1. Composition "Sanitation workers moved me the most"
The workers who moved me - sanitation workers Sanitation workers, an ordinary name, a group of ordinary workers, a group of Respectable worker! In winter, the cold wind is biting, and occasionally a car hurriedly drives by on the deserted street. Pedestrians wearing thick down jackets and gloves hurried past, and thin-clothed sanitation workers swept the road with big brooms.
The biting cold wind had turned their hands stiff and swollen from the cold. In spring, everything revives, and the cherry trees on both sides of Yingchun Street are covered with heavy cherries. The spring breeze blows, and the ripe cherries roll from the branches to the ground.
When a car ran over it, the chokecherries stuck to the ground. Under the tree, sanitation workers wearing yellow vests were sweeping the cherries on the road with big brooms.
However, the chokecherries that were run over by the car could not be swept away with a broom, so the sanitation workers found shovels and repeatedly cleaned the road. Sometimes, for personal gain, some people climb the treetops, pick chokecherries and sell them for money, and throw the broken branches on the ground.
When the sanitation workers saw it, they did not complain, but patiently persuaded them. Some people even cursed and said some nasty words.
This immediately formed a sharp contrast with the noble image of sanitation workers. In summer, the sun is blazing and the heat is unbearable. Cars drive by quickly on the road. Passers-by eat popsicles and hold sun umbrellas. Sanitation workers stick to their posts and endure the pungent stench of garbage.
Big beads of sweat rolled from his forehead to the ground, extinguishing a trace of dust. In autumn, the fallen leaves are fluttering, quickly covering the earth with a carpet.
Sanitation workers swept the road repeatedly with big brooms, cleaning every street. On New Year's Eve, everyone is having New Year's Eve dinner, but sanitation workers are still cleaning the road... It goes like this year after year, day after year; in spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is severely cold and scorching; it is the same all year round! They leave early and come home late, and the salary is meager, but they don't complain at all.
Chilblains on the ears, calluses on the hands, dark skin, blood blisters on the soles of the feet... aren't these the best witnesses of years of labor? Sanitation workers use their sweat to water the beauty of the city, and use their hard work to keep the city clean and tidy! Our Yuxi is now one of the "top ten livable cities in the country" and a "landscaped city". Now we are working hard to create a national first-class sanitary city. And these are inseparable from the hard work of sanitation workers day and night.
As a member of the city, we should protect the environment, not litter, and cherish the fruits of labor of sanitation workers>. 2. Composition "Sanitation workers moved me the most"
The workers who moved me - sanitation workers
Sanitation workers, an ordinary name, a group of ordinary workers, a group of Respectable worker!
In winter, the cold wind is biting, and occasionally a car hurriedly drives by on the deserted street. Pedestrians wearing thick down jackets and gloves hurried past, and sanitation workers with thin clothes held big brooms to "scrub" Sweeping the road. The biting cold wind had made their hands stiff and swollen from the cold.
In spring, everything revives, and the cherry trees on both sides of Yingchun Street are covered with heavy cherries. The spring breeze blows, and the ripe cherries roll from the branches to the ground. When a car ran over it, the chokecherries stuck to the ground. Under the tree, sanitation workers wore yellow vests and used big brooms to clean the cherries on the road. However, the chokecherries that had been run over by the car could not be swept away with a broom, so the sanitation workers brought in shovels and repeatedly cleaned the road. Sometimes, for their own gain, some people
climb into the treetops, pick chokecherries, sell them for money, and throw the broken branches on the ground. When the sanitation workers saw it, they did not complain, but patiently persuaded them. Some people even cursed and said some nasty words.
This immediately formed a sharp contrast with the noble image of sanitation workers.
In summer, the sun is blazing and the heat is unbearable. Cars drive by quickly on the road. Passers-by eat popsicles and hold sun umbrellas. Sanitation workers stick to their posts and endure the pungent smell of garbage. Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead to the ground, extinguishing a trace of dust.
In autumn, the fallen leaves are fluttering, quickly covering the earth with a carpet. Sanitation workers took big brooms and swept the roads repeatedly, sweeping every street.
On New Year’s Eve, everyone is eating New Year’s Eve dinner, but sanitation workers are still cleaning the road...
In this way, year after year, day after year; spring, summer, autumn and winter. , severe cold and severe weather; all year round! They leave early and come home late, and the salary is meager, but they don't complain at all. Frostbite on the ears, calluses on the hands, dark skin, blood blisters on the soles of the feet... Aren't these the best witnesses of years of hard work? Sanitation workers use their sweat to water the beauty of the city, and use their hard work to keep the city clean and tidy!
Our Yuxi is now one of the "top ten livable cities in the country" and a "landscaped city". Now we are working hard to create a national first-class sanitary city. And these are inseparable from the hard work of sanitation workers day and night.
As a member of the city, we should protect the environment, not litter, and cherish the fruits of labor of sanitation workersgt; 3. A 450-word essay about a thing that touched me about a sanitation worker
When the noisy streets have returned to calm and the crowded cars have stopped running, do you know who is still working tirelessly? When the naughty children have already fallen asleep and the bustling night market has entered the dreamland, do you know who is still working hard? It is the hard-working sanitation workers who are dressing up the new dawns for people.
On winter nights, cotton-padded clothes soaked with sweat turn into ice armor; in summer, clothes soaked by rain stick to the whole body. They do not complain or complain. For the sake of people's health, they accept hardship and tiredness, and they also accept dirt and odor. These are some ordinary workers who leave the dirty and tiredness to themselves and dedicate the cleanliness and beauty to others. Although their bodies are covered with dust, they have shining hearts. How many times have we helped people in danger and how many times have we saved people from illness? This is a common thing in the sanitation team. These are just such ordinary workers, such respectable workers, who are doing extraordinary things in their ordinary jobs. It is this ordinary that breeds greatness, and it is this ordinary that contains glory. Aren’t these the true portrayal of the spirit of sanitation workers?
If life in every city is like a magnificent symphony, then sanitation workers are like notes on a musical score. Although the notes are so small and ordinary, they make a pleasant sound in their specific positions.
It is the small notes that combine to form the harmonious main melody of urban life, and it is the ordinary notes that compose the high-pitched and exciting sound of the times.
If our motherland is like a world with brilliant stars, then sanitation workers are like twinkling stars. Although people don't know their names, they emit beams of light and heat in their own life tracks to selflessly illuminate others.
It is precisely because of countless unknown stars that the magnificent Milky Way is formed; it is precisely because of these countless unknown stars that the brilliant starry sky is formed.
I praise the ordinary notes and the unknown stars. I praise you even more sincerely, the respectable sanitation worker! 4. I was moved by environmental protection workers. An 800-word essay
The spotless streets and roads reflect the brilliance of the sun, making them sparkle, like flawless jasper, extremely beautiful. Whose credit is this? Woolen cloth? This is our unknown sanitation worker who devotes himself without asking for anything in return.
When we litter the streets, have you ever noticed them? When you walk over easily, they will immediately come to clean up the garbage you threw away. Big beads of sweat keep falling down, and it seems like it is raining heavily on the ground. But they don’t have any complaints or dissatisfaction, and they still clean up hard. Clean the garbage on the ground carefully and clean our streets so that they can make our society better.
I remember that day, it was the autumn season, and the yellow leaves and dust seemed to deliberately test our sanitation. Workers are floating everywhere, like naughty children running around and unable to be caught; and like headless flies, flying here and there without any rules and unable to be touched. It's like seeing a kite in the sky for the first time, flying higher and higher, and can't even see it...
"How are you sweeping this!" I felt angry for the sanitation worker, but I couldn't help. He was so busy that he had to stand next to him and watch. I saw that the sanitation worker's waist could no longer straighten because he had been bending to sweep garbage for a long time. His hands were covered with vicissitudes of life and were covered with calluses. His face was full of wrinkles. It has a waxy color like a candle that has burned to the end. He wears a pair of shoes with worn soles. The patched old clothes are like treasures in his eyes. He is very careful, for fear of damaging them. It got dirty.
Fallen leaves were flying all over the sky and dust was floating everywhere, but there was no trace of fear in the eyes of the sanitation worker uncle, but self-confidence occupied his heart. He was seen deftly holding a broom and He picked up a dustpan and began to "bathe" the street. He first swept up most of the fallen leaves around him, then packed them up with a dustpan and poured them into the cleaning truck. Then he went to a farther place and repeated this process. Repeat this three times. After the action, the uncle, the sanitation worker, was already sweating profusely. The sweat dripped down the outline of his face to the ground, like crystal snowflakes, which were dried instantly by the dry weather. The sweat continued to flow down, and the uncle did not Resting, as if competing with beads of sweat.
After nearly an hour, the street finally returned to its previous cleanliness and was spotless again. But the clothes of our uncle, the sanitation worker, had long been soaked, but he didn’t With a complaint, he pushed the cleaning truck with difficulty, carrying a dustpan and a broom, and went to clean another street...
These are the cleaning staff in our city - sanitation workers. Although they are in the upper reaches of society, At the bottom, they are also the foundation of this society. Without their hard work and selfless dedication, our environment has been seriously polluted, and we humans will not be able to survive. My dear sanitation workers! 5. Composition about a thing that moved me
A thing that moved me deeply buried in my heart many people who moved me.
There are teachers, classmates, and policemen... Among them, the person who moved me the most was the sanitation cleaner, and what one of the sanitation workers did deeply shocked my heart. She is about 30 years old, has a pair of bright eyes, and always has a smile on her face, which makes people feel particularly friendly.
Every time I go to school or after school, I can see her hard work. A touching incident from last summer is still flashing in my mind.
It was a Sunday and I was going to a math tutoring class. There was a gutter opposite the door. The gutter was full of smelly garbage. Everyone who walked by covered their noses and stayed away.
It was almost noon when school was over. When I walked to the door, I saw a hard-working figure lying on the gutter that everyone feared from a distance.
I walked closer and saw that it was the sanitation aunt I admired most. She was fishing out a lot of peels and waste paper from the gutter with her hands... I shed tears at that time.
Despite the hot weather and the rapidly rising stench, which became unbearable, she continued to scoop out garbage.
After a long time, the gutter was finally clear, but he had a painted face. After cleaning the place, she went back and forth between cars and pedestrians to clean up the garbage on the road.
Seeing this scene, I was completely moved by this dedicated cleaning lady. My admiration for the cleaning lady emerged spontaneously. She worked tirelessly to create a beautiful environment for people... How valuable your spirit is. Although you are ordinary, you are also great. You are Always moved me. 6. An essay about sanitation workers
The orange figure Wang Juandi, Class 1 (2), Grade 1, No. 12 Middle School, Xunyang District, Jiujiang City Jiangnan Metropolis Daily 2009-12-01 Winter mornings seem particularly deserted, and occasionally there are The morning cars drove through the streets with morning frost, which was the prelude to the morning market. I still insisted on running every morning to appreciate the warmth of the city's awakening. There was a "rustling" sound not far away. I knew, It's not just that you leave early, but people leave early. Besides her, the aunt in the orange mandarin jacket, who else would be so diligent in the cold winter? As I got closer, sure enough, an orange-red figure caught my eye, and the three words behind it conveyed the message "cleaning staff." The face was so weathered, and the road was so clean. When she saw me, she smiled and stopped. She came down, wiped her forehead with her sleeves, took off her coat and put it on the steel pipe handle of the garbage truck, and continued to sweep the garbage. Her movements were slow, and she beat her waist from time to time. The strands of white hair on her temples were transparent. It showed her age and bitterness. She stood up straight panting, rested her hand on the broom, and shoveled a pile of leaves and garbage into the garbage truck several times. I bumped into her several times during my morning jog, even if I didn't recognize her. Knowing that she was a "city beautician", I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart and admire her hard work. "Auntie, how much is your salary for one month's work?" I asked a little abruptly. This was of course out of sympathy. , also a little curious, without any malicious intent of ridicule. She looked at me silently, quickly looked down, then lowered her head and waved the broom, "More than three hundred." After such hard work, only more than three hundred? Why choose such a low-paying but tiring job? She continued to work, with a bit of calmness in her wry smile. It turned out that she had a son in high school at home, her husband died of illness a few years ago, she had no money, and she was uneducated, "I had no choice but to... this job *** Come on, let's beautify it." What about the work in our city?" She spoke calmly and intermittently, as if she was telling someone else's story, so calmly, but the last sentence made me secretly surprised. She may have heard this from her management leader. More, remember. It was said naturally by a simple and educated cleaner, which really made my heart warm. I smiled slightly, said "goodbye" to show politeness, turned around and ran back slowly. .Stepping on the smooth and flat street, with the slightly rickety orange background in front of her eyes, she can't help but have a lot of thoughts. In comparison, she is more glorious than some people who sit in the office playing cards, playing computer, and chatting. She uses her She works hard and sweats to support her family and send her son to school. Although she is uneducated, her heart is noble. Although her salary is not high, she does not complain or blame others, and silently does her part for urban civilization. In this way. A person who cannot be defeated by embarrassment and difficulties. Today’s society needs people with this kind of perseverance and hard work spirit! The sound of "簌簌" is getting farther and farther away, but the orange figure and simple words still remain in my mind, lingering for a long time. The brief review is written about the small people in the disadvantaged group, and it is not to disclose anything. The dark side is meant to express a spirit of being simple, hard-working, and silently dedicated to the construction of urban civilization. The author of the study uses materials and words to narrate the plight of "her" sanitation worker, but does not exaggerate the sadness, but focuses on it. Inspired by the inner spirit, the full text is bright and refreshing. The writing is fresh and elegant, without any pretense of profundity or nonsensical lamentations. The beginning describes the street scene in the early morning, with three or two strokes showing movement; in the middle, it says "she" sweeps the streets and cleans up the dirt. Actions, meticulous and sincere.
7. Composition on the beauty in ordinary things (sanitation workers)
The voice of the ordinary sanitation workers Sha, Sha, sounded in my ears again. This familiar and unfamiliar back figure is in every morning, they Waving a big broom, sweeping the road spotless. Let us live in a clean, elegant and tidy environment. They are ordinary jobs, ordinary even let us forget them, the orange clothes are so bright. They greet us every day The rising sun, in order to clean the city, they waved big brooms as if they were painting a beautiful picture on the wide road. The cleaners forgot the dust, but they were still sweeping in the smoke, no matter it was severe cold In the scorching heat, I would see them working hard every day. For the sake of keeping the city clean and tidy, they would not hesitate to give up their rest time to make the city cleaner and tidier. I originally thought this was their duty. However, in Once I was moved by them. The weather that day was very bad. The northwest wind was blowing the snowflakes like crazy. The snowflakes were also mixed with rain. The rain fell to the ground and turned into ice, which was also covered with snow. I walked by myself. In this slippery snow, thinking that the weather is so cold today, the cleaners will definitely not come to sweep the snow for us. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but look forward. Suddenly, I saw that familiar person again Figures, they took shovels and brooms to clear away the ice and snow. They opened a path for us, which brought us convenience. Walking on this path, I felt safer and more secure than ever before. Watching them go away I can't help but feel the figures everywhere, who sweeps away the dust every morning, it's them; who takes the dust away, it's them; who is waving the broom handle in the smoky air every day The roads are cleaned; it is them - cleaners. Although this is an ordinary profession, their work is extraordinary. Cleaners, we cannot live without you. Without you, our city will no longer be clean and tidy, and we will not live. In a comfortable and elegant environment, cleaners, you are great, you are ordinary... 8. A 600-word essay on micro-feelings in the life of a sanitation worker
A noble man, the cleaner, walks on the road without a trace of dust in the early morning, smells the fragrant fragrance of flowers, and breathes the air freely in the sunshine. Have you ever thought about someone? An ordinary, forgotten person - a cleaner.
On the bustling urban streets, there are busy figures of cleaners. The prosperity of the city dilutes them in the carnival, no one will notice them, no one will face their existence.
Even so, the cleaners did not complain and still worked in obscurity. There are figures of cleaners in the morning mist, figures of cleaners at sunset, and their backs in the hazy night... I remember one early morning, a young man was crossing the road, and the auntie cleaner was not there. He noticed that the dirt he swept splashed on the young man's pants. The cleaner came over to help him dust the dirt without saying a word and apologized profusely.
This is the noble quality of the cleaner who has him in mind and pays attention to others. Who says that cleaners are humble, they are just as great; who says cleaners are insignificant, they stand up as great as us.
They built a clean and environmentally friendly city with their hard-working hands; they work hard every day in obscurity. Although they are ordinary, they are dazzling. They are dazzling gems and environmental ambassadors of the city.
Wherever they go, there will be cleanness and brightness. Wherever they are, there will be green hope. 9. A 600-word essay about the micro-feelings in the life of a sanitation worker
A noble cleaner
In the early morning, walking on the road without a trace of dust, smelling the fragrant fragrance of flowers, Have you ever thought about someone when you were breathing the air freely under the sun? An ordinary, forgotten person - a cleaner.
On the bustling urban streets, there are busy figures of cleaners. The prosperity of the city dilutes them in the carnival, no one will notice them, no one will face their existence. Even so, the cleaners did not complain and still worked in obscurity.
There are figures of cleaners in the morning mist, there are figures of cleaners in the sunset, there are figures of cleaners in the hazy night...
Remember One morning, a young man was crossing the road. The cleaner accidentally splashed the dirt on the young man's pants. Without saying a word, the cleaner came over to help him dust the dirt and apologized repeatedly. This is the noble quality of the cleaner who has him in mind and pays attention to others.
Who says that cleaners have humble positions, they are just as great; who says cleaners are insignificant, they stand up as great as us.
They built a clean, environmentally friendly city with their hard-working hands; they work hard every day in obscurity. Although they are ordinary, they are dazzling. They are dazzling gems and environmental messengers of the city. Wherever they go, there will be cleanness and brightness. Wherever they are, there will be green hope.