my mother, my tears almost fell.
Recalling the scene at that time and seeing what my aunt had just done, I paid more respect to my aunt cleaner. She's great! It's amazing!
I think, as long as everyone cares about others like this, the world will be better!
There is such an old cleaner in my community who drives a four-wheeled trampoline to clean up the garbage. He is about 60 years old, short and thin, slightly hunched, and his weather-beaten face has deep wrinkles. He always wears a small black mask that will never leave autumn, a set of shiny twisted gray trousers and a pair of old rain boots.
Whether it is summer or winter, every morning, the old cleaner will appear in my community on time. Holding the car in one hand and the steering wheel in the other, "jump, jump, jump" rang rhythmically, asking people to send the garbage out.
Whenever I take a garbage bag to take out the garbage, the old cleaner always smiles and says to me, "Be careful, don't get your clothes dirty." Then I took the bag without saying a word and helped me put the garbage bag in the car. Once I accidentally fell down and even the garbage was scattered outside the car. The old cleaner lifted me up without saying a word, carefully looked at whether I hurt myself and took off all the dirty things on my body. Then I took down the broom and dustpan from the car, cleaned up the garbage on the ground and poured it into the car. He just said to me, "Be careful in the future" and drove away on four wheels. Every morning, the sound of jumping sounded in the community on time. The short, thin and slightly camel figure appeared in the community on time, driving a four-wheeled jumping car and repeating his monotonous movements.
There are many occupations in the world that deserve respect and admiration, but what I admire is an ordinary cleaning lady.
One morning, I got up early and went for a morning run. When I walked out of the house, I saw the empty yard, which was many times quieter than before. It seems that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard. The sky is gray and there is no shadow of birds flying. I think: I should be the earliest in the yard! Suddenly, the sound of "wow-wow-"attracted me to the past: a cleaning lady was sweeping the floor, with glittering sweat on her head, shining in the morning light, her eyes staring at the ground as if she didn't let go of a hair, and her calloused hands clung to the broom, neatly sweeping the fallen leaves that were hit by the rain last night. It turned out that the ground was full of leaves, and now she has finished sweeping. It's only about five o'clock at this time. It seems that she has been sweeping for a long time. "Aunt, do you get up so early every day?" I can't help asking "Yes, I want to get up early for the cleanliness of this city!" She answered with a strong local accent while sweeping. I was moved by her simple words.
Yes, an ordinary person and an ordinary career can bring beauty and cleanliness to our city. This is the person I admire most!
I admire many people's fourth grade composition 4. Such as: selfless dedication of the police uncle, self-improvement of the disabled, serious study partners, unknown cleaning staff, teach our mother every day.
I remember that in the past, cleaners were particularly dirty and unsanitary in my mind. But after one incident, I completely changed my impression of them. It was a summer vacation, and I was helping my mother take out the garbage. I happened to see a cleaner sweeping the garbage. A group of children were playing football when the ball suddenly rolled into the garbage. Because it's too dirty, they don't want anyone. Just as they were about to give up, a voice stopped them. It turned out to be a cleaner. He took the ball out of the garbage and gave them two napkins. He said to them, here you are, be careful next time, take it back and wash it with paper.
The children took the ball away happily, and the cleaner looked at them with a smile. At that moment, I really understood the cleaner. The cleaner is a beautician in the city. They are selfless for us, work hard for us and deal with garbage for us. If it were not for them, we really don't know what our home would be like. That's why I admire them.
One night, after dinner, my father and I went out for a walk and saw a cleaner in his late fifties cleaning up the fallen leaves on the roadside. Fallen leaves piled up on both sides of the road. I looked at the piles of fallen leaves and thought that the cleaners would help people clean the peels, fallen leaves, scraps of paper, packaging bags and beverage bottles in obscurity. It's great that they do good things for people without complaining.
It was autumn before I knew it, but I didn't notice it at all. Maybe it's because I'm too busy studying. I was so busy that everything around me was ignored. I don't even know what color the flowers on the roadside are ... a year is almost over. Why didn't I notice it at all? How time flies! How time flies!
Now I know that I have neglected all the changes around me. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a maple leaf fell gently and finally fell into my hands. It is so red, so bright, so dazzling. Really beautiful! When it floated down, it was so light and slow, just like jumping out of one last dance. Of course, this is also the farewell dance it tried to perform.
Holding fallen leaves in my hand, I think how wonderful our life is when I think of the silent efforts made by the cleaners!
In the eyes of most people, the job of cleaner is very humble, but I don't think so. Although ordinary cleaners are ordinary people, they have inexhaustible beauty.
One morning, I thought I was the first to get to school, but I was wrong. In the quiet campus, several aunts are cleaning, and the ground is covered with countless yellow leaves. I saw the dustman holding a broom in his right hand, a shovel in his left hand and a broom waving in his right hand, sweeping up pieces of yellow leaves and some waste paper, then sweeping them into the shovel and gently putting them into the garbage bin. Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew, and my face was red with cold, as if a poisonous needle had stuck me and hurt me. Aunt saw me and said, "children, go back to the classroom quickly." After catching a cold, your mother will worry again. "I was moved by a few short words. At this time, a child threw a piece of paper, and the aunt quickly picked it up and threw it into the trash can. At this time, the naughty cold wind came again. It blew away all the paper in the dustbin. Aunt picked up the paper without saying anything and took a deep breath until the ground was clean.
I am in a good mood to see this clean campus. At the same time, I was also infected by the spirit of the menstrual cleaner.
Zheng Kexiang, Grade 4, Emeishan No.1 Primary School, Leshan City, Sichuan Province:
Today, the teacher led us to clean the garbage outside the school. Several of us were talking and dancing happily with iron tongs, brooms, garbage bags and dustpans. When you see garbage, put it in the garbage bag.
Suddenly, we saw a small river, which was full of rubbish. He seems to be ill and in pain, as if to say, "Children, come and help me!" " "So, we picked up the iron tongs and prepared to show our talents. After several efforts, Xiaohe finally recovered and was ready to go to other places to clean up. I vaguely heard the sound of the river: "thank you, children!" "You are really good children!"
Walking, we saw Uncle Lin turn to us for help again. "wow! A lot of rubbish! " I can't help but say. Uncle Lin Shu said: Children, come and save my children! They're dying! "We started again. A few drops of "little pearl" fell from my forehead. That's my sweat. Although I was hot, I didn't say it. Because I know my friends are also very hot and tired. Our efforts were not in vain, and the decimal was saved. Uncle Woods and Xiaoshu are thanking us.
Today, I am so happy! I feel an extraordinary sense of happiness! I will learn from Lei Feng in the future! Lei Feng is already a hero in our mind! This action let me know how difficult it is to be a cleaner! But we are happy to contribute to our motherland!
Since childhood, I have shaken countless hands, some are warm, some are capable, some are full of love, and some are ... but what I want to write today is a pair of very hardworking black hands.
These hands are the hands of the cleaner. They are covered with calluses from beginning to end. You may ask, "They are just ordinary hands. What is there to write about? " Don't worry, I haven't finished writing yet! The cleaner is very white, but the skin on his hands looks like an African. Some children will shout around the cleaner when they see it: "African hand, African hand!" " "But the cleaners never yell at the children or get angry. She just does her work silently.
I can't understand why the cleaner's hands are so black. Are other cleaners like this? But I don't think other cleaners are like this!
Finally, one day, I found the answer.
It was a sunny Sunday and I went for a walk with my family. Suddenly, a familiar figure caught my eye. Ah, it's her, the cleaner. Huh? What is she doing in the hole in the sewer? I took a closer look, and she was absorbed in discharging the garbage out of the sewer. I saw her digging garbage bit by bit with her dark hands. At this time, I finally understand why the cleaner's hands are darker than others, because she works the most seriously.
In fact, the cleaner's hands are whiter than anyone else.
Why do I get up every morning to do morning exercises in the community, and the ground is so clean? Open the window. Why is the road so clean? Who cleaned all this? That is the person who has been quietly working for others-the cleaner.
One night, I had a dream that I was going to play in the park. Out of the gate, there is a cleaner outside. They all sweep the floor with brooms. Strangely, they didn't say a word. They were still sweeping the floor after I came back from the park. When you go upstairs, you will see a cleaner every five or six steps. When I got home, I saw that the house was full of cleaners. I cried in fear, woke up and found it was already dawn. I put on my clothes, washed my face, combed my hair and went to have breakfast. My mother said that I would go to the park today. When I arrived at the park, I saw the cleaner sweeping the floor again and said nothing. I asked my mother, "Why do cleaners always say nothing?" Mother kindly replied, "In fact, they don't work for money, but to clean the house, remember?" I said, "I remember."
The person I admire most is the cleaner. What about you?
The cleaner's fourth grade composition 10 It snowed heavily, the wind was biting, and snowflakes fell, and people shrank their heads and hurried home. At this time, there were only cleaners left in the street.
Although these hard-working cleaners are doing unremarkable work, they are working silently regardless of the cold and heat. I watched them quietly from the window.
Birds fly away, small animals hide in their nests, and only lonely cleaners are still sweeping the snow. Waving brooms, they laboriously swept the snow on the road to both sides, and then shoveled it up bit by bit. Although the weather is still very cold, a drop of sweat oozes from their faces. The wind is blowing harder and harder, but they are still working overtime to make the road clear.
The long day passed and the silent night finally came. I lay in bed, curled up into a ball and got into the quilt just to feel less cold. But I heard the sound of "bursts" in my ear. I looked up at the window, and these cleaners were still working. I suddenly feel that they are really tired. They didn't stay up late during the day and stayed up late in bed. They have never complained about such hard work.
I really admire these cleaners. It is their hard work that makes the city clean and tidy.
One night, after dinner, my father and I went out for a walk and saw a cleaner in his late fifties cleaning up the fallen leaves on the roadside. I looked at the piles of fallen leaves and thought that the cleaners were helping people clean up peels, fallen leaves, scraps of paper, packaging bags and beverage bottles in obscurity. They are unknown and have no regrets.
It was autumn before I knew it, but I didn't notice it at all. Maybe it's because I'm too busy studying. I was so busy that everything around me was ignored. I don't even know what color the flowers on the roadside are ... a year is almost over. Why didn't I notice it at all? How time flies! How time flies!
Now I know that I have neglected all the changes around me. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a maple leaf fell gently and finally fell into my hands. It is so red, so bright, so dazzling. Really beautiful! When it floated down, it was so light and slow, just like jumping out of one last dance. Of course, this is also the farewell dance it tried to perform.
Looking at the fallen leaves in our hands and thinking about the silent efforts of the cleaners, I think how beautiful our life is!
One morning in winter, the wind was biting. There were few pedestrians on the road, so I put a cotton cap on my head, shrank my neck and went to school with my schoolbag on my back.
Suddenly, I saw a figure shaking in front of me. A closer look turned out to be a cleaner. I saw him sweeping the leaves on the floor with a broom. Pick up the garbage on the ground while sweeping, then pour it into the garbage bin, push it to the edge of the garbage pool, and pour it into the garbage pool. It's very cold, and a little sweat seeps from my forehead. Coupled with the polluted dust, more and more gullies and valleys appear on my forehead.
What a stinking garbage pit! I couldn't help holding my breath and speeding up my steps, but I couldn't help looking back at the cleaner. I saw him cleaning up the garbage in another place, with a clean cement road behind him. He works meticulously as if he didn't feel dirty at all. I can't help but think of a sentence: "It's better to be dirty than clean." How admirable!
I remember a passage from the writer Michelle's "Seeds": "Your heart to beautify the world is the seed to beautify life. As long as you work hard, it will be full of trees ... "Isn't this cleaner devoted to rural environmental construction with the heart of" beautifying the world "? I believe there are many such people in our life, and they all deserve our high respect!
The cleaner's fourth grade composition 13 The annual cleaning operation competition has begun. The winner of this year's Super Cleaner is the garbage robot invented by Yan Hao. "Why? Charging without electricity is very troublesome! " "That is, can only be cleaned in a small place. What's the big deal? " People are talking. Don't worry, don't worry, please listen to me slowly
The robot I invented has two antennas on its head and four hands and four feet on its body. Its antenna is an intelligent signal receiver, which can know exactly where the garbage is. Its four hands are four powerful suction cups, so it can inhale garbage of any shape and material. Moreover, its nails also have the function of crushing. Contact with particularly large garbage, you can first decompose it with your fingernails. Its four feet are equipped with wheels, and it will quickly slide to its destination after receiving instructions. Its body is a multifunctional filter, which can turn the inhaled sewage into clean water; You can turn waste paper into white paper.
Another special feature of the robot I invented is that it doesn't need to be charged. You must ask, will there be such a "strike"? To tell the truth, this super cleaner can continue to work as long as he can't eat 200 grams of garbage every day.
Love clean you, come and buy one!
The person I admire most is not a mathematician, a scientist or a star, but a cleaner!
Cleaners are defenders of the beautiful world. Whether it is foggy clouds, a basin with heavy rain, or the wind and snow flying, they all wear a big straw hat and red and yellow uniforms all year round, sweeping the dark ground in the streets and alleys in obscurity. Without cleaners, the world will be full of rubbish, a paradise of rubbish and a world of flies. We often see them in desperation.
One day, on my way to school, I saw a 60-year-old cleaner sweeping the floor. It was windy that day, and the wind blew the flowers of the leaves, and the leaves kept falling, as if against the wind! The old man is going to run around for a while, and he is very busy. Finally, the wind seemed tired and stopped, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at the old man and felt sorry for him. I walked up to the cleaner and asked him, Grandpa, why are you still working when you are so old? I was surprised by grandpa's words. He said, I am too old to do those heavy jobs. However, if the position of cleaner is not filled, the world will suffer.
This is the person I admire most!
My hometown is located in Huanren County, Liaoning Province, which is not only beautiful, but also a sanitary county.
The cleanliness of our county is the result of the efforts of countless cleaners, and there is one such cleaner in our community, an old man.
The old man has silver hair, countless wrinkles and scars on his face, a beard under his nose, an orange hat on his head, black stains under his nails, an orange coat, black trousers and a pair of tattered shoes.
He used to clean in different parts of the community. After several days of investigation, he began to clean the community around four in the morning. There is a public toilet next to the community. He cleans four times a day. Some comatose people don't defecate. He didn't complain, but silently cleaned up the dirt. Seeing this, I really admire him.
No matter how hot it is in summer, how cold it is in winter, how slippery the ground is and how thick the snow is, he tries to create a comfortable living environment for us. A cleaner has an ordinary job, but he is doing extraordinary things. He serves everyone silently, but never asks for anything in return. Isn't this selfless dedication worth learning?
Thinking of this, I feel deeply guilty for my bad habit of littering. If everyone stopped littering and protected the public environment, the cleaners wouldn't have to work so hard.
Let's protect the environment together and pay tribute to the hard-working cleaners!