Portrait composition of sanitation workers 300

1. Write a composition of about 300 words, describing sanitation workers. When you breathe fresh air and walk on clean roads, you will sigh that the city is really beautiful, but forget who made it so beautiful.

It was sanitation workers who swept out the civilization of the city with brooms; It is sanitation workers who bring out the cleanliness of the city with dustpans; Is a sanitation worker, playing the first note of the labor movement every morning. If life in every city is like a grand symphony, then sanitation workers are the notes on the music score.

Although the notes are so small and ordinary, they make a pleasant sound in a specific position. If our motherland is like a starry world, then sanitation workers are twinkling stars.

Although people don't know their names, they emit light beams and heat in their own life tracks, and shine selflessly on others. I praise ordinary notes, and I praise you more sincerely, respectable sanitation worker.

2. A composition describing sanitation workers in 400 words. A composition by a tireless sanitation worker. The person I admire is the sanitation worker in our community. Maybe everyone thinks she is insignificant, my grandfather, but I don't think so. I think she is a very responsible person.

One day, I went out for a walk and saw big eyes describing the characters' language, demeanor, movements and so on. Meticulous, this is a major feature of this article. The ending is full of expectation and enthusiasm, and the words are poor. The "childhood game" is still unfinished. A black hair was put on my head and the sparrow was released. The skin is very dark, and the thin aunt is waving her big broom and playing music at the gate of the community as usual. In this way, the quiet morning began.

Suddenly, "pa!" A loud noise exploded behind me, and I turned back in horror, followed by a big bag of garbage. At this moment, a young man jerked his head out of the window, and I knew at a glance what was going on.

Aunt came over and muttered, "Good boy! It makes no sense to know that we are locals and those dancing shoes look down on us. In "Cat Warrior", we even have to avoid walking and littering, alas ... "There was a weak smile on my aunt's face, and I reluctantly picked up my broom. I was chased to the garbage dump, the third of the four legends among China citizens-the legend of the white snake.

She holds a big cloth bag in her hand, and picks up the garbage bit by bit by hand and broom. Dinosaurs became extinct. Sweat dripped down my cheeks to * * *, my dream, and fell on the towel around my neck.

* * * the expression on her face, careful mother's story, let a person some worry. After a while, the garbage was cleaned up. After she put a big bag of garbage in the car, she left slowly and wrote about your summer vacation. The thin figure lingered in my heart for a long time. I went to Liu Yusen's lunch class for the second time.

Of course, the love in my heart, my aunt lives in a damp basement, wears ordinary clothes and does ordinary work, but her actions are so admirable that people who suffer are dying.

Can you send me a 300-word composition describing the characters? On the morning when I was eleven years old, it was an ordinary moment ... At that moment, I didn't think about anything but was angry.

That encounter left an indelible scar in my memory. When my bike was hit, a sanitation worker quickly helped me up. I didn't hear what she said, but I only saw her smiling. Her smile warms the coolness of autumn, but her smile doesn't warm my heart. I remember one day, in a noisy street, the traffic was blocked, and I went to school by bike. The air in the morning is really good, and the leaves are still falling, just like a "leaf rain". I saw a vicissitudes-faced sanitation worker cleaning leaves. I can clearly see the wrinkles on her face in the distance, and I didn't care because of such a ridiculous situation. Sanitation workers are sweeping the fallen leaves everywhere. Slowly, we are getting closer and closer. Suddenly, she changed direction. I honked the horn before I knew it, but she didn't hear me. By the time I knew it, I was already lying on the ground. She quickly helped me up. I looked back at her angrily. She said nothing but smiled. I ignored her and walked away with my bike, never looking back.

Since then, the sanitation workers have only hatred for me. Once again, on my way home with my mother, I saw her on the bus again. At that time, I recalled the scene and was very angry. So I turned around and angrily told my mother what happened that day, listening to her mother's answer, as if I had known the sanitation worker before, so I continued to inquire. It turns out that she has a miserable family, and all the family members have had car accidents.

And she's the only survivor in the family. She is deaf and dumb. She only smiles in her silent world. After listening to everything my mother told me, my heart ached and I couldn't lift my head any more. Spring, summer, autumn and winter cycle. I have never seen that sanitation worker again. According to my mother, she died of illness a year ago. Her neighbors helped her when she was buried. My heart is only a little depressed. I regret not remembering her smile. I regret not remembering her appearance. There is only one unknown outline in my memory, and nothing else can be remembered.

Since then, I have never hated sanitation workers. Every time I pass them by, I just smile at each other. On an ordinary morning, I rode my bike and found the place where we had an accident. There is no longer your figure, only fallen leaves drift with the wind and blow through a desolate place. "Sanitation worker", an unknown name, and I were involved in an unbroken love affair. She will always be the most familiar person around me.

4. Write a composition of about 300 words about sanitation workers dragging garbage. When the noisy streets are calm and the crowded cars stop, do you know who is still working tirelessly? When naughty children have fallen asleep, when the bustling night market has fallen asleep, do you know who is still working hard? I am a hard-working sanitation worker, but I am dressing up a brand-new dawn for people.

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When people are asleep, there is silence and tranquility everywhere, only the street lamps and stars in the city reflect light. At this time, our sanitation workers are fighting in the streets and lanes, washing the dirt of the city with hard sweat and being human.

The children created a fresh and beautiful environment. When people lament that the rapid development of the city is by car, our sanitation workers use their feet to measure every street and alley in the city in the cold night, removing garbage and purifying the air.

Sweep the dust. No matter the dirt on the ground or the snow, where there is dirt, there is their fighting figure; Where there is a sanitary corner, there is the laughter of their labor.

On a winter night, sweat soaked cotton.

Clothes turned into ice armor; In summer, clothes soaked by rain stick to the whole body. They don't complain or complain. For the sake of people's health, they recognize bitterness and tiredness, and they also recognize dirty and smelly. That's the ordinary worker.

They left their dirty and tired to themselves and gave their clean and beautiful to others. Although their bodies are covered with dust, they have a shining heart. How many times have they helped people in distress and saved sick people? This is sanitation.

It happens all the time in the team. It is such an ordinary worker, such a respectable worker, who is doing extraordinary things in ordinary jobs. It is this ordinary that breeds greatness.

Greatness is the glory contained in this ordinary. Aren't these the true portrayal of the mental outlook of sanitation workers?

At that time, our beloved Premier Zhou went to visit sanitation workers in the middle of the night. He

He held the hand of the sanitation worker and said affectionately, "Comrade, thank you!" " Gan Kun's twisted hands are tightly held with those of sanitation workers. That affectionate sentence, like a clear spring, flows into the hearts of sanitation workers. I

Dear Premier Zhou! It is from the ordinary work of sanitation workers that we see the greatness of the sense of ownership.

Every time a grape festival is held, guests from all over the world are greeted. While tasting grapes, people also praise the beautiful environment of the ancient city. Who would have thought that it embodies the hardships of sanitation workers? With the growth of market transaction volume, the degree of environmental pollution is also rising sharply. For people's health, sanitation workers often have to work many times, but they take pleasure in suffering and are proud of it.

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During the Spring Festival, firecrackers sounded everywhere to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and there was laughter everywhere. While people bless each other, they also admire the cleanliness of the streets. Who knows how much hard sweat the sanitation workers have soaked here? follow

Firecrackers are fired again and again, and the workload of sanitation is soaring. For tomorrow's cleaning, many sanitation workers put down their children in their arms, left their warm families and worked hard against the cold wind, although they didn't hear the sound of the Spring Festival.

Although I didn't accompany my relatives on New Year's Eve, the songs at the party won the joy of thousands of families with their efforts and the laughter of thousands of families with their selfless dedication.

Yes, sanitation workers.

People are ordinary. They are obscure and inconspicuous. Ordinary people are unknown and not valued. However, it is these ordinary workers who use their dirty clothes for Wanjiajing day after day and year after year. Yes

They are willing to endure hardships, forget their work and clean up the city. This is a fresh and beautiful environment. It is their spirit of courage to help others and dedication that purifies the social air and spreads spiritual civilization and respectable sanitation workers.

Ah! They are worthy of the glorious title of city beautician.

If life in every city is like a grand symphony, then sanitation workers are like notes on the music score. Although the notes are so small and ordinary, they make a pleasant sound in a specific position.

It is the small notes that make up the harmonious theme of urban life, and it is the ordinary notes that make up the strong sound of the times.

If our motherland is like a starry world, then sanitation workers are like twinkling stars. Although people don't know their names, they emit light beams and heat in their own life tracks to shine selflessly on others.

It is countless unknown stars that make up the magnificent galaxy; It is with these countless unknown stars that they gather into such a splendid starry sky.

I admire ordinary notes and unknown stars. I praise you more sincerely, respectable sanitation worker!

5. The 400-word composition describing sanitation workers should say that the most beautiful scenery in my eyes in 2008 is the sanitation workers who beautify our city in obscurity every day. Because of school, I go out early every morning, and it is usually dark.

Summer breaks early, so I can't feel anything, but maybe you are still in a sweet dream in winter. But they have already worked in Daiyue. Every day when I go to work, I ride my bike in the street. I saw sanitation workers wearing yellow vests, wrapped themselves up, and wearing huge masks on their faces, showing only two eyes. My heart is always inexplicably moved.

Winter is fine. In summer, you can see from a distance that their clothes are already sweaty. I remember one time I was rushing to school, eating breakfast while walking, and I saw the group of sanitation workers from a distance. I think they must have seen me, too Maybe it's because they saw me eating, and the recent sanitation workers consciously quit their jobs. She didn't look up at me, but I think she must know that I'm looking at her at this moment. I'm quick. So as not to affect her working hours too much. This scene made me feel very kind when I saw her again.

I am always angry when I see reports that sanitation workers are killed or injured in traffic accidents. They take great pains to appreciate the beauty of the city, get up early and get greedy for the dark, but they have to bear the risks outside the traffic. If an ordinary person has an accident in road traffic, we think it can be avoided, but they, our sanitation workers, really have to take more risks than ordinary people, because they work on the road and have to shuttle through the traffic for more than ten hours every day, so don't hate those horse "road killers" and ask those unskilled drivers to pay attention to driving safety when driving.

Generally, the families of sanitation workers are relatively well-off, so sometimes we can see that some sanitation workers collect things that can be sold by the roadside when cleaning. In my impression, I once saw a sanitation worker collect a whole bag of screws. Seeing this, I wonder what changes you have in your view of the sanitation workers living around us?

Finally, I want to make a suggestion. I hope all of us don't throw away things you don't want when we go out, especially when we walk or take the bus. So as not to affect our city health, but also trample on the hard work of sanitation workers!

6. Composition of Sanitation Workers in High Temperature 300 words In hot summer, when we enjoy the coolness under air conditioning and eat delicious ice cream, will we always think of them in high temperature? ...

In the high temperature, I think of sanitation workers. Sweat "crashed" on their heads. People in orange uniforms have been washed away by sweat several times, but they can't wring out the water. A towel is hung around their necks to wipe the sweat, and a bottle of almost finished water is hung in the car. They put up with the smell of garbage and cleaned it up bit by bit. I want to say to them, "Take a rest in the shade and drink some water!" " "

In the heat, I thought of the traffic police. Some of them are wearing uniforms, hats and white gloves, standing in the middle of the intersection in the scorching sun, directing traffic. If there is an accident (plane crash) somewhere, they will go there immediately to deal with all the accidents. Even in the high temperature of 80-90 degrees, they never complain. I want to say to them, "Did you sleep well? Did you wake up by the horn of a passing car? "

In the high temperature, I thought of the construction workers. They built tall buildings for our city. They built the building bit by bit regardless of how mercilessly the sun was exposed and the danger of collapse again. Look! Their arms and thighs are tanned by the sun, not like the yellow skin of China people, but like black Africans. I want to say to them, "Did you sleep well? Did you eat well? Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito? "

They have paid a lot of sweat for the beauty and prosperity of this city. Let's send them a bottle of water and a bottle of cold water, too

7. Composition describing sanitation workers! I praise you.

The world is beautiful because of you. In the early morning, when the genius dawned, I heard a rustling sound in the dim light.

Who is so early? I fell asleep again. When I got up in the morning, I saw it was past eleven o'clock. The street is clean and tidy, which is really 1000 times better than yesterday's gun debris. I only saw a sanitation worker sweeping garbage in a street full of garbage. He was dressed very thinly, and his hands were red with cold, but his bloodshot hands were grasping the broom and sweeping hard, but his face was filled with pride from time to time. Work hard for our clean environment! I remember it was a midsummer noon and I was enjoying air conditioning at home. It is really comfortable.

But my mother asked me to buy drinks, so I had to go out. Summer is as hot as fire, and the cicadas in the tree keep calling.

Just out of the alley, I saw a familiar figure, him! That confident deja vu smile, those red hands full of veins stood out, or that sanitation worker! His tanned hand was holding a broom and sweeping it laboriously. His vest was soaked, but his face was still proud and satisfied, but his mouth was firmer. There are more than 300 kinds of jobs in the world, but they choose the dirtiest and most tiring job! For our clean environment.

Ah! The person I respect most-sanitation workers! I praise you for saying that the most beautiful scenery in my eyes in 2008 is the sanitation workers who beautify our city in obscurity every day. Because of school, I go out early every morning, and it is usually dark. Summer breaks early, so I can't feel anything, but maybe you are still in a sweet dream in winter.

But they have already worked in Daiyue. Every day when I go to work, I ride my bike in the street. I saw sanitation workers wearing yellow vests, wrapped themselves up, and wearing huge masks on their faces, showing only two eyes. My heart is always inexplicably moved.

Winter is fine. In summer, you can see from a distance that their clothes are already sweaty. I remember one time I was rushing to school, eating breakfast while walking, and I saw the group of sanitation workers from a distance. I think they must have seen me, too Maybe it's because they saw me eating, and the recent sanitation workers consciously quit their jobs. She didn't look up at me, but I think she must know that I'm looking at her at this moment. I'm quick. So as not to affect her working hours too much.

This scene made me feel very kind when I saw her again. I am always angry when I see reports that sanitation workers are killed or injured in traffic accidents. They take great pains to appreciate the beauty of the city, get up early and get greedy for the dark, but they have to bear the risks outside the traffic.

If an ordinary person has an accident in road traffic, we think it can be avoided, but they, our sanitation workers, really have to take more risks than ordinary people, because they work on the road and have to shuttle through the traffic for more than ten hours every day, so don't hate those horse "road killers" and ask those unskilled drivers to pay attention to driving safety when driving. Generally, the families of sanitation workers are relatively well-off, so sometimes we can see that some sanitation workers collect things that can be sold by the roadside when cleaning. In my impression, I once saw a sanitation worker collect a whole bag of screws. Seeing this, I wonder what changes you have in your view of the sanitation workers living around us?

Finally, I want to make a suggestion. I hope all of us don't throw away things you don't want when we go out, especially when we walk or take the bus. So as not to affect our city health, but also trample on the hard work of sanitation workers! The figure of orange is Wang Juandi from Class One and Two, No.12 Middle School, Xunyang District, Jiujiang City. Jiangnan Metropolis Daily 2009- 12-0 1 The early morning in winter is particularly deserted. Occasionally, early morning cars run across the street with morning cream, which opens the morning market.

I still insist on getting up early and running every day to experience the warmth of waking up in the city. There was a rustling sound not far away.

I know, not that you left early, but that there were pedestrians early. Besides her, the aunt in the orange jacket, who else would be so diligent in the cold winter? When I approached, sure enough, the orange figure caught my eye, and the message conveyed by the three words behind it was "cleaner"

The face is so vicissitudes, and the road surface is so clean. Seeing me, she smiled, stopped, wiped her forehead with her sleeve, took off her coat and put it on the steel handlebar of the garbage truck, and continued to sweep the garbage.

She moves slowly and beats her waist from time to time. The white hair between her temples shows her age and bitterness. Panting, she stood up straight, rested with a broom in her hand, and shoveled a pile of leaves and garbage into the garbage truck several times.

I met her several times in the morning. Even if I don't know her, I know that she is a "city beautician". I can't help but be moved and admire her efforts. "Aunt, how much is your monthly salary?" I asked suddenly.

Of course, this is out of sympathy, but also a little curious, and there is no malicious ridicule. She gave me a quick look in silence, then lowered her head and waved her broom. "More than three hundred."

So hard, only 300 yuan? Why do you choose such a low-paying but tiring job? She went on working, with a hint of calm in her wry smile. It turned out that her son was in high school and her husband died of illness a few years ago. He has no money and no education. "I must go ... to get this job, or beautify our city!" She spoke peacefully and intermittently, as if telling other people's stories, so calmly, but the last sentence surprised me secretly.

I may have heard it from her management leader. I've heard it many times. Remember, being said naturally by a simple and low-educated cleaner really warmed my heart. I smiled, said "goodbye" politely, turned around and ran back slowly.

Stepping on the smooth street and shaking the slightly shaky orange background in front of me, I can't help but have different ideas. By contrast, she is more glorious than some people who sit in the office, play poker, play computer and chat.

8. Write 300 words for sanitation worker send warm. Sometimes we are rivals, and sometimes we are friends. This is the definition of the world. In my little world, this is the warmth of the world. As simple as picking up a fallen leaf.

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People have countless understandings of warmth. There are physical feelings and feelings in my heart. Today, I only talk about the warmth in my heart. These warmth are produced by touching again and again, composed of tears and created by the heart! There will be a touching story behind this. Some people say, "People's hearts are full of meat, who won't be moved?" That's good. Let the prodigal son come back and let the criminals get a "new life". This is the warmest force in the world!

I have read the story of Cong Fei more than once. This is a beautiful fairy tale, a 36-year-old famous singer Cong Fei. In the past ten years, 178 poor students, disabled people and orphans in Guizhou, Hunan, Sichuan, Yunnan and Shandong have been adopted and funded. Donate at least 3 million yuan for children, and was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer on May 65, 438+02. It is shocking that he can't afford the treatment at all. In his humble home of more than 50 square meters, there is nothing valuable. The clothes in the wardrobe are all cheap goods of 30 yuan to 50 yuan, and the only thing that is a little classy is the white costume he often wears.

When I first heard the story of Cong Fei, I was deeply moved. But in the later days, I suddenly felt that those were what we should do, and that was our obligation, as a kind of care and help. Think about it. The Buddha said, "Looking back 500 times in my last life, I will get 1 time in my life." It can be seen that fate makes us live in the same world, so we should learn to cherish and help each other. Moreover, the concern for others should not stay on the surface, let alone be made for the praise of others. Selfless care can make people really feel warm. Some ugly worries and false praises should not happen in this world. But it is undeniable that cold and warm coexist in this world.

Until I heard the story of Cong Fei for the second time, my heart was warm and I had no other feelings. I think this is a story worth telling and a person worth learning. He is our role model, our role model. What he did, his story, is the warmth of our world. But his death is hard to accept, because he is one of the few good people in our world! I think he will live in people's hearts forever!

Sunshine is warm, it gives us vitality and lets us know how to meet; Care is warm, it gives us strength and makes us know how to smile; Love is warm, it gives us life, let us know how to cherish! Warmth is the breeze in spring, the sweet spring in summer, the fruit in autumn and the sunshine in winter. Inadvertently passing by people's hearts, let us know how to look at the beauty of the world and feel the warmth of the world!

9. Write 300 words for sanitation worker send warm. Sometimes we are rivals, and sometimes we are friends. This is the definition of the world. In my little world, this is the warmth of the world. As simple as picking up a fallen leaf.

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People have countless understandings of warmth. There are physical feelings and feelings in my heart. Today, I only talk about the warmth in my heart. These warmth are produced by touching again and again, composed of tears and created by the heart! There will be a touching story behind this. Some people say, "People's hearts are full of meat, who won't be moved?" That's good. Let the prodigal son come back and let the criminals get a "new life". This is the warmest force in the world!

I have read the story of Cong Fei more than once. This is a beautiful fairy tale, a 36-year-old famous singer Cong Fei. In the past ten years, 178 poor students, disabled people and orphans in Guizhou, Hunan, Sichuan, Yunnan and Shandong have been adopted and funded. Donate at least 3 million yuan for children, and was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer on May 65, 438+02. It is shocking that he can't afford the treatment at all. In his humble home of more than 50 square meters, there is nothing valuable. The clothes in the wardrobe are all cheap goods of 30 yuan to 50 yuan, and the only thing that is a little classy is the white costume he often wears.

When I first heard the story of Cong Fei, I was deeply moved. But in the later days, I suddenly felt that those were what we should do, and that was our obligation, as a kind of care and help. Think about it. The Buddha said, "Looking back 500 times in my last life, I will get 1 time in my life." It can be seen that fate makes us live in the same world, so we should learn to cherish and help each other. Moreover, the concern for others should not stay on the surface, let alone be made for the praise of others. Selfless care can make people really feel warm. Some ugly worries and false praises should not happen in this world. But it is undeniable that cold and warm coexist in this world.

Until I heard the story of Cong Fei for the second time, my heart was warm and I had no other feelings. I think this is a story worth telling and a person worth learning. He is our role model, our role model. What he did, his story, is the warmth of our world. But his death is hard to accept, because he is one of the few good people in our world! I think he will live in people's hearts forever!

Sunshine is warm, it gives us vitality and lets us know how to meet; Care is warm, it gives us strength and makes us know how to smile; Love is warm, it gives us life, let us know how to cherish! Warmth is the breeze in spring, the sweet spring in summer, the fruit in autumn and the sunshine in winter. Inadvertently passing by people's hearts, let us know how to look at the beauty of the world and feel the warmth of the world!

10. The person I know best writes 400 words (sanitation worker). I will come in summer. The weather in summer is really hot. The weather is very hot these days.

However, there is such an old man who is on his way in front of our shop every day. Work hard back and forth.

He is a sanitation worker and looks ordinary. The man of medium height is wearing an orange sanitation overalls and a straw hat. He pushes a tricycle every day and sweeps the floor all the time, but he always smiles. It looks so approachable.

These days, sanitation workers have been sweeping the floor in the hot summer sun, sweeping away the garbage on the ground and making the ground spotless. However, his back was soaked with sweat.

Sweat drops on your face. It's really too difficult! I also look at him every day, thinking: sanitation workers are so hard, I should also pour them a glass of water.

Then, I poured a glass of water and ran over. Just as I was about to give it, I fell down. The sanitation worker saw it and ran to help me up, so that I could be more careful next time. Then, I poured another cup and turned to find that he was gone. I bowed my head and sat down in despair. My father saw it and said, "YUNDI, it doesn't matter. He just went out to sweep the floor and will be back soon. "

Hearing this, I was extremely happy. After half an hour or so, the sanitation worker really came back, so I said to him, "Grandpa has worked hard. Please come to my shop to have a rest and have a glass of water on such a hot day. "

Grandpa didn't want to at first, and said, "I'm sweaty, and I smell sweaty!" " ""nothing, go in and sit down for a while! "Then, I poured a cup of tea and handed it to grandpa." Thank you very much ""No, it's your hard work that makes our city cleaner and more environmentally friendly. "

However, the sanitation workers just smiled and began to sweep the floor again. Watch him leave.

Suddenly I have a feeling of admiration for sanitation workers. It is they who work silently.

Make our life better.