Wow, wow, outside the window of the heavy rain brushing down non-stop, a burst of cold wind as if a beast chasing the awning, issued a tearing like screams. The hazy sky adds a sense of mystery and desolation to such a scene.
It was five or six o'clock in the morning, was woken up by the thunderstorm outside the window, I have not been able to sleep again, standing alone at the window I think about the day's journey suddenly, a thin orange-red figure into my eyes. The wide square, although washed by the rain like a mirror, but there are still dense stains; in the mirror can not be washed clean by the rain, so the need for the city's most beautiful people to clean up.
This is an amiable, aged cleaner; gray at the temples; wrinkles like ripples flooding the withered yellow face. She wore a simple, thin clothes, orange undershirt with three big words cleaner, below a row of small letters: clean city, benefit the people. The old woman wears a humble hat on her head, carries a broom, and works diligently. In fact, many people may dislike the cleaners; but think about it, if not for them, the city will become a garbage dump, and after the rotting smell will also jeopardize people's health.
In front of him came an uncle: in one hand he was holding a milk carton and a plastic pocket with a bun; in the other hand he was holding an umbrella. He saw a cleaner in the distance, and walked towards him with disdain. When he was about 10 meters away from the cleaner, he put the milk carton in his pocket, tied it, and threw it at the cleaner with no care in the world, and smashed it heavily at the cleaner's feet, and pouted and clapped his hands. Then he walked away impatiently, this kind of person is really disgusting I thought to myself. And this cleaner did not get angry, just shook his head helplessly, and squatted down hard to pick up this cold milk carton and throw it into the garbage truck behind him.
I believe that this life, cleaner, for many people, this is a very lowly job, right? But you have to know, if there are no millions of cleaners in the world, how can we have such a beautiful city? We should not discriminate against cleaners, we should respect them.
Such people let me respect 2In life, we will meet all kinds of people, some people let you admire, some people let you despise, some people let you sigh. In my memory, there is that kind of person who makes me respect, although I don't know him.
I was on my way home that day, out of the tunnel entrance, saw a grandmother stumbled, fell to the ground, face wrinkled in pain on one side, breathing heavily, helpless eyes praying for passers-by, hoping that someone can help her. But people are to look at a glance on the immediate away, I am also worried about is not touch porcelain ah, Tencent news but reported such a thing it, help people results were blackmailed a lot of money it, I do not have the money, less social experience, I stood next to the hesitation, the dilemma.
A clear car bell rings, a bicycle young man stopped, he did not hesitate to put the car one to the grandmother to run over, leaning over to ask with concern: "The old man, where you are not comfortable? Are you badly hurt? If you don't want me to help you up first." Granny's voice is thin: "Medicine ...... in my ...... bag." The young man hurriedly rummaged out a bottle of medicine from the grandmother's bag. A middle-aged man on the sidelines of the onlookers handed over a bottle of water, the young man hurriedly unscrewed the bottle of water and fed the medicine to the grandmother to eat. A few minutes later, the grandmother's condition seems to have eased a few points, the face is also a little more calm, she told everyone, she should be a heart attack, need to go to the hospital. A cab passed by at that moment, and the young man quickly stopped it. When the driver heard what happened, he immediately agreed to take the grandmother to the hospital for free. They carefully helped the grandmother into the car.
I looked at the young man's back, but I felt that his image is getting taller and taller, more and more magnificent. I think of my own behavior, really feel ashamed, the gap between man and man is not so small point ah.
Although this incident has passed a long time, but the young man that tall back has been remembered in my heart, such a person is always worthy of my respect.
Such a person makes me respect 3
Looking at the bag of beef jerky in my hand, my heart once again rippled, trying desperately to recall that face, I just remembered that I just lost him, a good neighbor of mine.
He was, in his forties, medium, with a yellow face and a full head of hair. His face is really unique, square face like "high slopes of loess", uneven. His eyes are small, as if closed, his narrow eye sockets, as if the "high slopes" on the two ravines. His large nose was set off by a smiling mouth. He is so simple, simple.
From my grandmother's mouth, I heard some "news" about him, his family has six people, he, his wife, his three children and his mother. He had to be the pillar of support for the family. He and his wife opened a small store across the street, and every time they walked into his store, customers were infected by his enthusiasm. The goods in the small store were of good quality and low price, and everyone liked to go to his small store to buy things. Whenever a customer finishes buying something, he always hands over a plastic bag and sends a warm blessing and a smile.
His store business is booming, he was around the peers as a competitor, although he is usually always smiling, but his peers think this smile is a mockery of them, until this happened. One summer, the wind and rain, a shopkeeper's goods were blown over by the wind, scattered all over the ground. Store owner panic, he is out of the store, see this scene, head into the rain, with the rustling sound of tread water, he picked up the goods falling in the water, handed to the store owner, he picked up the edge of the shouting to help ......, things picked up, he waved his hand to the owner of the store to go, this time the sky also cleared up.
He was leaving! I don't believe it, until I saw the word "rent" posted in front of his house. Originally, due to a lawsuit, so that he could not raise his head in front of friends and relatives, the funds have become scarce, he decided to leave. Before leaving, he entrusted someone to bring something to me - a bag of beef jerky, this bag of jerky to bring me great emotional shock, a moment in the heart of the ripples ......
He, worthy of my respect.
Such people make me respect 4Everyone is worthy of being respected, and those who are helpful are even more worthy of being respected, because they are excellent.
There are some people who don't respect others. That such as labor, things and so on. I remember once I went to Beijing with my father to play, but there are too many people, under the train and go to the subway station. Want to enjoy the elegance of Beijing together, but there are too many people, my father on the subway, but I did not go up, I looked at the front of the black wall of people, the back of the people chrysalis, and I was into the can not get in, back out of the retreat, I was like ants on the hot pot, anxious me to scream, and suddenly a strong force behind the door in the closing of the moment I pushed into the. When the subway went to see the person who helped me, his left lapel fluttering in the wind, to me then stunned, he is a disabled person. I nodded to her and said a silent thank you and she nodded back. I stood there dumbfounded, remembering all the things I was not before, I used to laugh at those disabled people, playing with them, think about having some regret.
I remembered a passage again, everyone is an apple bitten by God, and those disabled people are no different, just God likes its sweetness and bites more.
Think of us normal people, only for a little bit of small things and kill each other, for a little bit of interest you fight me, and those disabled people but in obscurity to contribute to society. They are the real unsung heroes, they are only physically handicapped, and we, may be mentally handicapped, they are great, noble.
And we can not change the fate of others, but can change their own, we should respect others, and those who have been more bites of the apple, more should be respected. People like you command my respect. Instead of ostracizing them and mocking them, this is the way to respect them.
People like that make me respect 5"Achievement and Respect"
The scientist I respect the most is Madame Curie, whose original name was Marie Skorodoska, a famous French physicist and chemist of Polish descent.
Mr. and Mrs. Curie discovered a radioactive substance in asphalt uranium ore and named the new element polonium after their native Poland. From then on, Mr. and Mrs. Curie **** with the research, practicing the earliest working methods of radiochemistry. Later, they refined radium from asphalt with stronger.
Mrs. Curie was the first woman scientist to win the Nobel Prize twice, and one of the pioneers of the atomic age.
"indifferent to fame and fortune"
Madame Curie she did not care to be honored, she donated the prize money to the cause of science, medals to their children to play. Mrs. Curie said this sentence: "I am letting the child know that honor is just a toy, only play with it, never look too seriously, otherwise it will be nothing."
Once they received an invitation to become professors, and at first they said yes, but gave it up in order to continue the study of radium.
"Frugal life"
When Mrs. Curie got married, there were only two chairs in the new room, and Pierre felt that the chairs were too few, and suggested that a few more be added so that guests would not have no place to sit when they came, and Mrs. Curie said:" If you increase the number of chairs, guests come to sit here and not go how to do? So in order to have more time to study radium, it is better not to increase!"
"Struggle with destiny"
In her thirties, Madame Curie successfully obtained a doctorate of science, but the good times did not last long, and a few years later, Madame Curie's husband was run over by a delivery wagon and died. But instead of giving up because of this accident, Madame Curie independently took up the burden of her family and career.
Mrs. Curie's spirit of perseverance and putting everything behind her is worth learning. Mrs. Curie once said, "I have never been lucky, and I will never expect to be lucky in the future, my highest principle is that I will not give in no matter what difficulties I face!"
The scientist I respect the most is Madame Curie, bar none.
Such a person commands my respect.6He is Sun Shaoping, the child of an ordinary farmer in The Ordinary World.
Poor family conditions, in order to let his sister go to college, he decided to drop out of school. But he didn't give up his dream. In order to understand more about the world and find the life he wants, he decided to go out to work. A bag of rags, a strong body, a hot beating heart, and the desire for a better life in the future are all his luggage. This kind of people who are not afraid of reality and insist on struggling make me respect!
The family has the elderly under the study of his sister, although his brother opened a brick factory earned a lot of money, the elderly and sister at home and also take care of, but he still every month with sweat and physical strength for the sweat of the money sent to his parents and his sister in college. He wants to show them that he is also a son and can be on his own and take on his own responsibilities at home. This kind of caring family and responsible person makes me respect!
He could have gone back to run a brick factory with his brother, and the family made money together, without having to suffer so much outside. But he did not choose to rely on his brother this tree, he chose to be independent, and the reality of the fight, he is not willing to submit to the feet of reality! This kind of independence, dare to face up to life people let me respect!
There are always people who say: "To live to live a high life, do not be like a peasant as a wimp!" But do they know, farmers like Sun Shaoping, can not afford to talk tall or cynical, worried about the fate of mankind. They first have to change their own living conditions, but also do not give up the spiritual pursuit, they will not despise the ordinary people of the secular life, but also try to make their pursuit of life to a higher level.
He was a farmer's son, a poor farmer's son, but better than most of the people who were much better off than him. He was a coal miner, humble and despised, but better than the so-called leaders of those corpses. He has been fighting for his ideals, creating hope, and struggling for his responsibilities!
He lived in a great and ordinary world, but lived into an ordinary and great people. Such a person, is not worthy of our respect?
Such a person makes me respect 7Everyone's life is full of encounters, some people are close but will eventually be separated, some people do not know the name, but the memory is still fresh.
The person I respect most is Grandpa Lee in the same neighborhood when I was a child. Listen to them, Grandpa Lee is a craftsman, more than seventy years old, grinding forty or fifty years of knives, living alone. Every day after lunch, you can always hear the sound of "rustle rustle" sharpening knives, and as soon as you hear this sound, someone will come home to get their knives. Sometimes the number of people sharpening knives is so large that they have to wait in line; sometimes there are fewer people, and Grandpa Li is not in a hurry. He turns around and goes to a nearby restaurant to buy a pot of light flower tea to drink, and even if there are people sharpening knives during this period of time, Grandpa Li still walks around slowly and sips his tea at the same time. He was never afraid of losing things, not just because he only had a set of tools for sharpening knives and a few cups, but also because he believed that there were many good people in the world, and even more so, he believed in the character of the people in the neighborhood.
Once, my family's knife was dull, and I went to find Grandpa Li to sharpen it. I asked him how much to grind a knife, he said offhandedly: "five dollars a hand, and the boy and the man", said the side raised his head, I saw a pair of clear and bright eyes, from his eyes, I saw a decades as a day of craftsmen's simplicity. There was no dirt in the pupils of the eyes, I could see the black and white, the black was deep, the white was translucent. On his face, I cannot see a single wrinkle. I scanned his "workshop" and asked, "Grandpa Li, don't you sell knives?" Grandpa Li answered me in his pure dialect, "What do you want to sell knives for? Everyone has a knife at home, so if you file it, you can use it again!" Since then, I've had a lot of respect for Grandpa Lee.
Later, I don't know what the reason is, instead of Grandpa Lee, a new middle-aged man sharpening knives, listening to people say, that's his son, adopted, and followed Grandpa Lee to learn to sharpen knives for many years. Although the middle-aged man grinding knife is also very good, but I still miss Grandpa Lee, miss him in the hot sun grinding knife scene, miss his clear eyes, miss his mouth dialect mixed with the fragrance of flower tea.
Grandpa Li has my respect, and his spirit has my admiration!
Such a person makes me respect 8In life, we will meet all kinds of people, some let you admire, some let you move, some let you sigh. But there is a kind of person who deserves our respect.
In the morning, looking out the window, the outside world became silver, green grass and colorful flowers are breathless exception to the cover.
The sky is still cloudy, but the white snow makes up for the gloom.
After breakfast, I went to school as usual, and just before I got to the entrance of the neighborhood, I almost slipped, so I slowed down and walked carefully.
I was happy to enjoy the first snow of the year.
I felt that after the snow, the whole world became quieter, and the snow on the road was thick like a blanket, covering the withered grass and the black land, as if the earth was covered with a white gown.
Stepping on it feels like cotton candy, the sound of "creaking", I can not help but take a little snow from the ground, play.
In my hand, it was ice-cold, so cold.
Gradually, the snow on the road is getting less and less, what's going on?
The snow is not as bad as it used to be, but it's a little bit better.
After walking for a while, I saw a few yellow dots moving back and forth from afar.
I then accelerated the pace of walking over, want to go to find out.
I was able to walk over there and find out what was going on, and I got a little closer to see what was going on.
Their age is very old, from their weathered face, I saw the kindness and calm. Their faces have been "crawling" full of wrinkles, showing the traces of the years.
In such cold weather, but also so early to work, they are really too hard.
Each of their hands, waving a shovel, shovel and ground friction sound, like playing a solemn symphony.
They have to get up early and late every day, they use their own hands to make our side, become more neat and tidy.
They deserve our respect, they are - sanitation workers.
Such people make me respect9In the scorching summer, I went to the mall with my grandmother because her house is close to the mall. The hot sun made us walk as if we were in a steamer, and on the way, I vaguely saw a disabled person selling water.
Finally into the mall door, a cool welcome. I helped my grandmother to take what she wanted to buy, grandmother carrying too tired, we changed a shopping cart. At this time, we saw an old man on crutches, holding a bottle of water to gesture around, I thought it was a water seller, so I asked my grandmother if she wanted to buy a bottle of water. Just then, he suddenly handed the bottle of water to a man, looked like begging for something, the man just helplessly waved his hand, the old man walked away in disappointment, and continued to take the bottle of water to gesture around.
I didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and Grandma was too focused on her shopping to notice him. I didn't want to get to the bottom of it, but my curiosity drove me to find out who the old man was. So, I thought after buying things can still meet him, now the supermarket so many people, after buying things to pay for a lot of, if he is selling water, certainly will choose the crowded place.
As expected, he appeared at the checkout again, and the old man begged a man for something, only to be met with displeasure from the man, who looked like he was scolding him. I tried to go up and stop him, the old man came to my side and I asked him directly, "Why did that man curse you?" He sighed and said, "I just wanted him to give me the empty bottle he wasn't using." "Why didn't he give you the bottle?" The old man didn't say anything, then he said to me in the same tone, "May I ask if you have any empty bottles? I would like to donate the empty bottles or some unused things to the disaster area, hoping they can be exchanged for money to help those people." I realized that he was not a water seller, but a poor "caring person"!
I didn't hesitate to take out the candy box I had brought with me and handed it to him, and my grandmother also took out an empty bottle from her bag and gave it to him. The old man quickly said, "Thank you!" Then he left on his crutches.
I think there must be a lot of good people in the world, but there must not be many donations for poor old people like this. Although those things can not be worth a few dollars, but the love of the old man deserves our respect.
Such people make me respect 10The most respected person ah, that is my grandfather.
Grandpa often said, "You are not fat, according to your height, now this look is very good." I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The first to hold me is my grandmother, the second is my grandfather, grandfather said, he held me not only did not cry, eyeballs are still all over the place to make me happy, every time he said this, his face is always full of bright smile.
Grandpa has the same delicious habits as me. Every time Grandma said I eat food eat a lot of things, Grandpa muttered next to me: "This is not the same as me, inherited to me, your granddaughter is 'delicious mouth', I am 'five flavor mouth'. " Whenever he says this, he makes me and my grandmother giggle and laugh.
Every time my dad came home for dinner, talking about when he was a kid and when I was a kid, my dad always wanted to compare, wanting to think about who robbed him of his honey. Always in front of me and grandpa said: "Hey, your grandfather is biased, before I did not do a good job on the twig strips to beat me, now ah, to you is contained in the mouth for fear of melting, hold in the palm of the hand for fear of falling!" This is, grandpa just beside pursed lips a smile, also do not say.
Grandpa also has a big hobby: drinking! Every day at noon and night to drink a small cup. I was always curious and asked my grandfather, "Is the wine so good?" When my grandfather poured a cup of wine, I secretly picked up a chopstick, slapdash like a dip, licked a lick. My first reaction was bitter and spicy, my eyebrows tightened, my face flushed red, and I asked grandpa with a grim expression, "What's so good about this wine?" Grandpa, however, shook his glass, looked out the window and said to me, "The golden bottle of wine bucket ten thousand, jade plate of precious shame straight ten thousand money."
This is the story between my grandfather and me. I love him and honor him!
Such a person makes me respect 11"Grandma, I am so bored! You tell me a story." Grandma was sitting in the doorway and I walked over to her.
"Well ...... I don't know any legends or anything, so I'll tell about people, let's talk about your neighbor Granny Lin."
"She ah, originally had a happy family, harm, the reason can only say that the creation of people, was good, but her husband who did the construction industry in the work of an accident, gone. Lin, at that time, everyone was living a very hard life, also have their own life, it is impossible to help her take care of her son. In order to this poor child ah, she is also desperate, a woman hard, the child to pay for the university."
It turns out that Granny Lin also has such a past.
So, it turns out that the grandmother Lin has such a sad experience, too!
I can't help but feel a sense of respect for Granny Lin.
Seeing Granny Lin again, I saw her slightly bowed, her eyes often squinted, with a nanmu comb in her hair, and her face, which was always serious, looked kind, and she went out with a hoe, seemingly to plow the land again. "Hello Granny Lin, have you eaten?" I walked over to greet her. "Hm? Good morning. I've eaten, have you eaten?" Granny Lin turned back and asked. "Uh, just had breakfast." I approached her and said, this close, only to find that Granny Lin has many wrinkles on her face, her hair is gradually white, but there is a kind smile on that face.
Later, I asked my grandmother why Granny Lin had to plow the land when she was so old. Grandma just sighed: "She, I guess she has been working for too long and can't stay idle."
Granny Lin, like the plum blossom in the winter, is not afraid of the cold, and it is her spirit that makes me respect her
Granny is not a big fan of quarrelling with people, and she doesn't argue for the sake of interests, and she always gives people the impression that she is honest and peaceful. If she knew something, she wouldn't talk to people freely. She always smiled gently when she talked to people and never made exaggerated gestures or moved her fingers. I liked it very much.
Grandma's eyes were always bright, and even though the years have aged her face, her temperament and cheerful thoughts have not changed. The low-spotted bridge of the nose and wheat-colored skin, want to hair through the rustic. The pair of rough hands, a little pinch skin, will wrinkle up, but gave me warmth and security. Although he is not tall, he has supported a family. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get it right.
Grandma is extremely good. Even if she is now idle, she still has endless things to do. If the bed is not comfortable enough to sleep on, it is the ready-made wood sawed to the right size and reordered, and then laid on the quilt, but also to sleep comfortably before giving up; the roof leaks, it is a piece of brick pick up, will be a thin transparent bag cut, although already more than seventy years old, but also still step by step up the ladder on the roof, it will be a good cover, paved, until not leakage ...
The grandmother is extremely important to the people. ...
Grandma was illiterate, but that didn't stop her from learning. One of the most popular songs was Mao Zedong's songs. If anyone wanted to listen to them, she never opened her mouth. She loved both storytelling and listening to stories. Once wanted to tell her to listen to the example of Gorky, did not say a few sentences, but she talked about it. Can not help but be very surprised, she smiled and explained that her grandfather was literate, when he was alive, the two men rested after the farm work, she would want her grandfather to tell the story in the book. She also repented, helpless old lady then was feudal, although as long as a penny to go to school, she also firmly disagreed: "Read more books, is useless."
She, like a quiet saint. The fact that it is so plain and simple, but also so let me feel extraordinary, respectable.
Such a person makes me respect 13This time I will say, is a foreign friend.
His name is Bian De, from the U.S. state of San Andreas, is currently working as a teacher in China, yes, he is my teacher.
Maybe it's because it's hard for black people to get jobs in the US, he chose to go to China, but I think with his handsome face, he won't be worried about finding a job anywhere: although he's tanned, he's full of energy, with glowing eyes and hair that isn't curled like the rest of the black population, but is a cute little flat head. Mr. Border is tall, but a sense of graciousness radiates from the inside out, and doesn't make people afraid to approach just because they're tall.
But these are not the reasons why I respect him, I respect him because he has given his heart and soul to the cause of education in China.
How many times did Mr. Biande prepare his lessons at night until twelve o'clock, because during the day he had to give English lessons to children in three places in a row. But even so, his class is very lively and interesting, not because he did not have a good rest, and make the whole class boring, because of this, we all like to go to Mr. Biande's class.
This respectable teacher nurturing, he never face to teach, talking is never a fine voice, but this does not prevent us from listening to his words, the results are very good, I think a lot of famous school teachers should learn from him. It is like a key that opens the lock of confinement to English in our hearts, leads us to the temple of knowledge, and stimulates our interest in English.
I remember once, in the third grade, our four little friends were very excited, and kept talking and talking and talking, and even the teacher talked to us and could not hear, at that time, I noticed that the teacher's face was a little hard to see, as if angry, but the next second, the teacher took control of himself, and shouted out the name of the four of us, and we thought that this is bad, but the teacher said with a very comical and hilarious voice: "Please listen carefully!" We were amused, and at the same time, our attention returned to the class.
I have a lot of respect for Mr. Biande, even though I am not his student now, but I will never forget what he did in the classroom and what he did for the cause of education in China.
Such a person makes me respect 14"I stand on top of a high mountain ......" The sound of reading is getting smaller and smaller, through a layer of glass, reflecting a yellowish light shining out of the translucent raindrops outside. The rain was loud "clattering - clattering -" as if to disrupt the neat sound of reading ......
After class, the rain outside is still very heavy, the sky is also very dark, I hold the umbrella to run quickly in the direction of home. There was something deep in the alley, getting closer and closer - a man with a hat and a garbage truck. There was only enough room in the alley for a garbage truck, and I took a few steps back as he came over.
"Little sister! You go over first!" The booming voice somehow gave me a tinge of warmth. When I got closer, the first glance seemed to be just seeing an old man, but on closer inspection, the hat on this old man's head kept dripping down, and the water fell on his glasses, wrinkles, and the tip of his nose. In short, the whole person is like fishing up from the water.
A trace of tenderness flowed out of his eyes.
Looking at my somewhat surprised eyes, he slowly said, "You. You ah, and my granddaughter looks like, only, she had a car accident and passed away ......"
"Don't be sad! There are many other people in this world who respect you as much as I do, you're not alone!" I said with firm eyes. And he was very happy, "Hahaha! It's the first time someone said that about me! Thank you so much! Before, I thought the life of a cleaner was hard, but some people would smile at me as if they appreciated me. So I work hard every day to bring a beautiful environment to people. My granddaughter was happy too. But, knowing that my granddaughter died ......, I looked at him with a look of sadness in my eyes. I was just about to speak when he beat me to it, saying softly, "Go back, your parents are going to be worried."
I nodded and turned around with a wave of my hand, those words stayed with me for a long time. What kind of mood was he in? How was he holding up? These I have no way of knowing, I only know that he is a great man, he is a strong man.
Such a person let me respect 15
In this park, lawn, street, road, and so on, and even next to the garbage cans, are scattered really all kinds of people thrown all kinds of garbage, all kinds of colors of melon rinds, all kinds of food bags, but also from time to time there will be a few plastic bags floating in the wind.
When people lie in bed, doing sweet dreams, when everywhere is a peaceful, only full of street lights and in the sky blinking ah blinking little stars reflecting on the earth. At this time, the sanitation workers have been in the streets and alleys began to fight. Sanitation workers use their sweat to wash away the dirt in every corner of the world. With their sleeping time for people to create a fresh air, clean ground, exceptionally beautiful living environment. Such a person is worth every one of us to respect!
Sanitation workers are ordinary. They are obscure, not at all noticeable. Ordinary is not known, not valued. However, it is these ordinary, obscure sanitation workers day after day, year after year with their own dirty. In exchange for the cleanliness of all homes. Such a person is worth every one of us to respect!
In the hot summer, we are all at home blowing the air conditioning of more than twenty degrees. Hiding on the sofa, watching TV, playing with cell phones. But how many people know that in such close to more than 40 degrees Celsius heat. Sanitation workers must work for several hours in the sun. Cold winter days, we are at home roasting a warm stove, blowing hot air conditioning, sanitation workers are still cleaning, the city's health, clean the ground of snow. Whether it's winter or summer, sanitation workers are beautifying every corner of China. It is really worthy of the title of "city beautician" which is admired by people.
If there is no sanitation workers, the city will be littered with garbage; if there is no sanitation workers, the public will not be able to work and live normally; if there is no sanitation workers, the appearance of the city will be eclipsed.
Thank you - our city beautician! You are worthy of respect from each of us!