A composition dedicated to the story of Changshu

『一』An essay with the theme of dedication

//wenku./view/d51e9cc5bb4cf7ec4afed02b A selfless dedication person "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers." People do not give for the sake of getting; giving itself is unparalleled joy; for people, the greatest joy and happiness is to dedicate their spiritual strength to others. Dedication is such a noble human spirit and sentiment. As the saying goes, "Spring silkworms will not be exhausted until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up." In a cold world, In the freezing winter, the wind is biting, and no one dares to go out. I really blame God for letting me go to school in such a cold day. I ate breakfast in a hurry and went out with my schoolbag on my back. On the way, bursts of biting cold wind hit me, so I had no choice but to move forward. Not far away, a big bamboo stopped me. I stopped suddenly and looked ahead gloomily. Not far from Dazhu, I saw a cleaner digging out the "stinky drains" that had been blocked a few days ago without any complaints. He faced the cold and endured the disgusting stench. He held the shovel tightly with his almost frozen hands, and then pushed the shovel hard into the blocked "stinking ditch", and then shoveled it up. Pour the garbage into the bucket next to it. Suddenly, something bad happened. The "stinking ditch" was filled up. It couldn't be shoveled with a shovel or clamped with clamps. The cleaner had to wear gloves to go down. dig. She fell into the "stinking ditch", and the cold water stabbed his feet like sharp arrows. She endured the pain and still dug hard. Pedestrians saw this and enthusiastically came over and said to the cleaner: "Xiao Liu, stop digging. It's so cold. Why don't you call some people who are responsible for this work?" Just let someone dig it for you. Besides, you are not responsible for this work. Just go back and rest!" "Hey! What's going on? Why is he working so hard for this? What? ``````" Thinking about it, I couldn't help but be deeply moved by his spirit of selfless dedication, so I couldn't help walking to him and said to her softly: "Uncle, Stop digging! Just ask the cleaners who are responsible for this job to dig it! Go back and rest!" He raised his head and panted and said to me: "I will never go back to rest. We have to dig out this 'stinking ditch'." Looking at his stubborn look, I had no choice but to go to school. After a few days, water was finally available in the area where we lived, and everyone was very happy. At some point, the back of the cleaner working hard in the biting cold wind vaguely appeared in front of my eyes. His words and deeds deeply educated and influenced me - a selfless and dedicated person. What is the meaning of life? How can life be meaningful? Live for yourself or live for others? This is a question that everyone must consider. "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world." The song "Devotion of Love" has been sung for a long time because it sings the common aspirations of everyone. Dedication and requesting are a pair of contradictions. Those who are bent on asking will never be satisfied with their greed. Furthermore, without the dedication of others, what can you ask for?

Dedication is giving without any consideration of reward, it is "giving out a certain amount of heat and a certain amount of light", and "I am for everyone". What devotees give is youth, sweat, enthusiasm, selfless love, and even priceless lives. Because there are people who contribute, the material and spiritual wealth of society will continue to increase, and mankind will continue to advance. What devotees gain is a kind of happiness, a noble emotion, the respect and love of others, and the extension of their own lives. Worry when the world is worried first, and rejoice when the world is happy later. (Fan Zhongyan) Come with a heart in your hands and leave without any grass. (Tao Xingzhi)

On the road of life, drop your blood drop by drop to feed others. Although I feel gradually getting thinner, I still feel happy. (Lu Xun)

The value of life is determined by the size of people's contribution to society. (Xiang Jingyu)

The value of a person should be determined by what he contributes, not what he obtains.

(Einstein)

Even if we are a candle, we should "the tears will not dry until the candle turns to ashes"; even if we are just a match, we should have a sparkle at the critical moment; even if we are After death, the bones will rot and turn into phosphorus fire to burn in the wilderness. (Ai Qing) China should make greater contributions to mankind. () You have to remember to always happily give more to others and take less from others. (Gorky)

I hope that you, the younger generation, can use the knife to illuminate people like a candle, with a certain amount of heat and a certain amount of light, and contribute your strength to the great cause of mankind loyally and down-to-earth. (Faraday)

Those who fight for the cause of people's liberation, or endure poverty to defend a great truth, are heroes. (Homer

"II" Composition of Dedication

Dedication of Fallen Leaves

Every story is a mirror through which we can reflect on ourselves, Self-motivation. This story gives you a sense of enlightenment and a sense of coolness; it talks about emotions and mentality, explains the road to success, inspires the mind, and enlightens you on how to live in the world. Under its guidance, you can release your inexplicable melancholy and enjoy yourself. The purity and leisure that belongs to me.

My grandma’s home is in a remote rural area. It is my paradise and the place I am most fascinated by.

The small courtyard of my grandma’s house is my favorite place. Surrounded by green ivy and ivy, it exudes fragrance from time to time, and bees occasionally visit here. I spent a period of my childhood in this paradise surrounded by green, and I affectionately call it "green paradise."

It was an autumn noon.

After having lunch at my grandma’s house, I had nothing to do, so I stood silently in front of the window, feeling the passage of time. Just like that, the day passed in the blink of an eye, but it left beautiful memories in my heart, making me feel more precious every day. , the autumn wind caressed the forest in front of the window, and the yellow leaves swayed in the sky.

It seemed that there was a magical force driving me, and I walked into this forest with the rippling autumn wind.

The yellow leaves swayed wildly in the wind, and then fell to the ground with a sigh. Oh, Huang Ye, can't you control your own destiny? You can only obey the command of this quiet autumn day. The fallen leaves, like the falling winter rain, seemed to be flying but falling.

A gust of autumn wind opened my heart, and I finally released my inner feelings behind me. -A gray-haired old man staggered towards me after hearing my sigh.

"Child, do you think these dead branches are still useful?" the old man asked, "Of course it is useless. "I said, "If it's all gone, what's the use?" The old man smiled and said, "Not necessarily." I looked confused: "Why?" The old man said, "Child, have you ever heard of this? In a sentence: Fallen leaves are not heartless things. They turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. The fallen leaves have not forgotten the nurturing of the tree roots. They bid farewell to the tree roots with infinite nostalgia. They would rather turn into spring mud to protect the tree roots in return for the tree's nurturing grace. . Isn’t this great sentiment of ‘sacrifice the small self to achieve the greater self’ awe-inspiring?”

When I returned home, the old man’s words still echoed in my ears. Infinite.

The sunset dyed the window lattice red, and the sunlight shuttled among the leaves, looking for the happy shadow.

"Three" A dedication. A three-hundred-word essay on the author’s story.

A selfless and dedicated person

Some people praise the tall and strong green pine trees; some people praise the red plum trees for their bravery in the cold. ; Some people praise the noble character of the green bamboo; some people praise the tenacity of the grass... Who makes them praised? It is the soil that is simple, selfless and no one cares about. In fact, the person who deserves the most praise is Mud, who pays for others in obscurity.

There are also many people around us who are as selfless and dedicated as clay.

There is such a cleaner, I still don’t know his name, but I still clearly remember his selfless quality.

It was a winter vacation, it was very cold, and it was the New Year. I braved the cold wind to go to my grandma’s house to pay New Year greetings. As soon as I went out, a biting cold wind hit me. Fortunately, I wore a thick cotton jacket, otherwise I would have been frozen into big ice cubes. The sound of firecrackers was everywhere along the way, and pedestrians were attracted by the excitement. They never noticed that in the corner of the street, next to the smelly ditch, squatting there was a man cleaning the ditch without complaint. People clogged with garbage. Because the gutters are clogged and unable to drain water, the drainage pipes in the building I live in keep overflowing, causing a stinky smell in the house. I walked forward curiously. Suddenly, a pungent and unpleasant smell hit my face, and I quickly took a few steps back. Later, when I saw this aunt again, she was always by the ditch. Didn’t she even frown at all? After thinking about it, I walked over involuntarily. I saw the cleaner aunt wearing only a thin sweater, a scarf, and workers' gloves. She was a woman in her fourteens, shoveling garbage with a shovel. He scooped up the garbage with a shovel and dumped it into an iron bucket next to him. Because the ditch was so clogged, the garbage inside couldn't be used with a shovel, so I had to take off my gloves to dig. The aunt endured the stench and worked hard. In this cold weather, big beads of sweat flowed down her face. Even though her hand was broken, she didn't have time to look at it. She still maintained the same posture and kept digging the ditch. After unremitting efforts, the ditch was finally opened. Auntie's clothes, pants, gloves and scarf were all dirty. She put on her gloves carefully while smiling happily. The next day, I returned home and found that the air in my house was much fresher. The neighbors were also very happy. However, who would know that there is an anonymous person who digs water for the neighbors in the winter? Where is the ditch? At this time, I thought of that aunt again, how selfless her beautiful and bright smile was!

In fact, in society, there are still many people who are like dirt. They have been giving themselves in obscurity without expecting anything in return. I think, aren’t these people who have made contributions to mankind equally great? Aren’t they just as worthy of praise as flowers, plants and trees? She is an anonymous devotee. I want to praise you, praise the soil, and praise her as a person who gives silently. I want to remember you forever!

『四』Please write an essay about Changshu (more beautiful)

Seven streams all lead to the sea, and half of the ten miles of green mountains enter the city. The ancient city of Changshu is home to outstanding people and the Jiangnan water town is beautiful and rich. "This is the antique Changshu.

It is beautiful in Shajiabang. The reeds in Shajiabang are very friendly to us. In autumn, when we drove the boat to the reed swamp, the golden reeds followed us. The wind sways like groups of children waving to me. Shajiabang is not only a beautiful place, but also a revolutionary base. I remember when your army invaded China, it was not the heroic anti-Japanese soldiers who fought so hard that we had such a wonderful life today.

It is beautiful in Yushan Park. Walking on the green velvet grass, you will feel extremely comfortable. Keep walking and you will hear many sounds. The leaves on the trees make a "rustling" sound, as if they are specially here to greet you. The "ding-dong" sound of the fish jumping out of the water and falling into the water seems to be playing a beautiful piece of music for you. That feeling is unforgettable.

The beauty of Yushan is like a green cow lying on the land of my hometown, Changshu. There are many trees on Yushan, because they are birds. You can hear the chirping of birds everywhere. You won’t feel hot even in the summer when you walk leisurely on the mountain road, because the trees on the roadside are enough to block the hot sunshine.

It is beautiful in Yanyuan. There are countless small bridges in Yanyuan, including nine-curved bridges and bow-shaped bridges.

, the beauty is in Zeng Zhao Garden. The lotus flowers in Zeng Zhao Garden are dazzling, and there are countless pink lotus flowers blooming next to the lotus leaves.

Some of these lotus flowers only have two or three petals unfolded, and some have all petals unfolded, revealing small tender yellow lotus pods; some are still flower buds, which look so full that they are about to burst. There are so many pink lotus flowers, One gesture after another. Look at this one, it’s beautiful; look at that one, it’s also beautiful. If the lotus pond in front of you is regarded as a large living painting, then the painter's ability is really amazing.

Its beauty lies in its specialty products. Changshu’s delicacies include plump duck blood glutinous rice and fragrant beggar’s chicken. The tea in Changshu is also very good, with a refreshing fragrance. If you take a sip, it will definitely make you feel relaxed and happy.

Its beauty lies in its local customs and customs. Because that is the air that the southern master Yan Yan breathed; that is the land that the great master Huang Gongwang walked on; that is where the famous book collector Qian Xueqian was born; that is also the starting point of Weng Tonghe, the emperor of the two dynasties. It consists of the melodious sound of the seven-stringed guqin; the melodious tunes of Bai Mao folk songs; the exquisite workmanship of Changshu lace; and the lifelike mahogany carvings.

It is my beautiful hometown - Changshu.

"Wu" The composition about dedication and love should have two stories and one story.

As the saying goes, "When people unite, Taishan can move." In many cases, the power of one person is often insignificant, but when everyone works together, the power generated will be shocking. . After the May 12 Wenchuan earthquake, many people donated generously and extended a helping hand to the disaster area. Some of them donated money and some donated materials, like a trickle of water that merged into a torrential river of love. This is how to face disasters. It embodies the love of the Chinese nation that "when one party is in trouble, all parties support it". Of course, I am also one of the little waves. I also dedicated my little love and donated all my 10 yuan pocket money that month. Perhaps the few yuan I donated is insignificant compared to the one or two hundred, ten thousand, twenty thousand or even tens of millions donated by others, but I also gave love and cared about my brothers and sisters in the disaster area, so despite my ability No matter big or small, as long as the heart is sincere, it is equally worthy of praise.

As we all know, there are still many children in our country who cannot go to school or receive better education because of poverty. Now many kind people are donating money to build schools in impoverished mountainous areas. Although one Human power is limited, but if everyone donates a little, a lot of money can be raised. We children can donate the money given by our parents, or we can dedicate our love through our own efforts. I remember one time, our classmates, led by their head teacher, went to Shanxi Road Square to sell newspapers. For half a day, the students did not stop for a moment. In the end, we used all the money we earned to buy a lot of stationery and sent it to Senjimeduo Charity Primary School in Tibet. I think every piece of stationery contains our love.

Love is the unique language of mankind. As we grow, we receive love from family, love from teachers and love from society. We grow up in the sunshine of love. To have love is to know how to cherish and be grateful. To dedicate love is to use your ability to repay society, repay family affection, and help those who need help more. Giving love is when my mother is sitting on the sofa after a tiring day. I gently give her a pat on her back. Giving love is the umbrella I hold for the children when they come home from school after it rains. Giving love is my love for the door. A sincere blessing and love from grandparents is also how I care for every plant and tree in the park. So it is not difficult to give love. You can give love anytime and anywhere, and you can give love little by little. One person's love brings warmth to others, and everyone's love brings us a beautiful world.

Dedication of love starts with me, let us dress up the world together and make it more beautiful and wonderful!

"Lu" essay on dedication

Dedication

"The white clouds are dedicated to the pastures, the rivers are dedicated to the oceans, what can I offer to you, my friend?" , The white dove is dedicated to the blue sky, the starlight is dedicated to the long night, what can I dedicate to you..." Listening to the beautiful song, I can't help but think of those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the motherland, those who dedicate everything to others...

It was a remote mountainous area, with a river lying between the village and the primary school. Whenever it rains and the river rises, the children cannot cross the river by themselves. A male teacher takes the initiative to take the children across the river. He carried each child across the river with difficulty, building a solid human bridge with his own back. The male teacher was commended, promoted and transferred. He was succeeded by a weak girl. The children could not cross the river on rainy days. Parents had to go to school to carry their children across the river. The female teacher therefore decided to build a permanent bridge for the children. She traveled between various departments of the ***, wasted no time, and even spent her own money to give gifts and treat guests. Thanks to her long-term and unremitting efforts, an iron bridge connected the two sides of the river, and the children no longer had to worry about crossing the river. The female teacher did not get promoted because of this, and she worked silently in that elementary school all her life. This is a true story.

In my life, there are also many ordinary people who are giving silently, but they do not ask for anything in return, so no one seriously appreciates their dedication, and no one realizes the love contained in it. , which dooms the devotee to an ordinary life. I think many people will feel unfair to the female teacher: She has given so much, why is there no reward? In fact, it doesn’t have to be like this, not only because there are many people who give selflessly, but more importantly, I believe that the female teacher has no complaints. On the contrary, I feel that she lives a fulfilling and happy life. When she decides to build a school for the children, When she was walking across a bridge, she only thought that it was her responsibility and that she could do something for the children. She realized her wish.

Because of her dedication, she gained happiness. Seeing the children's brisk figures crossing the bridge and the parents' reassuring smiles, she felt the truest happiness and satisfaction. As for that, some people still feel unfair that she has worked in a mountain village all her life. I want to say, don’t judge her life by our selfish way of thinking. When she aspired to become a mountain village teacher, when she took root in that barren land, when she chose selfless dedication and dedicated work, when she decided to use When she opened her own life and opened her young eyes, she had already clarified the meaning of happiness and found the goal of life. It was her ideal and wish to spend her whole life in exchange for a bright future for the children in the mountain village!

The greatest happiness is to dedicate your spiritual power to others. Maybe we should all be like the famous French writer Montaigne who said: "The purpose of life is not in its length, but in how we use it. Many people live not many days, but they live a long time."

"7" Composition of "Celebrities" in Changshu

Following the footsteps of common celebrities

Inscription:

"Dad, what is the last sentence of 'Lake and Mountain in the World'" "Huh?"

"You're confused, you don't know this? "There are lakes and mountains in the world, and the world is Changshu." It's so bad that you, a Changshu native, don't know this!"

"Don't just laugh at me. Do you know who said this?"

"This doesn't bother me. Mr. Weng Tonghe, the emperor of the late Qing Dynasty, returned to his hometown. I wrote these eight characters and they have been passed down ever since. Today is Sunday, why don’t we go to Weng Tonghe’s former residence and experience it.”

“Okay, okay! ”

Under the scorching sun, looking for the occasional barking of dogs in the quiet alley, I walked through the winding Zhuangyuanfang and gently opened the door of this ancient house. What was displayed in front of us was the Wengzhai. Suddenly, the quiet fragrance of books wafted from the door of the house, which made me feel solemn and excited.

Weng’s former residence is a relatively well-preserved bureaucratic residence with typical Jiangnan architectural style. It is located at No. 2 Wengjia Lane Gate in the urban area. When Weng Tonghe was three years old, his father Weng Cunxin bought the house, expanded it and repaired it, and turned it into a typical official residence with Jiangnan characteristics. Weng Tonghe spent his childhood here. Later, he went to Beijing with his father, passed the imperial examination, became an official in the court, and became the emperor's teacher for two generations.

My father was explaining it to me, and I learned that the house is a typical Ming and Qing architectural style. The two of us walked slowly into the foyer. The central axis is the sedan hall, Caiyi hall, back hall and Shuangguixuan. In the east are Zhaoqiang, Yulanxuan, Zhizhizhai and Xiaoyuan. On the west side are Siyong Hall, Jinyang Bookstore, Pagoda and Ming Hall. Caiyi Hall is the main building of the former residence, located in the third entrance. In the fifteenth year of Daoguang's reign in the Qing Dynasty, his father Weng Xinchun returned to his hometown to celebrate his mother's seventy-fifth birthday, which coincided with the 60th birthday of Emperor Jiaqing's empress Niuhulu. The Weng family asked Chen Jian, the governor of Jiangsu at the time, to write a plaque for "Caiyi Hall". The Yitang takes the meaning of "Lao Caizi's colorful clothes to entertain relatives" in the "Twenty-Four Filial Piety", and is a grand event of national benevolence and family celebration.

The corridors, carved beams and painted buildings, and the courtyards and wells are well-proportioned. There are places where you can sit upright to teach, there are halls and living rooms that reflect the glory and official power, and there are also small pavilions in other courtyards for resting and recuperating. Standing in the courtyard, imagining the days under this square sky, it is pleasant and relaxing. The master's wisdom and temperament are reflected on the Zhumendai tiles and the elegant window lattice. We came to the study again. The fragrance of pen and ink lingered in the study, and we could faintly see the handsome young man and the old man with a long beard reciting poems in opposition. I was deeply immersed in it, fantasizing about absorbing a little wisdom. The small courtyard was very quiet, with not many tourists. The wooden doors creaked open in my hands, unable to dissipate my deep respect for this imperial master.

After visiting the first floor, we climbed up the stairs to the calligraphy showroom on the second floor. He Wengtong's powerful calligraphy is now displayed in this cabinet, and his life stories are also listed in various exhibition halls. People who know him well no longer look up to his deeds, but they often want to come here for a stroll, walking in the courtyard, as if they are chatting with Mr. Weng, and they have been friends for a long time.

Before we knew it, we had finished visiting Weng Tonghe’s former residence. Although it only lasted two hours, I felt as if I had returned to the Qing Dynasty. In a trance, I saw Mr. Weng explaining to the little emperor passionately. The essence of the article, I can’t help but sigh that my trip today is really worthwhile!

"8" Composition on the topic of dedication

Childlike Dreams

Dedication is a rainbow made of love, colorful, fresh and elegant, bringing people warmth with happiness. Sincere dreams also sprout and grow under the care of dedication.

The flawless ice-like childlike innocence is completely filled with dedication. They have no selfishness. When facing a person in need, they will extend a helping hand of friendship without hesitation. On the contrary, a heart that has experienced The hearts of adults weathered by wind, frost, snow and rain sometimes fail to reach the purity of a child's heart.

The focus of devotion mentioned in the materials is the issue of thoroughness and incompleteness. The cow is a thorough and sincere dedication, which goes far beyond what it asks for from humans; while the pig just makes a little contribution after asking for it, no wonder people don't like it.

From this point of view, the dream of childlike innocence is the most sincere and beautiful; the dedication of childlike innocence is the most thorough and complete.

In a complicated and chaotic society, many people feel that the relationships between people tend to be weak, and the distance between relatives and friends continues to grow distant. The "dedication" of the 1950s and 1960s has almost disappeared. The so-called "tribute", "life value" and the like are just slogans.

However, the flame of dedication has not been extinguished. In every corner of society, children's hearts are still there. Calling. They raise their waving hands to wipe away the dust in people's hearts, dreaming of giving back.

Devotion requires sacrifice, and selfish people will never understand dedication. The erosion of moths is still the gift of "people are born with good nature". Therefore, I call on the childlike innocence to make the world full of love, let the dedicated people be respected, and let the spirit of dedication last forever.

The cow has given so much to people, but it remains unknown and does not ask people to give it anything in return. The pig did not make any great contributions during his lifetime, and the earth complained that people did not like it. In a sense, this is a concrete manifestation of the world outlook, outlook on life, and values, and a reflection of people's different social attributes.

Of course, childlike innocence requires both giving and giving. Although they don't understand what true dedication is, they can actually do it better than adults. The childlike innocence does not know how to defeat the "wasteland of love" and how to frighten the god of death. The confused eyes can't see clearly the hazy eyes. Subconsciously, they will do it according to their temper. It turns out that they are making the most complete dedication.

Society needs to be enriched by dedication. This is a perfect big family. Otherwise, no matter how developed material civilization is, it will be of no use and will never be able to make up for the shortcomings of spiritual civilization.

Eternal childlike dream, eternal dedication.

Also talk about dedication

The pig complained to the cow that it was not welcomed by people: "People often mention your kindness and your kind eyes. Indeed, you give people milk and butter , and I give more to humans. I offer bacon and ham to humans, but people still don’t like me. Why?”

Niu thought for a while and said: “Maybe it’s because I gave it during my lifetime. "

"In life?" Pig opened his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Niu: "Haha, it means that my dedication is more thorough! Calves are not afraid of tigers. Think about it, we start plowing fields and pulling carts when we grow up. From then on, we will work hard for a lifetime, but we will eventually be slaughtered by people. It can be said that we spend our lives in dedication. Eat green grass. What about you? You are lazy all day long..."

"That's enough!" Pig interrupted the cow and said angrily: "So that's what you meant, and you weren't just boasting in a roundabout way. , no wonder people always like to say "you don't pay taxes when you brag"! Yes, you can indeed be regarded as a lifetime contribution, so why not us? We are just raising ourselves to be fat and strong. It's just a matter of devoting it all to people so that they can get a big harvest; at best, it's just an "installment payment" in different forms. Besides, why do you have the nerve to say that you only eat green grass? It is left for you to eat, which is the ultimate enjoyment among herbivores; and people feed us scraps, rotten tomatoes, rotten watermelon... Speaking of which, this is not a dish, it is clearly us. We clean up garbage for humans, but we all still look chubby. Can you replace us? "

"This, this..." Niu muttered for a long time, and finally said, "We are cows. His spirit is also admired by people! Haven't you heard that "the times also need oxen to pull carts"? Come on, people are busy all day long and there is not enough time. Your energy has long been eliminated."

"You can't say that we have no contribution at all!" His tone softened significantly.

"Of course! Your contribution is also great. I am just complaining about my brothers. Obviously my brothers also have great contributions, why can't they be treated equally? The ancients often said "There are always horses with a thousand miles, but not Bole." It seems that even if you talk about dedication, you need to ask Bole to do justice!"

Niu nodded in understanding.

"Nine" Write an essay about the people around you or your own dedication story

A person who devotes silently

Around us, there are many people who love life. People, the teachers who work hard to educate us, the doctors and nurses who treat illnesses and save lives, the police uncles who are loyal to their duties... They use their labor to create a beautiful life and make their lives full of brilliance. Today, I want to introduce you to such a person.

He is an ordinary person, he is engaged in an ordinary job, he leaves early and returns late every day in the streets and alleys to create a clean environment for people.

Now, you should know that I am celebrating the cleaners - the beauticians of the city.

In the past, I always felt that the work of cleaners was too humble, and they dealt with garbage every day, making them dirty. I looked down on these people from the bottom of my heart. Every time when I go to and from school and pass by a garbage dump, I see the cleaners who are always immersed in sweeping and picking up. I always cover my nose and walk past them quickly, and sometimes I say one or two words, "It stinks." !” complained. Every time, he seemed to turn a deaf ear to my complaints and my disgust. Sometimes he seemed to smile at me, as if to say: "Go to school quickly, don't get dirty..."

Until That time, my mother and I walked past the cleaners again. When I started sarcastic again, my mother’s usually gentle face became serious after hearing this, and she taught me sincerely: “There is no distinction between high and low in work. Without the silent dedication of these people, where would our beautiful and comfortable living environment be? Why would we look down on them?" My mother's words made me blush. Yes, I have always been wrong. I only saw the brilliance on the surface and ignored the beauty of the soul that deserves the most praise!

Since then, I have changed my view on cleaners. Every time I pass by, I will help pick up scraps of paper under my feet and put them in the garbage. I understand that I need to be a silently dedicated person and use my hard-working hands to create a beautiful life!