Praise the cleaner's composition

In daily study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is the composition that I collected for you to praise the cleaner. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

The composition praises the cleaner 1 On the road, there is a beautiful scenery. Who are they? Yes, it's a cleaner! They make this city full of vitality, loveliness and charm.

Who is the beautician in the city? Who will cut the hair in this city? Who will decorate the city? Yes, it's a cleaner! It is they who make the city radiant and full of vitality.

Summer is coming, the dazzling sunshine is pouring down, people are enjoying the cool under the trees, children are chasing and playing, and dogs are lying on the ground and sticking out their tongues. Cleaners, what are they doing now? Ah! They are picking up the ice cream paper we threw. When the wind blows, garbage flies everywhere, the sun shines, and the sweat of hard work slowly rolls over their cheeks. ...

They, the cleaners, have created our beautiful home with hard hands, and they deserve our respect.

Composition 2 Praise the Cleaner Whenever we dream absurd dreams, some people work in obscurity on the icy roadside. When we were having lunch, they were immersed in their work. When we fall asleep at night, they work in the snow regardless of the cold ice and snow. They are street angels-cleaners.

I remember that time, my friends and I were playing in the community, and laughter and footsteps sounded together. We were thirsty and tired, so we went to the nearby supermarket to buy mineral water and had a good chat while drinking. After drinking, I threw away the mineral water bottle and didn't care at all. Just as we were about to continue playing. An aunt cleaner came in a garbage truck and sighed sadly when she saw the water bottles all over the floor. "Who threw this around?" People nowadays are really becoming more and more uncivilized. Hearing this, we blushed, bowed our heads shyly, and went to the cleaner's aunt to apologize: "I'm sorry, aunt, we threw those rubbish." We were about to accept the coming of the "storm", but menstruation smiled and said, "Never mind, pay attention next time. Protecting the environment is our responsibility. " Then he smiled at us. At this time, I looked at the aunt carefully: oval face, several wrinkles on her forehead, small eyes and a "crescent moon" in her mouth.

Aunt waved a broom once, simple and powerful. Her broom seems to be very obedient to her command, and the cleaned place is spotless. For the first time, I found that this "wow-wow-"sound can make up a beautiful tune. Looking at aunt cleaner's meticulous working attitude, I can't help thinking of myself, my usual learning attitude and all aspects. Usually in class, sometimes I can't keep up with the teacher's ideas, let alone listen attentively like aunt cleaner. From now on, I must be as dedicated as aunt cleaner!

Cleaner, although just an ordinary job. However, in order to protect everyone's environment, they work hard and have no complaints. Their spirit of silent dedication is worth learning and admiring by all of us.

I can meet the same uncle cleaner every morning when I go to school. I asked my mother, "Why does my uncle get up so early?" Mother said, "Uncle should clean the community as soon as possible. A clean environment will make us feel very comfortable all day."

I remember that it snowed a few days ago and it was very cold. I don't think my uncle will come out to sweep the floor. When I walked into the yard, I heard my uncle sweeping the floor. When everyone walks next to his uncle, he will politely stop the broom in his hand for fear of sweeping the dust off others.

My uncle is short, black and thin, wearing a black hat and some black white gloves. I am cleaning every corner carefully.

I also want my uncle to be as serious and responsible as he is not afraid of being dirty and tired.

Praise the cleaner's composition 4. The wind blew suddenly, and the smoke covered the sky. The traffic is endless, and the waste gas is like a talon that only extends to the environment. Rows of green trees can't resist the erosion of bad weather and the siege of garbage. At this time, he appeared, like a radiant sun shining through the dust all over the sky; He is like a brave and witty hunter, fighting fierce beasts; He is like a star, which brings hope to everyone. He has a different kind of beauty. He is a city beautician-cleaner.

Since having him, the rubbish everywhere has disappeared; Since he was born, the dust in the sky has disappeared; Since having him, Leping can finally avoid being covered by stinking garbage. But he works in a dirty environment, breathing the turbid air, and always meets his busy figure in spring, summer, autumn and winter. He lived a simple life and worked hard, but he still purified the city under the strange eyes of passers-by.

It's another foggy morning, and I'm wearing a mask and walking on a sparsely populated street. At this time, an old cleaner caught my attention. He wore simple overalls, his hair was sparse like a lonely weed, his weak eyes were deeply sunken, and his shriveled lips were moving, as if trying to absorb a little water from his wrinkled lips. Ruthless years, like a sharp knife, left an indelible mark on my uncle's face and carved a deep valley on his face without mercy. The biting cold wind that whizzed past beat his body again and again, but he still took pains to clean up the garbage that was danced by the strong wind over and over again. Looking back at the road I walked, it seems much cleaner than a day ago. He still didn't rest, relying on an old broom, stubbornly resisted the attack of garbage, strong wind and fog. Finally, uncle sweated like rain and was exhausted. But the street was cleaned by him without a trace of dust. At this time, God seemed to be touched by him, and the strong wind dispersed the dense fog. A ray of sunshine shone on the vast land and on the old man's sweat drops, reflecting gorgeous brilliance. The old man seemed to notice that I had been staring at him for a long time, smiled shyly and slowly pulled the dirty tricycle away. Looking at the back of the cleaners, think about those people who call themselves gentlemen making the city messy. I can't help feeling a lot.

He always lives at the bottom of society, but he is always silent. He contributed to the environment, tirelessly cleaned our city, and brought one sunny day after another to our city. Since he was born, the environment has become better. Since having him, the streets are no longer dirty; Since having him, the dust has stopped flying around. Please all kinds of people in the society, give him more care and more gratitude. It's as small as a "thank you for your hard work" and as big as a donation to help the cleaners. And everyone must remember that even with him, the environment depends on everyone!

An old and kind face is embedded with a pair of modest eyes, a clean and tidy cleaning suit shines in the sun, and those big and rough hands are working hard every day. He is grandpa on the fifth floor.

Now the old man is over 60 years old. In order to keep his rough hands idle, he took the initiative to act as a beautician-the "cleaner" of our community. However, I think grandpa is better than all cleaners. It is his four characteristics of hard work, dedication, kindness and no temper that we call "the most beautiful cleaner!"

Not losing your temper is mainly reflected in that incident, and it is also vivid. It was a cold afternoon, just after the Spring Festival, and the community was full of joy. Broken firecrackers were scattered all over the floor, and some floated around in the sky like naughty elves. Grandpa went downstairs to clean up in a good mood as usual. I was shocked to see the broken firecrackers all over the yard. If the cleaners in the past had been furious, my grandfather would have walked into the building as if nothing had happened. Like a magician, he took out a broom and a pinch, and unhurriedly swept the broken firecrackers into the pinch. He cleans meticulously. An hour later, I don't know how many pieces of garbage were taken out. The neighborhood is much cleaner, except for the one under the car. Grandpa asked upstairs whose car was passive, but no one answered. He shouted several times, but no one answered. Grandpa saw that no one answered, so he knelt down and swept up. The dust has rushed to his face, but he didn't give up, just silently sweeping. When he finished sweeping, his face was covered with black dust. Have you ever seen such a dedicated cleaner?

Grandpa not only doesn't lose his temper, but also is very dedicated. For the community environment, he gets up in the middle of the night every day to clean the community. The glass of a corridor window in Unit 4 is very dirty, which happens to be the seventh floor. Grandpa took a look, dipped a rag in water and began to wipe the window. In the face of danger, grandpa is not afraid at all. He just wiped it over and over with a rag. "Squeak ..." Like a tune, it sounds good, and soon the glass will be clean. Because the community and grandpa are clean together, grandpa has paid a lot of effort for our community. I think I should learn from my grandfather's selfless dedication and make more contributions to everyone. I believe so. Each of our communities will become better. Our home will be more beautiful.

Praising the cleaner's composition 6 may be because of a small thing that makes you admire someone, or because of a small move that makes you admire someone. Everyone worships different people, but the person I admire is a cleaner.

I remember that summer was extremely hot. As if the sun scorched everything, the water on the human body seemed to evaporate. Finally, during the summer vacation, my classmates invited me to go out to play with some classmates. I readily promised them, but when I went out, I regretted it. The sun is really selfless, bringing all its heat to everyone. I think the road is going to be evaporated by the sun. I walked silently with an umbrella. Suddenly I seem to have hit something. Is it iron or hot? I suddenly looked up and saw that it was a cleaning car. I looked forward and saw an old woman wearing a vacuum cleaner. Under his black and silver hair is a wrinkled face, and sweat keeps flowing from his forehead. I heard him sigh slightly, and then wiped the sweat on his face with his hand, but the sweat kept flowing down his face.

I felt my mouth was dry, so I took a few sips of mineral water in my hand. When I was about to leave, I looked at the half bottle of water in my hand and the little water left in the cleaning car. I decided to give my grandmother the water in my hand, but I was afraid that my grandmother wouldn't want the water I drank. I walked up to him timidly, handed him the water in my hand and said, Grandma, can I give you my water? I felt nervous, but grandma smiled gently and said no, drink it yourself. I don't dislike you, but I'm afraid you are thirsty. I finally handed the water to my grandmother under my soft and hard foam, and walked away like this.

When I think about it later, I can't help but regret it. I should have bought a bottle of water for my grandmother. This old woman reminds me of more dedicated and unknown people like her. It is hard for me to imagine that grandma is still sweeping the floor for us in the sun on such a hot day. Why? Their efforts are obvious to all, and more people like her spirit. I really admire cleaners. How can such people not be worth learning? How can it not be worthy of our admiration?

Whenever we breathe fresh air and walk on a clean road, you will think: Who cleaned the road so clean that everyone can breathe fresh air? It's them, cleaners, and cleanliness, which is a familiar and unfamiliar word for them.

Every morning at five or six o'clock, while we are still sleeping in the quilt, the cleaners have already started the praised work in the street. They are the people who clean with the stars and make the city where we live clean and tidy. They make our living environment elegant and fresh.

They are the first to greet the sunrise, because they want to send a pleasant mood to people who go to work, school and do morning exercises, and they are the last to send away the sunset, because they want to offer a fiery sincerity for the environmental protection of the city. The vast night sky records their selfless dedication, and the twinkling stars witness their life without regrets.

I praise them, people who contribute to environmental protection, great in the ordinary, sacred in the ordinary! I love them.-Cleaners!

Whenever we breathe fresh air and walk on a clean road, you will think: Who cleaned the road so clean that everyone can breathe fresh air? But they, cleaners, cleaning is a familiar and unfamiliar word to them.

Every morning at five or six o'clock, while we are still sleeping in the quilt, the cleaners have already started the praised work in the street. It is they who clean with the stars and make the city where we live clean and tidy. They make our living environment elegant and fresh.

They are the first to greet the sunrise, because they want to send a pleasant mood to people who go to work, school and do morning exercises, and they are the last to send away the sunset, because they want to offer a fiery sincerity for the environmental protection of the city. The vast night sky records their selfless dedication, and the twinkling stars witness their life without regrets.

I praise them, people who contribute to environmental protection, great in the ordinary, sacred in the ordinary! I love them.-Cleaners!

In early spring, the looming white clouds stroll in the blue sky, and the coolness of winter still stays on the dry branches. In the bright sunshine, the wind is still cool, as if Sister Chun is still sleeping late.

Walking along a small road, I suddenly found that under the bushes that have not turned green, patches of new green nameless grass are covered with lilac flowers, which are scattered and beautiful. Curiosity prompted me to squat down and appreciate it carefully. The floret is only the size of a soybean, * * * five pieces and one petal, which is lavender. On a petal, there are several slender and soft pink patterns, and the yellow flowers are embedded in the center of the flowers, which seems to have a faint fragrance. The thin, short green stems under the flowers are connected with the slender Ye Er, swaying slightly in the wind. There are more than a dozen flowers in a cluster, each of which is full of vitality and spares no effort. I approached and sniffed. It really smells of flowers! The elegant fragrance is intoxicating and the charming flowers are amazing! Next to it, there are some unknown wild flowers, including red flowers, blue little star flowers and white pentagonal flowers. They are all very small. A small shrub suddenly turned into a lovely little garden in my eyes. These blossoming flowers are the messengers of spring and the totem of life! I couldn't help but take out my camera and continue shooting, trying to record this vibrant picture.

The rustling sound pulled me out of my fantasy. When I turned around, I saw three cleaners concentrating on sorting out the garbage and sweeping the floor, sparing no effort and being unknown. They are covered with dust. Pedestrians always subconsciously avoid them without looking at them, but they don't care at all. They just work wholeheartedly (it will be more comfortable to move "spare no effort and be unknown" here). I suddenly feel that these little wild flowers. Yes! People praise the nobility of peony, the enthusiasm of rose, the purity of lotus and the strength of wintersweet, but ignore the wildflowers on the roadside; And everyone praises hardworking "gardeners", hardworking farmers and gentle nurses. Who noticed the cleaner next to him? But the wildflowers are still blooming seriously, and the cleaners work day after day.

Small wild flowers decorate the earth, making every spring more colorful; Cleaners clean every corner to make the environment more refreshing and pleasant. I praise the wildflowers and the cleaners!

The composition praising the cleaner 10 is around us, with ordinary people, but doing extraordinary things.

You know the cleaner, right? They just do extraordinary things. Who wanted to do such a thing as sweeping the road, but they did. In summer, who wants to work in the hot sun, but they do. In winter, who wants to deice and sweep snow in heavy snow, they are doing it. What about us? In summer, maybe stay in an air-conditioned room, maybe take a walk outside the door and fan the wind. In winter, maybe staying in a heated room or lying in a warm bed, no one wants to go out. Cleaners are ordinary people around us, but they are doing extraordinary things.

We should learn from their indomitable spirit and strive for the happiness of others in obscurity.

The composition praises the cleaner 1 1 Whenever I look at the road, I always see a figure waving a broom carefully, sweeping the garbage on the ground, and always making silent dedication every day to clean the street spotless. Although he is ordinary, I feel that he is so tall.

I remember that some places on the ground in the rain turned into mud nests. In order to prevent people from slipping on the muddy ground, you shoveled and swept, and finally made the ground so flat. I still remember that the clean ground was swept by the dust from a gust of wind, and you quickly swept it over and over again with a broom. No matter whether it is hot or cold, you always clean the ground without a grain of sand. You are too tired. Would you like to sit down and have a rest? Pedestrians have cast respectful glances at you.

Ah! Hard-working cleaners, you are like a scavenger fish, silently cleaning the sanitation of the city; You are like a careful painter, painting a beautiful city with your hands. You are more like a red candle, illuminating this beautiful city and burning yourself at the same time. ...

Hard-working cleaners, the world is better because of your hard work, the world is cleaner because of your sweat, and the world is cleaner because of your work. I really want to say to you loudly: "You have worked hard to keep the city clean and tidy!" "

Composition praise cleaner 12 Yongchun Niumulin is a beautiful place. Because my father's company organized a tour, I was lucky enough to follow my father there.

Niumulin is a natural mountain forest, so our browsing has always been climbing mountains. At the foot of the mountain, everyone gathered their strength and climbed to the top of the mountain along the path. "Hey, when will this staircase be completed? I'm exhausted! " Impatient, I muttered a few times in my heart. "Hey … Niumulin's trees are green and Niumulin's flowers are red …" A beautiful folk song attracted us. Look, a cleaner in his fifties, with dark skin and messy hair, is singing while sweeping with a broom in his hand. Through the introduction of the tour guide, we know that he is the most conscientious cleaner running all over the mountain. Isn't he tired? During the break, I ran over. Curious and excited, he asked, "Uncle, I heard that you went all over the mountain to pick up garbage. Aren't you tired? " He looked up and said with a smile, "What's so tiring about? I'm used to it. There are many tourists and immoral people here. I just want those lovely tourists to see our lovely mountain. Haha! " Like Hong Zhong, his voice is frank and open-minded, and a feeling of admiration arises spontaneously. "You are so humorous!" I laughed with him. By the way, teach me that song. The cleaner put down the broom and said, "I made it up myself ... OK, I'll teach you." This song is sung among rustling leaves.

I continued to climb the mountain. As I drifted across the lower layer of Butterfly Falls, I saw the cleaner again. He ventured to the lake to pick up rubbish. We were afraid to stay by the lake, but we finally hoped that he would get up. He stayed away from danger, so we were naturally happy and started climbing again. On the way, I kept humming that song, and I was extremely proud. The father asked, "What's the matter? Are you happy? I'll bring you back later. " "Great."

The five-hour mountaineering process is coming to an end. When we arrived at the target butterfly waterfall, everyone was so happy. That's the figure. He is giving an ideological education to a littering passenger. "That's very kind of people. This is one of the excellent qualities. You should study, dear daughter. " Dad smiled and said to me. Yes, how nice he is. Everyone should learn from him.

"Hey, Niumulin's trees are green, Niumulin's flowers are red, Niumulin is crowded, Niumulin is so cute!"

I got up for a run at five o'clock. As soon as I left home, I saw the cleaner in orange clothes. It turns out that they got up earlier than me.

I ran all the way, and there were cleaners everywhere, as if there were cleaners everywhere! When I ran back, the cleaner was still picking up rubbish. At this time, it was already dawn and they didn't go back. I stopped and looked at the sweat on the cleaner's face. They must be tired! I bent down, picked up two smelly garbage, covered my nose and handed the garbage to the cleaner's aunt. Aunt smiled and nodded at me and said, "Thank you, children!" " "

I don't understand, "This garbage is so dirty, how did you ..." I quickly covered my mouth. Aunt cleaner smiled and said to me, "It doesn't matter how hard, tired and dirty we are, because we are cleaners!" " "After hearing this, aunt cleaner couldn't help but give a thumbs-up.

"Shua-"Several taxis flew by, and the dirt and dust on the road "flew" to the cleaner, who shook his head and didn't care at all. But as soon as the garbage flies, the cleaner runs after it all the way.

Cleaners pick up a lot of rubbish every day and bend over thousands of times. They make Xuancheng beautiful, and their own image is also beautiful in our hearts.

There are some people in the world who are unknown, work hard and are not afraid of hard work. who the hell are all these people？ Is a hardworking and simple urban beautician-cleaner.

Whenever I go to school at a brisk pace, I always see the cleaners busy on the road. Whether it's windy or rainy, cold or hot, they always clean the streets without complaint. Once, I went to the park to play, and the sun was baking the earth, so I couldn't open my eyes. At this moment, I saw an aunt cleaner cleaning. She picked up the broom and swept it. Sweat ran down her cheeks and soaked her clothes.

Seeing this, I can't help but feel ashamed of my previous littering behavior. Now I often tell myself: I must throw the garbage into the dustbin. I can't make the cleaners work harder.

I was moved by the spirit of the cleaner. They are not afraid of hard work, all for the cleanliness and beauty of the city. Isn't this spirit worth learning and admiring?

The cleaner is really a city beautician.

In a blink of an eye, summer has arrived, and the sun is burning the earth like fire. In the face of such hot weather, who doesn't want to go home to cool off? However, in this hot summer, there are still many hardworking cleaners sticking to their posts.

"Ta-da, da-da ... ba-da, ba-da ..." The sound of the sweeper's broom and shovel broke the summer dawn. At night, they. When we are blowing air conditioning at home, eating watermelons, drinking cold drinks and enjoying the coolness, dedicated cleaners drag their tired feet and shuttle through the streets. How hard the cleaners work!

However, some people who don't care about social morality throw peels, scraps of paper and beverage bottles everywhere ... everywhere on roads and sidewalks, which seriously affects the appearance of the city and even brings traffic accidents. Once, I saw a cleaner standing in the middle of the road sweeping away glass fragments, and a motor vehicle sped past her. I was scared out in a cold sweat by what I saw.

If there were no cleaners, then we would live in a piece of garbage. Therefore, although the cleaner's work is ordinary, his sentiment is noble. We can't look down on cleaners, we should respect their work.