When I take bus No.233, I always see a kind cleaning lady. Aunt is about 50 years old, short and reddish brown, probably because she worked in the sun for a long time and got sunburned. When I meet her, my aunt often lowers her head and carefully cleans up the garbage on the ground. Although the roadside is dusty, it is still meticulous. Even in the hot sun.
Once, I was a little late after school and someone was waiting at the station. Here, a young mother came near the station with her son, holding a used food convenience bag. It looks like it will be thrown into the trash can not far away. "Throw it to me!" Suddenly, the silent cleaning lady said to the young mother. "Nothing, nothing, the trash can is near!" The young mother smiled and said. "I'm going to fall anyway, so just throw it here!" Aunt deliberately stretched the dustpan forward and insisted ... Finally, the young mother threw the convenient bag into the dustpan and smiled gratefully.
Seeing the scene in front of me, I was a little at a loss. What did the ordinary cleaning lady bring?