Excellent composition of cleaning agent

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One morning, Chaoyang just smiled, so I went to the river for morning exercise with my mother. Look! On the mirror-level river, it sparkles, as if it were covered with a tulle dress inlaid with gold beads. Some people are doing morning exercises by the river, some are taking pictures, and some are enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Yangtze River.

My mother and I were running, running, running. Suddenly, I saw a young man dressed in black, with a heavy garbage bag in his hand, throwing it into the Yangtze River without scruple and swaggering away. At this moment, a man wearing a red armband appeared in front of me. He is a cleaner with a bronze face and heavy eyebrows. He hurried forward, stopped the young man and said politely, "Are you doing the right thing?" The young man didn't answer, looking like he didn't care. Uncle cleaner said seriously, "Do you know? The Yangtze River is our mother river, and we can't live without it, just as babies can't live without their mothers. " The young man was about to argue when the cleaner saw that the bag of garbage was about to spread out and drift to the Yangtze River. Uncle cleaner ignored the argument with the young man, walked down the steps in three steps and picked up the black garbage bag.

I saw my uncle stretched out his huge hands and tried to scoop up the bag of garbage, but he couldn't reach it. What should I do? Uncle cleaner suddenly descended a step, and people were amazed. The river didn't cross his leg. How dangerous! Everyone has commented. But uncle cleaner doesn't care at all. He stretched out his big hand to get the bag of garbage. Although he was soaked to the skin, he completely ignored it and had a great effort to get the garbage out. Looking at the garbage bag, it sighed. The onlookers were moved by the uncle cleaner and said, "He is a conscientious worker." Seeing this, the young man blushed like a red apple and left in frustration.

The bright sunshine lit up the whole earth, and I thought as I walked: We need many people like that cleaner to beautify the environment. Let's take care of nature and the environment, because we only have one earth. Let's start from the side, from childhood!

Excellent composition of cleaners 2 Hangzhou at 4 am.

It's not light yet.

There are few pedestrians on the road, and Aunt Zhang, a sanitation worker, has come to the road early and started a day's work.

Along the road, Aunt Zhang swept quickly with a broom, never letting go of any garbage.

It's getting light, the temperature is rising, and the sweat has soaked Aunt Zhang's hair. She sat down on the side of the road, took out a towel to dry the sweat on her forehead and neck, used her hand as a comb, combed the hair on her forehead one by one, and wiped it hard on the back of her head. She breathed a sigh of relief, took out the water glass from her bag and drank it at one breath.

Looking at the empty glass, Aunt Zhang got up and went to a convenience store. She chose it again and again on the shelf, and finally chose a bottle of Nongfu Spring and went to the cashier: "How much is this?"

"Two pieces." The cashier replied.

Aunt Zhang pursed her lips, looked at her shriveled pocket, shook it slightly and walked out of the convenience store. She went straight into a public toilet, poured a bottle of muddy tap water by the pool and took a few sips.

It's past three. It's noon. Aunt Zhang bought a steamed bread and came to a quiet intersection and sat down. She is about to eat it. When she turned around, she saw a tramp in rags sitting in the corner, sleeping against the wall. Without hesitation, she broke the steamed bread in her hand into two pieces, walked up to the tramp, gently shook him up and stuffed half of the steamed bread into his hand. Aunt Zhang hurried through lunch and continued to clean up the garbage.

In the afternoon, the road was clean, and Aunt Zhang's busy day was finally over. She took off her work clothes, put on a clean coat and got on a bus. There are many empty seats in the car, so passengers can sit comfortably, either enjoying the scenery outside the car or brushing their mobile phones. Aunt Zhang didn't sit down. She stood quietly by the armrest. The bus driver reminded her to sit down. She smiled and said, "My pants are too dirty. I won't sit down."

Aunt Zhang came home, it was dusk, and it was already 4 o'clock in the morning when she waited for her.

It was a winter, and I was at my grandmother's house for the New Year. It's cold outside, as if everything is going to freeze. There are few people in the street. Everyone is in the house, enjoying the warmth and happiness of home. Few people noticed that the cleaners were working outside in the cold wind.

While watching the Spring Festival Gala, my family ate melon seeds and candy in the house. I took a bag of snacks to relieve myself. In a short time, after we finished eating, a bag was filled with garbage. My mother asked me to take out the garbage. Reluctantly, I picked up the garbage bag and walked slowly downstairs. Alas, who wants to give up warmth and blow cold air? I quickly put the garbage bag at the gate when people were not looking, and then hurried upstairs. After entering the room, I looked downstairs on the windowsill and saw a cleaner coming here in the snow. Wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and a cotton cap, he rubbed his hands as he walked, pulling his collar from time to time, trying to warm his cold face. Beside a telephone pole, he found a garbage bag. He seems to sigh and shake his head, but he still rushes to the telephone pole, picks up the garbage bag and walks to the trash can across the street. Obviously, he was going home to spend the New Year with his family just now, but he saw the bag of garbage and cleaned it despite the cold. At this moment, I suddenly felt burning on my face, full of anxiety and admiration, so I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs, ran to the bag of garbage I had just discarded and threw it into the trash can.

When I got home, my mood suddenly became relaxed. I went to the window again and saw snowflakes flying in the sky. The cleaner is cleaning with a broom. Snowflakes fell on his face and floated on his head, but he didn't care. Suddenly I feel that the ice and snow outside is no longer so cold.

He is so ordinary, ordinary as a grain of dust, and he is so noble, and his heart is like this flawless white snow, crystal clear and pure. ...

Fresh air is coming towards us step by step. My hometown is a beautiful and clean place, but no matter how clean the place is, there are people who destroy the environment. Today, my mother and I met such a person.

Today, my mother and I walked by the river. Suddenly, a young uncle came out from me. He was carrying a big black bag in his hand, and the black bag slowly gave off an unpleasant smell. We were smoked aside by the sudden unpleasant smell. Next, what the young man did surprised us. The young man threw the black bag into the crystal clear river and walked forward.

While we were struggling, a cleaner came out from behind. He is a young man with a red armband on his shoulder. He has a pair of thick eyebrows embedded in his bronzed face and a kind expression. He stepped forward quickly and stopped the young man. He said politely, "Do you know? It is wrong of you to do so. " The young man didn't make any noise, but he put on an unconvinced look. The cleaner said seriously, "Do you know? If everyone throws rubbish into the river, the river will be polluted. " The young man was about to argue. When the cleaner saw that the garbage was drifting away, he ignored the reason with the young man and made two steps to find something to salvage the garbage. During fishing, water splashed on the cleaner.

The garbage bags let us cover our noses with unpleasant smells. But uncle did not hesitate to reach out his hands and completely ignored the garbage. Look, he is soaked to the skin. What it's like in such cold weather!

His forehead was dripping with bean-sized sweat, his hands were dirty, his trousers were covered with mud, and his whole body smelled foul. Seeing him picking up garbage, everyone was not disgusted, but praised. The young man also bowed his head and blushed.

Fresh air still rushes to each of us. There must be beautiful people in beautiful places, and they are still beautiful naturally!

Excellent composition of cleaner 5 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 have a memory album with stories and characters I have experienced, but it is the cleaner who shines in this album!

In my memory, aunt cleaner always wears that yellow jacket, with a tall figure and a mask covering her mouth tightly, leaving only a pair of discerning eyes that can see through everything in the world.

I still remember it was a hot afternoon. I went to my godmother's house to play. My godmother lives near the hospital, and there is a lot of dirty garbage in Pingtang River. Not only halfway, but also a pile of rubbish caught my eye. Because of the hot weather, the garbage dump constantly stinks, and dirty and smelly sewage flows out from time to time, attracting many mosquitoes to visit the garbage dump.

Passers-by covered their noses with their hands and jumped over the sewage carefully for fear that it would stick to their pants. Just as I was jumping over the sewage to move on, I stopped to look at her. I saw my aunt's face was serious, and her eyebrows were tightly locked into a "hmm". Then she took out her broom and began to sweep carefully. After a while, the garbage "president" was eliminated, but the garbage "strategist"-sewage is still there. Aunt put away the broom, took out a few bottles of mineral water and washed the "military adviser" into the sewer. The "military adviser" was also eliminated, but the "small soldier" didn't want to walk around. I thought to myself: Anyway, all the characters died gloriously, so my aunt will definitely leave it alone! But there is a certain gap between fact and imagination. Aunt took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it several times in a row until the smell became fragrant. Garbage "legion" was eliminated, tic-tac-toe on menstruation's forehead disappeared, and the seriousness on his face was replaced by a smile. Aunt blew a brisk whistle and pulled a heavy garbage truck to patrol the next patrol point.

Looking at the figure of the cleaner far away, I felt a surge of respect in my heart. ...

At four or five o'clock in the morning or twelve o'clock at night, they are always indispensable in the streets-cleaners. I have seen many cleaners before. At that time, I thought they were hard at most until that day. ...

"Want to go! Hey! " At six o'clock in the morning, the sound of rain made people unable to sleep. "What kind of weather is this!" Muttered in my heart: "Hey, what a terrible weather!"

I can't sleep anyway, and it's good to see the scenery. Staring out of the window, under the madness of raindrops, flowers and plants have lost their former vitality. My eyes swept, and suddenly, I stopped at a corner, where a cleaner stood. She was soaked to the skin and stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain. After a while, the rain subsided a little, and she returned to the rain, which puzzled me. They swept the rain on the ground into the well with brooms, and the soil floating from other places also swept into the well. The rain fell on her drop by drop, but they didn't return to the eaves. The sewage on the ground gradually disappeared and they were soaked to the skin. The broom whizzed and the rain burst, as if a symphony was really touching. I stared at them and felt extremely shocked.

It's raining hard, and there is no one in the street, only they stick to their posts. There is no umbrella, not even a raincoat, but it has no intention of shrinking. For the appearance of the city, they sacrificed themselves and achieved greatness! How many people have such selfless dedication in their spiritual life? In spite of the rain, they are fearless. Maybe no one witnessed their hard work. But they have been quietly paying.

They are extremely ordinary or a little despised, but their hard work and selfless dedication are really admirable. They have paid more for urban sanitation. The hot sun scorched the earth like a madman. Who maintains the appearance of the city; The cold wind is biting, and who gets up early and greedy for the dark, regardless of themselves, cleaning the city.

From now on, I will never laugh at them again, because they are nobler and greater than any of us.

In my eyes, the cleaner is a very easy post and a very humble role. Until today, I found it difficult to clean. Their hard work has brought us a beautiful environment.

Today is September 29th. Strong typhoon "Du Fu" raided our city, and all schools in our city were on holiday. This shows how powerful this typhoon is!

I woke up in the morning and saw the downpour outside, which made me tremble involuntarily. I stood on the balcony for a while, and after watching the representative works of Lei Gong Dian Mu and Typhoon, two aunts (uncles) of cleaners came into my eyes, riding electric tricycles in the rain and watching them ride the wind and waves rain or shine.

They stopped by the trash can, one with a big white plastic bag and the other with a shovel, shoveling some dregs falling out of the small garbage bag into the big plastic bag and carrying them away. However, the strong wind blew away some rubbish, and they resisted the invasion of the "devil" (typhoon).

In this typhoon weather, leaves and things were flying all over the sky, so they took out their brooms and came to the intersection, bent down and cleaned them carefully. Although raindrops are on themselves and the wind is blowing in their ears, they don't care.

At this time, the thunder was loud, the wind and rain continued, and the cold raindrops hit their cheeks, while they just wore thin uniforms and raincoats to work in the stormy environment. I thought: If I were working in this environment now, I would have been shivering with fear.

I used to be a cleaner. There is nothing outstanding about this position. I just swept the floor in the street. Besides, anyone can sweep the floor. Why do people still admire them so much? I didn't understand until today! They serve everyone silently and don't want to take anything. They just want to create a beautiful environment and give the earth a piece of pure land, just want to keep us away from the burden of garbage. A famous person once said, "Protect the environment and benefit the people." Yes, you saved the earth. Although I think your work is terrible, I understand now. Thank you for your contribution to mankind. You have worked hard.

Cleaners thank you for your contribution to the earth, and we will always admire you.

Cleaner 9' s excellent composition "DuDu!" At dawn, several cleaners drove to collect garbage. Several cleaners dumped the garbage in the trash cans of each household into the cart and dragged it away.

These cleaners come by car every morning when the stars are still shining wearily and the street lamps are still flashing. At night, the sun has set, but they are still busy.

One day, while these cleaners were cleaning, I stood by and stared at a cleaner with rapt attention. His oval face is clean and white, and his eyes under the curved crescent eyebrows are small but bright. He wears a mask from nose to mouth and is very strong. At first sight, I thought he was an intellectual and very strong. Why not be an engineer to repair the house? Why not get a good job? So I got up the courage to ask him, and I said, "Uncle, why do you want to be a cleaner? After thinking for a while, he said meaningfully, "Yes, the job of cleaner is really ordinary, but think about it, children, if no one is a cleaner and no one cleans, isn't our living environment very dirty?" After that, he bent down to continue cleaning. Although the cleaner's words are simple and clear, they have profound meanings. So, I was lost in thought.

Another time, my mother and I were walking in the street. Because of the market, the street is crowded and dirty. My mother and I feel uncomfortable walking in the street. At this time, several cleaners came across, holding brooms, gently sweeping the dust on the ground and peeling paper. After a while, when I looked back at the street, I was surprised: the street was very clean and there was no dust.

Cleaner, cleaner, although your work is ordinary, it is great in people's minds. You get up early and clean up in the dark, which brings people a good living environment, but you are covered in dirt and extremely tired. You burn yourself like a red candle, illuminate others, and like chalk, sacrifice yourself and contribute your life to mankind. You are so great!

At four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, the lights shed a bunch of light spots on the road through the leaves.

A sanitation worker waved a broom and swept the leaves and rubbish on the road. Who is she? She is Aunt Zhang.

Fifty years old, orange overalls, orange hat, rings and bracelets on her hands and earrings on her ears. This is my first impression from Aunt Zhang.

Tired of sweeping, Aunt Zhang sat by the flower bed to have a rest. After a while, she picked up the broom and continued to sweep. The sun is rising and the temperature is getting higher and higher. Aunt Zhang was sweating profusely, but she kept waving her broom. It was a long time before she sat down and took a sip of water. There is only a little water left in the kettle. She looked up and drank it in one breath, not a drop left.

After putting away the kettle, Aunt Zhang got up and went to a small shop, looked left and right on the shelf, and finally picked the cheapest bottle of water and asked the boss the price. The boss replied, "Two dollars." Without saying a word, she frowned slightly, turned thoughtfully and left the shop.

What is Aunt Zhang thinking? For her, two dollars may do a lot of things. Two dollars for a bus and two dollars for a bottle of water. These two dollars are much more cost-effective to go back by bus. Why buy water? She went straight to a public toilet, took a full bottle of water in front of the faucet and drank it down.

The sun climbed and climbed until it reached the zenith. At noon, Aunt Zhang came to a pedestrian passage to stutter lunch. She took out a steamed bun from her carry-on bag and was about to eat it when she suddenly found a tramp sitting opposite. At this moment, she did not hesitate to divide the steamed bread into two parts, one for the tramp and the rest for herself.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Zhang finally got off work. She put on a clean crimson coat and climbed on the bus home. There were not many passengers on this train, and there were many empty seats, but she didn't sit and stood all the time. Uncle driver reminded her to sit down. She smiled and said, "My pants are too dirty. I won't sit down."

Aunt Zhang's days were very stingy to herself and generous to others. She is always considerate of others, an ordinary and great person.