Who goes out of his way to start his day's labor while people are still asleep? Who braves the heat and cleans our streets under the scorching sun? It is the most admired, the cleaners who clean the environment every day in silence.
One day at 5 o'clock, my mom and I got up early to climb the mountain, thinking that no one would get up earlier than us. Who knows just out of the house, I heard a "giggle" sound, hey, how? Follow the sound of the look, is a cleaner aunt, hand holding a broom is serious and meticulous sweeping it! Ah, there are people who get up earlier than us, it's the cleaning lady! Doesn't she want to sleep in? Isn't she afraid of hard work? No, she is trying to create a clean and tidy environment for us, no matter how hard or tired she is, she has no complaints.
Midday climbing back, the hot sun scorching the earth, and tired and hot, I do not even want to walk. At this time, the street is sparsely populated, the conditions of the people are hiding into the air-conditioned house comfortable to go. Passed from a clothing store, a beautiful woman in the store is opening the door to spit, almost spit on me, I am angry for this uncivilized beauty, the cleaning lady aunt but came over, without saying a word, head down to clean up, and then picked up the side of the cans thrown into the garbage cans. Look at her dusty clothes have been soaked with sweat, a bead of sweat on her face is down the cheek. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart, and even respect. Is she not afraid of dirt and heat? It is not, is "would rather a person dirty, in exchange for ten thousand clean" a high sense of responsibility in driving her; is to sacrifice themselves, dedication to others noble sentiments in guiding her.
Under the hot sun, I admire the road cleaning aunt, I praise the road cleaning aunt!
Composition in praise of cleaners 2Whenever I see a roadside cleaner, I think of the cleaner aunt who was in my neighborhood that evening. She had round eyes, a dark face, plain clothes, and a beautiful heart despite her ordinary appearance.
One evening, because of the power outage, my father and I went to the bottom of the building to cool off. Suddenly my eyes fell on a pair of young people on the bench, this man and a woman are sitting on the chair while eating and chatting, the female youth lowered his head in the pear peeling, pear skin fell on the ground, the male youth and the female youth side of the talk, the side of melon seeds, melon shells thrown all over the ground. I thought to myself, "This is really immoral! At this time, the cleaning lady from work happened to pass by here, she saw this scene, said to the man and woman, "Comrade, please throw the garbage into the garbage can." The man and woman looked the auntie up and down, with a mocking smile on their faces: "You're just a cleaner, who asked you to mind your own business." The cleaning lady didn't get angry, but said calmly, "Yes, I am a sweeper, and this is a very insignificant job, but think about it, if everyone did what you do, then how dirty our neighborhood would become!" The two men were not touched by Auntie's words, instead they stood up and gave Auntie a stern look, then walked away without looking back. Auntie saw shook her head and walked away, I thought auntie went home, but after a few minutes, the cleaner auntie came back, only to see her with a dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other, sweeping the garbage they left behind clean. Looking at her back that far away, I gradually understand: she in order to everyone can live in a beautiful environment to work in obscurity, she is my side of the noble people, I admire her!
Composition in praise of the cleaners 3
Hangzhou at 4 in the morning.
The sky is still light.
There are only a few pedestrians on the road, and the sanitation worker, Auntie Zhang, has come to the road early to start the day's work.
Along the edges of the road, Auntie Zhang cleverly swept with a broom "swish", not sparing any garbage.
The day gradually brightened up, the temperature is gradually rising, sweat soaked Auntie Zhang's hair, she sat down on the side of the road, took out a towel to dry forehead, neck, soybean sweat beads, and use the hand as a comb, a lock of locks, one by one, one by one, in front of the forehead of the emanations, and vigorously to the back of the head wiped wipe, wiped. She gently breathed a sigh of relief, took out a cup of water from her bag, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.
Looking at the empty water cup, Auntie Zhang got up and went to a convenience store. She chose and chose on the shelves, and finally chose a bottle of Nongfushanquan, and walked to the cashier: "How much is this?"
"Two dollars." The cashier replied.
After hearing this, Auntie Zhang pursed her lips, looked at her flat pockets, shook slightly, and walked out of the convenience store. She walked straight into a public **** toilet, at the sink to fill up a bottle of cloudy tap water, "gulp" several mouthfuls in a row.
After the sun went down, it was noon. Auntie Zhang bought a steamed bun, came to a quiet aisle to sit down, just ready to eat, a turn of the head, she saw a corner sitting in tattered clothes homeless, is leaning against the wall to sleep. Without hesitation, she broke the steamed bread in her hand into two, walked to the homeless man, gently shook him awake, and stuffed half of the steamed bread into his hands. Auntie Zhang hurriedly finished her lunch and continued to clean up the garbage.
In the afternoon, the road was already clean, and Auntie Zhang's busy day was finally over. She took off her work clothes, put on a clean shirt, and got on a bus. There were a lot of empty seats in the car, passengers are sitting comfortably, either enjoying the scenery outside the car, or swiping the phone in the hand. Auntie Zhang, however, did not sit, she has been standing quietly by the armrests, the bus driver reminded her to sit down, she smiled and said, "My pants are too dirty, so I do not sit."
Auntie Zhang returned home, has been the night twilight, waiting for her, is the next 4 am.
Essay in praise of the cleaners 4In the windy, cold and clear morning, there came the sound of bell after bell "Dingdong `Dingdong~". That is the sound of the cleaner's bell, which is used to remind people to take out the garbage. He pulls a big garbage truck, and every time he walks through a street, he cleans up the garbage in the garbage cans that he puts outside his door, and they are the cleaners who are busy in the early hours of the morning every day.
One morning, I found several sweaty cleaners on the road in my neighborhood. The cleaners have to start their day's work at four o'clock in the morning. These cleaners wore a red and white cap on their heads and a red and white suit and pants. They hold a big broom in their hands and push a cart for garbage. The sound of them sweeping the floor broke the dream of each of us, brush-brush look! They were at work again, sweat pouring down drop by drop, sweat soaked their shoulders. They carefully put the garbage into the garbage truck, and their mouths kept making hoo-hoo-hoo sounds. But they still have to work hard to sweep the floor, because they do not let the beautiful home pollution. Looking at their hard work, and then see those people littering, I have a feeling of anger in my heart.
If we can not litter, we will give the home less pollution and add a beautiful home. That will make the home better and more gorgeous!
Every dream is worth irrigating, every dream should bloom, and everyone should wait. They are the cleaners of silent dedication! They have a far-reaching dream cleaners! They are the cleaners I most admire! In their bodies, I see the infinite luster.
Comment: In every corner of the big city, in fact, are full of like cleaners as obscure grassroots family, for the development of the big city to dedicate their strength. The small reporter's article focuses on the cleaners who are not paid much attention to, and advocates everyone to take care of the environment, which is a very novel genre. And the article shows very sincere feelings! At the end of the article, he even used lyrics to sing praises, which is very good! I hope the reporter will continue to work hard!
In praise of the cleaners essay 5I respect a lot of people: traffic police, teachers ...... However, one of the people I admire the most, is an uncle. Although they do not know each other, I know that he is a cleaner.
He used to work in the neighborhood where I used to live, and every day he had to clean the whole neighborhood, and his work seemed to make people look down on him. But what place doesn't need a cleaner? That uncle, no matter if it was windy, rainy or cold, had to go out to work when there were still a few stars in the sky to accomplish his simple but difficult task. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, even if you are sick, will not change.
I remember that it was a late fall in the morning, I got up to drink water, suddenly, from downstairs came the "brush brush" sound. I thought to myself, "What's that sound? Is it someone sweeping the floor? No, it was only three o'clock! I'd better go and take a look. I went to the balcony and looked down. Oh, it was the uncle. He was holding a sweeping tool in his left hand and pushing a cart with garbage in his right hand. Since there was a short but fierce rainstorm at midnight that day, the road was covered with puddles of water and leaves that had been knocked down. The uncle then wore rainboots and swept the water from the entire neighborhood into the sewers and the fallen leaves into the carts. In the morning, the neighborhood was as clean as ever, as if nothing had happened last night. But the uncle has been exhausted, his face is a dense bead of sweat.
This uncle is not afraid of dirty, not afraid of hard, willing to dedication to the spirit of my admiration. Although his position is ordinary, but also indispensable to everyone's life. His heart is beautiful, and his contribution is even greater!
Praise for the cleaners essay 6I respect the person you know who is? You must not know it! Let me tell you, the person I respect most is the cleaner.
I used to think otherwise. It was only after the facts educated me that I changed my opinion.
When I was writing homework at home, I often heard a burst of "rustle rustle" sweeping sound from outside the window, interrupting my thoughts on homework. So I can't do my homework; I can't sleep when I hear this sound, because I hate this sound, and I hate the people who make this sound even more - the cleaners. I think some cleaners won't do anything big, so they have to do this kind of dirty and erratic work.
Once, I went to the street to buy some candy and melon seeds. When I got home, I sat in front of the window and ate the melons and candies, reading a book while throwing the shells out of the window, and in less than half an hour I ate all the candies and melons I had bought.
Later, I went to the living room to watch TV, and when I watched it, I heard that "rustling" sound again. I am those nasty cleaners to sweep the floor again. So I went to the window to watch. At that moment, I saw that the cleaner was sweeping the floor of the window tirelessly. He swept a few times without getting it clean, but he didn't get discouraged and continued to sweep, sweeping out the melon shells embedded in the cracks of the head, and even digging out some of the fruit shells he couldn't get out with his hands, and tearing up the sugar paper that was stuck on the floor. I blushed because I knew I had caused trouble for the cleaner. I thought to myself how wrong I was. If everyone in the world was like me, what would the world be like? Wouldn't it be a world of garbage? Thanks to some cleaners, the world is so clean and beautiful. I will never litter again and I will respect the cleaners!
The cleaners are so selfless, they sweep the streets in silence, and get up the earliest, do the most. More tired, they are not because they do not earn much, and do not want to do more, but do more vigorously, so that the environment is more clean. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
Here I would like to remind everyone: do not throw garbage and shells, so that the cleaners a little less labor, a little more rest, so that the motherland is more prosperous, so that the world has become a better place!
Praise the cleaners essay 7At four o'clock in the morning, the sky is not yet bright, the light through the leaves on the road sprinkled with strings of light points.
A sanitation worker waved a broom and swept the leaves and garbage on the road. She is Auntie Zhang.
Fifty years old, orange overalls, orange cap, rings and bracelets on the hands, earrings on the ears, this is the first impression that Auntie Zhang left me.
Sweeping tired, Auntie Zhang sat down on the flower beds to rest, a moment later, she picked up the broom continue to sweep. The sun is gradually rising, the temperature is getting higher and higher, Auntie Zhang sweating, but still keep waving the hand broom. After a long time, she sat down and took a sip of water. There was only a little water left in the kettle, and she tilted her head up and drank the water from the kettle without leaving a drop.
Putting away the kettle, Auntie Zhang got up and went to a small store, looked left and right on the shelves, and finally picked the cheapest bottle of water and asked the boss for the price, who replied, "Two dollars." She did not say a word, frowned slightly, thoughtfully turned and left the store.
What was in Auntie Zhang's mind? For her, two dollars may be able to do a lot of things, riding the bus is two dollars, a bottle of water is also two dollars. This two dollars to take the bus back much more cost-effective, why buy water? She went straight to a public **** toilet, in front of the faucet to catch a full bottle of water, gulping it down.
The sun climbed, climbed to the zenith, at noon, Auntie Zhang came to a pedestrian crossing to eat lunch. She took out a steamed bun from the bag she was carrying, and was about to eat it, when she suddenly realized that there was a homeless man sitting opposite her. At this moment, she did not have any hesitation, the steamed buns into two, gave the homeless man a copy, he ate the rest of a copy.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Auntie Zhang finally got off work. She changed into a clean crimson blouse and climbed onto the bus to go home. There are not many passengers on this bus, and there are still many empty seats, but she did not sit, and has been standing. The driver uncle reminded her to sit down, she smiled and said, "My pants are too dirty, so I will not sit down."
Auntie Zhang's day was very small to herself and generous to others. She, a person who always thinks of others, an ordinary and great person.
In this world, there are a lot of people who like to desperately pursue fame and fortune, and spend money like dirt to build up a splendid high-level villa, enjoying the glory and wealth. But there is a kind of people, but with these people have a world of difference, they do not want to enjoy the glory and wealth, they work every day, quietly pay, do not ask for return, because the world has them, so we can be so perfect.
Among these people, cleaners are the best example. Some road sweeping cleaners, because of the fear of too many vehicles, so they have to early every morning, reluctantly open their eyes to sleep, on the street sweeping, and their work is very dangerous, because they are very likely to be speeding cars a collision, the life of the spring. There is also a kind of cleaning staff, also often hovering on the line of death, at any time may cross the line of death, this kind of cleaner, is responsible for cleaning underground ditches, we absolutely do not think that sweeping underground ditches, only to sweep out the silt, in fact, these cleaning staff, must face the test of death, because they may at any time may be stepped into the bottom of the deep hollows, and even more horrible, they may be be poisoned to death because of the methane gas, so sweeping underground drains is also a very dangerous job.
Among all the cleaners, the one who wipes the glass of the building is the most dangerous one, because this kind of cleaner may fall into hell as soon as he falls, because he usually wipes the glass of dozens of floors, so if he doesn't fall to his death, he will also be scared to death, so the cleaner who wipes the glass of the building is a very dangerous job, which is discouraged by the people.
Although these people do not attract attention, but their work, but higher than the sky, the sea is deep, and their spirit of hard work, more straight to us to learn.
Praise for the cleaners essay 9The sun is blazing on a hot summer day! Persistent high temperatures make people feel the heat unbearable, even if you stand still outdoors, instantly sweating, outdoor activities for a long time will feel dizzy, in such an environment, countless outdoor laborers quietly stick to their posts, stick to their part of the duties, accept the high temperature of the "baking test", they let sweat from their skin, the corners of their eyes, sliding down, and the other side of the eyes, the other side of the eyes. Their skin, the corners of their eyes slide down, they use their own pay and perseverance, so that our city in the scorching sun is still vibrant!
In Dongfanghong Square, holding brooms and dustpans, wearing orange work clothes of sanitation workers all the way non-stop sweeping pedestrians discarded ice-cream paper, beverage bottles, hand picking up the chewing gum on the ground; peak period, the head of the hot sun walking through the traffic in the traffic directing the traffic police for the city traffic smoothly and tirelessly. Hot noon, they stood in the middle of the road, focused on directing the traffic, their side does not have a bottle of water, an umbrella, the head is a big sun, they can not care about wiping a drop of sweat, they only how to ease the congestion of traffic as soon as possible in their hearts; high-rise buildings, construction sites, construction sites, construction sites of migrant workers to add bricks and mortar for our city skyscrapers, they are in the blazing sun under construction, the perennial Outdoor labor so that their skin tanned, hands are calluses, sweat has been soaked through their clothes, beads of sweat on the face of the rain like drops down; rising temperatures, the public increased electricity consumption, power repair workers in order to cool our indoor non-stop in the city, on the poles, power workers repair circuits under the scorching sun, the branches of the tree on the robin desperately screaming "hot ah hot! "; and the mail courier, the road construction workers, bus drivers, they are all hard working outdoor laborers, are worthy of our gratitude.
When we enjoy the cool time, please do not forget those workers under the high temperature, please do not throw garbage everywhere, please comply with traffic rules, your a smile, a greeting language, a point of understanding from the heart, can be for those high temperature laborers to bring a trace of coolness. Let us pay deep respect to their selflessness, let us sincerely say to them, thank you!
Praise the cleaners essay 10I admire a very, very many people, the People's Liberation Army, doctors, ...... but I admire the most, or that every day in silence to clean up the sanitation of the cleaners.
Every morning, when people are still asleep, hard-working cleaners have begun a day of labor, some of them less than five o'clock to get up, pick up the broom, labor. Whether it is windy or rainy, cold or hot, they always clean the streets, never complain. When we live in a beautiful environment, have ever thought about who created the environment for us today, who let us walk on the road every day in a clean and dry. Cleaning people selflessly for our dedication, they do not ask for high returns, just let people live in a clean environment every day.
Summer is here, if someone asks me: "Are you hot?" I will not hesitate to answer: "Hot, hot!" Many students buy some popsicles after school to quench their heat and thirst. Most of them turned on the air conditioner when they got home and slept comfortably. Only the cleaners, sweat has long wet their clothes, face by the hot sun red, red, and did not scream.
Once, I did duty at school, saw a cleaning lady aunt in cleaning school health, she picked up the broom, one by one to sweep up the dirty things, dust raised came to her eyes, she rubbed her eyes, continue to sweep up, a drop full of pungent beads of sweat down from her cheeks, sweat her clothes wet, she did not care, I was touched by this spirit, stayed I was touched by this spirit and stayed. The ground sweeping finished, her body has long been covered with dust, slowly back to go.
I understand: cleaners for all of us in the environment, selfless dedication, obscurity, they do not ask for return, but in exchange for a better living environment. I'd rather have a dirty person than a clean house. Although he is not ordinary, but his kind of spirit is very admirable to me, sacrifice themselves, dedication to others. In my eyes, they are noble people!
Praise for the cleaners of the composition 11Eraser, we learn to live in the essential tools. Although it does not look good on the outside, it is very useful: when we write the wrong words, we can find it; when we draw the wrong picture, we can find it; even when the book cover is dirty, we can use the eraser to erase the stains on it.
The eraser is such an ordinary and indispensable thing.
The life of an eraser is very ordinary, once the package is unpacked, life begins. Gradually, the original clean 'body of the eraser became dirty, full body is getting smaller and smaller ......
I think, the eraser's life is brilliant, from life to death, always for people to dedicate their lives. In the correction stickers, correction fluid into our learning life, the role of the rubber disappeared? No! Than correction stickers and correction fluid, we prefer, more commonly used is the eraser, the eraser erases the error will not leave a trace, so that the volume surface is still clean and tidy; but correction fluid white liquid to cover up the error, it will be left in the paper is extremely incongruous traces. That is to say, some people although the appearance of ordinary, but can be silent and selfless, to help others to solve the problem, while some people have a decent appearance, bragging about themselves all day long, but can not be of much help to others.
While praising the rubber, I can't help but think of the cleaners who work so hard for us every day. They wear orange jackets, blue pants, they are like rubber, every day with a broom a little bit to remove the city's garbage, every day to do a good job "city beautician" duties, they make a good living environment for us. Unlike those who wear gorgeous, in the workplace does not enter the rules of the people.
Rubber! Cleaners! I praise you for helping others and giving of yourselves!
Essay in praise of the cleaners 12If we talk about a person I admire, it is the amiable cleaner grandfather. At first, I thought he was nothing special, but through this incident, the image of the cleaner grandfather in my mind slowly changed ......
One day on the way home from school, probably because of the cold the night before, the morning has been uncomfortable. My stomach turned over, and I tried desperately to hold back. How to hold back did not hold back, not yet walked home on the road to vomit in the neighborhood, almost even intestines to vomit out. Just as I was having a hard time, a man in a janitor's outfit, pushing a smelly garbage truck came over, he bent down to look at me, and asked with concern: "Little friend, what's wrong with you, where are you uncomfortable? Grandpa has come to give you a hand." At that moment, a bad smell hit me in the face, and I felt even worse. "It's fine, don't mind you." I hurriedly covered my nose and glared at him with slanted eyes, thinking in my heart: "Hmph, it's dirty, it stinks, get away from me. Grandpa probably realized what was going on and didn't go any further, but just stood at a distance and looked at me worriedly. After I threw up, I felt much more comfortable, so I slowly walked home. When I reached the door of my house, I subconsciously swept my eyes to the place where I had just thrown up. I saw that the cleaner was holding a broom and slowly cleaning up the dirt I had just thrown up. In a short while, the ground was clean again, and there was no trace of someone having thrown up. I was touched by this and became very curious about him. Since then, I have been paying quiet attention to him. More than half a year has passed, no matter how windy or rainy it is, he will appear on time in the neighborhood to clean up and transport garbage. In addition to doing his job, he also took great pains to publicize to people the need to protect the environment and take timely remedial measures for the destroyed grass.
The behavior of the cleaner grandfather touched me, conscientious and responsible grandfather, your ordinary work, extraordinary personality, I want to learn from you!
Praise for the cleaners essay 13Spring goes to fall, and in the blink of an eye, it's the golden season again.
Every autumn, is the most sad time for small leaves. Because of the brightly colored yellow clothes only a short time to wear, the leaves will have to say goodbye to the beautiful, with the autumn wind blowing leaves return to their roots and say goodbye to the world. The thought of their own about to fall to the ground with the wind, small leaves feel how small and helpless, yes, small leaves would like to stay in the tree, even if again for everyone to dress up the beautiful streets also line ah.
Just as the leaf was crying, a sanitation worker came to it, the sanitation worker at the same time, while the hard work of sweeping the garbage, while telling the leaf: "Although I am just an insignificant sanitation worker, but I can still contribute to the society of their own small contribution, when the day dawns when people see the neat and orderly streets, a comfortable environment will bring people This is the value of the existence of our sanitation workers, can dress up the city, I feel very proud! Small leaves, you can also make a big difference, although the fall is the end of your life, please do not be sad, I can take you to the garbage cans reunion ah, so that you in this warm space to warm up, greet each other, and tell each other the joys and sorrows of the year and the daily news it. Look, the trash can has opened its lid and is ready to embrace you! I will hum a song and push the garbage can to take you to the dumpster to burn, burning ashes can be turned into nutrients to supply the big tree, the next year, the big tree will grow to be lush, when it protects people from the wind and the rain, the small leaves you will still feel small?"
The little leaf listened to the words of the sanitation workers, no longer feel sad for themselves, it made the sanitation workers this heartfelt friend, they agreed to meet every morning. So, on the road, in the street corner, in the sidewalk, every morning can see the familiar figure of the sanitation workers, small leaves while whispering, sanitation workers while sweeping the garbage ..... Although the sweat of hard work dirty sanitation workers clothes, but he and the small leaves with each other, always silently the most beautiful world dedicated to everyone, they are the most dazzling light in this golden autumn!
In praise of the cleaners essay 14The teacher asked us what the most admired occupation, the students talked and discussed, some say it is a scientist, architect, teacher ...... and I admire the cleaners in my neighborhood.
impression, the neighborhood at all times to keep clean, the road has not seen a large garbage, which is attributed to a person - cleaner aunt. Mom told me that this aunt every day to work early in the morning to send me out to school, the neighborhood downstairs in the trash can is already clean. I remember one time, the neighborhood sewer pipe blocked, soon gave off a bad smell, mom and some aunts to find property to let people help repair. But the property delay again and again, I think because it is really too bad so no one is willing to go through it, so, a week passed, every day in such a stench under the life is really let a person uncomfortable, because no one to dredge, the sewer's more and more smelly, mom said that if the property is not come to repair, we will go to Grandma's house to live a few days, to avoid a few days.
Unexpectedly, not a moment later, the cleaner aunt appeared, she was armed neatly, with rubber gloves, rubber shoes and mask, looks like a simple version of Ultraman. Just for a moment, I think she was like a hero, she endured the unpleasant stench of the sewer, began to pass up, at first everyone stood beside the onlookers, slowly, everyone see her a person can not dredge clean, are to help out. Less than half an hour, the backlog of more than a week of the sewer pipe was dredged clean, is the stench is still there, need time to disseminate.
This aunt has a shining thing, I think that is selfless dedication, work hard and do not ask for return to do things, I hope I can also have such a character.
Praise the cleaners essay 15In the past, whenever I saw the cleaners, their dirty clothes, a kind of disgust will be covered with the whole body, see the garbage cans, but also cover their noses, fly general speed away. However, through this incident, let me completely change their views.
It was a day in the middle of winter, I happily went downstairs and found a cleaner standing next to the trash can, and then pull out those who can not pour out the garbage. Going up was disgusting I thought to myself. Thought he would cover his nose, wearing a mask to dig the color of the past look, only to see him wearing a piece of very thin clothes, face frozen red, wearing a pair of tattered cotton slippers, hands have been very dirty, there are black liquid sticking to it, nails are all yellow, a little more than transparent. Only to see him once again put his head into the garbage can, rubbing the garbage with his hands little by little. Then again into the garbage truck those who still can not pour out of the garbage again with the fingernail scraping, really can not scrape off the use of iron to scrape. When he got a trash can clean, he also rubbed it carefully, and then rubbed the next trash can.
Some people think that "cleaner" is a profession that people look down on, and also dirty, tired, and reluctant. Imagine what our streets would look like if there were no such people in our society. Would the environment be so clean? Our society can be beautiful? I think the cleaners are a very noble and great profession, they have paid a lot for our homes for our mother earth. I am very proud of them.
You are the beautician of the city, is to create a better future messenger, we praise you "cleaner"! We praise you! Whether it is cold or hot, you stick to their posts, shuttle in the road. The beauty of the city can not be separated from you, the health of the city can not be separated from you, you are a member of the beautification of the city!