An essay describing the workshop electrician standing in the sun to repair the air conditioner in summer.

The maintenance work was carried out meticulously, and dozens of workers wore dark blue overalls, helmets and old toolboxes, working diligently. Sweat rained down on their heads, arms and legs, on the workshop, on my heart, and soaked the dark blue clothes layer by layer. Their dark faces are wet with sweat, and there are many sweat on their hair, but they are so serious. They look at each air conditioner with professional eyes and bear their own responsibilities, rigorous and serious. Even in the hot sun, this is still the case, because they understand that their job is to serve the whole company and bring coolness and comfort to employees. They are like silent candles, dedicating themselves to everyone, and bringing nectar and hope like continuous spring rain.