Composition about cleaners?

Essay 1 about cleaners:

When I was a child, my mother once told me that if I don’t study hard, I will only be a cleaner when I grow up. . I still have to do dirty and tiring work. According to my mother, it seems that this position is very humble and looks down upon. But I think that cleaning is a sacred position, and cleaners are all people of high moral character.

They look plain, simple, just like us, and yet they are truly remarkable. This is a fact that we have witnessed. The cleaner is so small, but he is the guardian of the green home. Day after day, year after year, they work silently in that humble job.

In summer, while we are still enjoying the coolness at home, they stick to their posts under the scorching sun. They never seem to be afraid of the heat of the sun or the pungent smell of garbage. The big beads of sweat on the face were so crystal clear under the sunlight.

In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they are using their cold hands to pick up every leaf, clean every road, and clean every corner. There are footprints that they have walked on.

They have paid so much, but are often ignored. Sometimes we throw garbage on the ground or even in front of their eyes, but the cleaners continue to sweep the floor as before. Although they themselves were dirty, they made the whole community clean in exchange. Obviously, what we did was wrong.

One day during the winter vacation, my friends and I went to buy snacks. When I arrived at the door of the store, I was attracted by a cleaner. She was holding a garbage shovel in one hand and a broom in the other. She kept sweeping, and there was a rustling sound from the ground. The little garbage truck was almost full. At this time, a man and a woman walked out of the store. The young man was holding a cup of milk tea. With a "plop", the young man threw the milk tea cup to the ground, and the milk tea was scattered all over the floor. The young woman said: "Be careful, you will be in trouble if someone reports you." The young man said disdainfully: "So what, won't the cleaners come to clean up? Or do we need them?" Then he left the crowd. . The cleaner aunt picked up the cup with a smile, threw it into the garbage truck, and scanned it carefully.

Some people may say that there is nothing extraordinary about being a cleaner. It is just a very ordinary profession that cannot be more ordinary. However, I want to say that cleaners are great. It is cleaners who beautify our city day and night. Here, I pay tribute to the cleaners: you are people of noble moral character, beauticians of the environment, and rainbows in people’s minds. You have worked hard!”

Essay on Cleaners 2: Severe Cold The cleaners inside

It was dawning, the wind was blowing, and a few scattered pedestrians were walking hurriedly on the street, wearing gloves and their faces surrounded by raised collars. Only two eyes were exposed. I also hunched my shoulders, lowered my head, and hurried to the school.

There were more and more pedestrians on the street. Swish...swish" I heard such a sound. "Swish, swish, swish...swish", looking for the sound, a cleaner was doing beauty treatment for a city girl. She was wearing a hat and a pair of clothes outside. She was wearing work clothes and was working seriously. She was holding the bottom of the broom with her right hand and the top of the broom with her left hand, sweeping the garbage. The biting cold wind was tearing her hair, and her hands and face were red from the cold, but she didn't notice it at all. < /p>

After a while, she piled the garbage together, picked up the dustpan, and swept the garbage into the dustpan. Pedestrians on the roadside all said in disgust: "Hey, you come to sweep the floor, you are uneducated." "Hey, it's so dirty. It's better to stay away." "...The cleaner seemed not to have heard anything and continued working. She kept sweeping and sweeping, and there was a piece of chewing gum in front of her that was stuck to the ground. The cleaner swept the gum away and the chewing gum was not swept into the trash can. No matter how hard the cleaner swept it, the piece of chewing gum still refused to go into the dustpan. At this time, the cleaner simply bent down and stretched out his hands, which were red from the cold, and moved them bit by bit. Pick it up, finally pick it up and throw it into the dustpan. The cleaner looked at the chewing gum that was thrown into the dustpan, with a knowing smile on her face.

I walked over and asked gently: "Auntie." "Aren't you tired from doing this work?" The cleaner raised his head, glanced at me, wiped his forehead, and said to me with a smile: "You're not tired, the city is clean. Just looking at it makes me feel happy." "What a beautiful soul. It would be great if there were more people like this in the world.

At this time, a young man eating steamed buns came over. After eating the buns, he threw his bag on the ground without even looking at it, and was about to leave. "Hey, young man, wait a minute." The cleaner aunt shouted. The young man stopped and looked back. "Please pick up your pockets. It would be great if the city is clean." The young man rolled his eyes at the cleaner and left in a grand manner. This person is really unscrupulous. My aunt worked hard to clean up, but he came to cause damage.

The wind is still blowing, and the cleaners are still sweeping hard, not afraid of the cold at all. The wind sent her beautiful heart far away.

Composition 3 about cleaners: Cleaner, you are amazing

In my heart, cleaners are amazing.

In autumn, the leaves slowly fall from the sky to the ground like yellow butterflies. At this time, the "yellow carpet" was spread on the ground. However, it didn't take long for the "yellow carpet" on the ground to disappear. This is a good thing the cleaner aunt did. It is their hard work every day that makes the ground so clean.

I remember one time, in the crisp autumn season, I ran home excitedly from school, anxious to show my parents my report card with a score of 98 points.

But I stopped halfway because I saw the cleaner. I saw her holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. While sweeping the floor, she poured garbage into the dustpan. Her movements seemed very sophisticated. I ran to her excitedly, thinking: I will learn how she sweeps the floor first, and then I can help my mother when I get home. As I was thinking about it, a question came to my mind. I asked the cleaner aunt doubtfully: "Auntie, I heard from my mother that you have to get up at five o'clock every day and start cleaning the roads. Aren't you tired if you do this every day? ?" She answered me simply: "I'm not tired." She smiled and continued: "It is my honor to serve the people. I am very happy. Thank you for your concern." After hearing this, I thought: I will. We should learn from her and do everything seriously.

Cleaner, you are amazing. You love your job and never get tired of it.

Essay 4 about cleaners: Cleaners running all over the mountain

Yongchun Niumulin is a place with beautiful scenery. Since my father’s company organized a tour, I was lucky enough to follow him. Dad went there and had a browse.

Niumulin is a natural mountain forest formed by mountains, so our visit involves mountain climbing throughout. When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, everyone gathered their strength and climbed along the path to the top of the mountain. "Hey, when will we finish climbing these stairs? I'm so exhausted!" I muttered impatiently in my heart. "Hey...Niumulin's green trees, Niumulin's bonuses..." A nice folk song attracted us. Look, a cleaner in his fifties, with a dark face and messy hair, holding a broom in his hand, singing while sweeping. Through the introduction of the tour guide, we know that he is the most dedicated cleaner in the mountains. Isn't he tired? I ran over while resting. He asked curiously and excitedly: "Uncle, I heard that you are running all over the mountain picking up garbage. Aren't you tired?" He raised his head and said with a smile: "What's the point of being tired? I'm used to it. There are so many tourists here, it's immoral." Not much. I just let those lovely tourists see our lovely mountain. Haha!" His voice was like a bell, and he spoke frankly and openly, and a feeling of admiration emerged spontaneously. "You are so funny!" I laughed together with him. By the way, teach me that song. The cleaner put down the broom and said, "I made it up myself... OK, I'll teach you." The song started singing amidst the rustling leaves.

We continued to climb the mountain. When passing by the lower level of Butterfly Falls, I saw the cleaner again. He was taking the risk to pick up garbage by the lake. We guys were afraid and guarded the lake, but finally we got there. He came up, he was out of danger, we were naturally happy and started climbing again. On the way, I kept humming that song and felt very proud. My father asked: "How are you? Are you happy? I will bring you back later." "Great."

Five hours The climbing process is almost over. When we arrived at the target Butterfly Falls, everyone was so happy. It was that figure. He was giving ideological education to a passenger who was throwing things away. "What a nice person. This is one of the good qualities. You should also learn from it, good daughter." Dad said to me with a smile. Yes, he is so good. Everyone should learn from his qualities.

“Hey, Niumulin’s green trees, Niumulin’s bonuses, and many people there, Niumulin is so cute!”