Can't see the sunrise rise and the sun set; they can only work hard in the darkness of dawn, and return to that dark hut to rest in the dead of night with heavy steps. They - the pillars of the city.
Spring Lane
Came to Beijing from his hometown to work hard, and all year round, he had to burn by the fireplace; but he did not give up on his dream. Finally came together with that like-minded young man by the subway. They sang about their dreams in a small house of less than nine square meters. Their dedication to their dreams was admirable. They became grassroots talents and took the stage of the Spring Festival Gala. They - Rising Sun Yanggang.
In the summer
The hot downstage year, the sun is high up looking at the busy people on the ground. They can only feel the "warmth" of the city in summer. Outdoor 40 ° high temperature, the steel was sun as if to burn generally, but they do not care about these, carry the steel to the site to go, all the way to their sweat like the rain can not stop flowing down. On the way home, people deliberately avoided them or pinched their noses and walked by. They can only smile nervously at the passers-by, but their hearts are full of bitterness. They rush to the city because a little delay will deduct more than 30 yuan of wages; the beginning of the fall school year, the official time for children to pay tuition fees, if they do not pay, the next semester the children will be in the cold classroom without electricity, and no stove to learn. Even though it is a new semester, the children's school supplies are still the old school bags that they picked up from the garbage cans in the past few years. Looking at the city children in a semester to change the new stationery, their hearts are filled with guilt and helplessness to the children, but the children are very understanding, study hard. They - the role change.
In winter
"I lack money but not morality," Zheng Dingxiang, a Chongqing stickman, shouted out the heart of all migrant workers. Zheng Dingxiang lost with the employer, carrying tens of thousands of dollars worth of packages in the cold wind looking for employers for ten days, and finally found after the return to Zhao. Others asked him why he still owed the debt and the urgent need for money, but do not move the package. He firmly said: "I lack of money but not lack of virtue". In the eyes of migrant workers, "virtue" is so noble, so sacrosanct. They are extraordinary in the ordinary.
Walking through the four seasons, they are still the most beautiful scenery in the city. They are strong, hard-working, self-reliant, persistent, kind ...... They are the spring breeze moisturizing people's hearts, they are the sun with a fiery heart to light up the world, they are the autumn wind to give a cool breeze, they are the torch to give people warmth in winter.
Early in the morning, when the sun crosses the horizon, I hope we can give them a smile.
It would be nice to change it