Beautiful paragraphs with feelings about 150 words, feelings about three crossings.

It is cloudy outside the window. I sat at my desk and browsed a pile of old newspapers when I was bored. My eyes were swept away by eye-catching headlines and I was not in the mood to read them carefully. Suddenly, a photo attracted me, not a colorful photographic work, but an ordinary scene on the road-a cleaner in orange overalls was carrying a child through the water that barely passed his calf, and his expression was anxious. The child was lying on his back with a pair of big rain boots immersed in the water. I seem to see her struggling in the heavy rain and worried. I looked at the subtitle under the photo, "The cleaning staff at Yugu intersection of Tianmushan Road carried more than 10 students for half an hour". I realized that it was not her own child, but that she helped them wade through the stagnant water like her own. This photo touched me deeply. Although it was cloudy outside the window, my heart was lit up by a ray of sunshine.

Some people say: cleaners are not known to street angels. They will appear on the boulevard on time every morning, rain or shine. Holding a broom that has been used for many years, wearing a suit of orange clothes, contributing to the cleanliness of the city. I can always see them on the side of the road, regardless of the severe winter and heat, rain or shine, bending down to sweep away the dirt in the city.

I remember once, I went to a shopping mall. When I arrived at the door, I saw a cleaner with a garbage shovel in one hand and a broom in the other. She kept sweeping, and there was a rustle on the ground. The little garbage truck was almost full. At this time, a man and a woman came out of the mall. The young man took a cup of milk tea with a splash. The young man threw the cup of milk tea on the ground and spilled it all over the floor. The young woman said, "Be careful, littering will be fined." The young man said disdainfully, "So what, the cleaner won't come to sweep?" Or do you want them? "He left the crowd. Aunt cleaner smiled helplessly, picked up the cup, threw it into the garbage truck, and scanned it carefully. It turns out that cleaners have long been accustomed to contempt and disrespect for others. They just clean in obscurity, and the moment they bend over is the most beautiful radian.

Now, I no longer pay attention to the roadside cleaners. When they look up, I will give them a smile. Because they are ordinary, they are silently writing the most beautiful chapter of this city. I looked back at the clean road, shining in the bright sunshine.

When the photographer presses the shutter, his heart will be equally moved. The cleaning staff carrying students across the water is the most beautiful scenery in the rain.