A 200-word composition describing the imitation of "one side" of the text.

When I was growing up, I experienced many things, which echoed in my mind like a page boat. One of them made me unforgettable, even though I only knew her once.

It was a stormy afternoon, and the north wind roared. As soon as the thunder rang, the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead curtain. I was walking home with an umbrella. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and I couldn't help yawning. I just feel that the road is as cold as a cellar, and the air conditioner keeps drilling into my trouser legs. People on the road are all wearing raincoats and umbrellas and rushing home. Walking to the door, I saw the garbage dump opposite my door-because of the rain, I could only vaguely see a thin and short old man tossing and turning in the garbage dump with a bamboo branch in his hand. Who is there? This heavy rain shouldn't be a cleaner, should it? I walked over with questions. Turned out to be an old cleaner in his sixties. She is thin and hunchbacked, and her weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles. She is wearing a small black mask, a tattered raincoat and a pair of old rain boots. The dustman cleans up the rubbish very carefully-she has a shovel in her left hand and a broom in her right. First sweep the garbage into the shovel with a broom, then hold it with a broom, and finally "send" the garbage into the garbage truck with a shovel. I couldn't help asking, "Grandma! Are you still cleaning up the garbage in such a heavy rain? Can't you just clean up tomorrow? " At this time, the grandmother wiped the rain on her body (I can't tell whether it is rain or sweat) and sneezed, ah! Grandma is ill. But grandma doesn't care about her illness. She picked up the broom again and said to me, "No! If I don't clean up these rubbish quickly today, there will be more bacteria. At that time, the stench will float into the sky, affecting your health and city appearance! " After listening to her words, I looked up at the cleaner and saw that her dark face was covered with wrinkles as deep as a knife, and her thin body was like a withered mummy. I was shocked. Some people will look down on cleaners because of their humble status, think they are dirty, and avoid them as soon as they see them. But who would have thought that in this rainy day, in this humble place, almost no one would find this "city beautician", let alone praise her, but she still did her duty in that ordinary post. Her spirit is worth learning.

Until now, every time I see the garbage beside the garbage dump, I can see in my mind the scene that the old cleaner once braved the downpour to clean up the garbage. I can't forget her. I can't forget her who influenced my life. She taught me the truth of being a man, the true meaning of life, and that people live in this world to make contributions to others. ...