A 600-word descriptive essay on what kind of person you are doing

1. Character description essay of 600 words

In the community where I live, there is an ordinary milkman. He is an uncle in his forties.

The uncle's skin is dark and dark, and it is obvious at a glance that it is the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years; on his Chinese-shaped face, there is a pair of small but bright eyes. .

There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor. The subscriber house on the sixth floor is also our house.

It’s six floors, and going up and down is quite tiring without taking anything, not to mention the milkman carrying so many milk bottles. What's more, the milk bottles are round and slippery. If you are not careful, you will break several bottles. When ordinary people see this situation, they just put them downstairs. This uncle is not like this. Every day at six o'clock in the afternoon, he always delivers the milk to the door of the subscriber's house on time, then knocks on the door and shouts "The milk is here!"

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting day and night. It's cold, no matter it's windy or snowing, at six o'clock every afternoon, the familiar footsteps and the loud call "Milk is here!" will always be heard in the corridor.

In One evening when the cold wind was howling, this uncle came to deliver milk again. When I took the milk bottle, I found that his hands had been cracked by the ruthless wind, and his skin was as wrinkled as the bark of an old pine tree. I'm curious, why don't you wear gloves? Do you have no money to buy gloves or are you too busy to buy gloves? Otherwise, I would give him a pair. The next day, when he came to deliver milk again, I finally couldn't help but ask him. He said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water droplets on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip off." Oh, That’s right! I sighed in my heart: This milk delivery uncle actually clasped his hands in the middle of winter in order not to break the milk bottle. It is really admirable! My mother said that this is a kind of professionalism worth learning from each of us.

Uncle milkman, you are the person I admire most 2. A 600-word essay on character description

A person with distinctive characteristics

A pair of black Cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue trousers with flowers, neat yellow work clothes on the upper body, a small yellow hat on the head, and a simple face under the hat... Have you ever noticed that no matter it is severe cold or scorching heat, these are The cleaners waving brooms on the streets to sweep away the dust? And I saw it, saw the most beautiful thing in the scorching sun and wind and rain - they are hardworking, simple and selfless...

——Inscription

There are such happy people in the world, they Show your most selfless side through the smiles of others. They sweat and bury their leisurely leisure time, turning it into seeds, growing flowers and fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but so noble. They are the guardians of green homes and beautiful hearts, and they are the cleaners.

During the summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation. People were sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean, and I was like a weak sardine trying to squeeze in, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream. In the past few days, I have carried out holiday team activities, but I have suffered a lot, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I lick the cold taste. Maybe it was a conditioned reflex. When I saw the packaging bags littered everywhere on the ground, I threw the packaging bags away casually.

I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, the people in front of the cold drink shop dispersed, leaving behind plastic bags all over the street. . At this time, a cleaning lady who was about forty years old, with a dull face, dry hair, and her whole body was like a shriveled preserved fruit, was waving a broom and silently sweeping the bags thrown by people into the cleaning car. "Bah, bah, bah..." The sound of the friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, I was touched in my heart and my face felt like it was on fire, but I didn't know what to do. What, so, staring at the cleaner in a daze. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and a mother and son came over. The mother said to the child: "Look, if you don't study hard, you will only be able to sweep the streets like this cleaner when you grow up..." The cleaner aunt seemed to He also heard something. He lowered his head and said nothing, just waving the broom.

"Pa", a cigarette butt fell on the newly swept ground along with a mouthful of thick phlegm. “Please don’t spit everywhere and please respect other people’s work.

"The cleaner stopped her work and politely reminded the spitter. The man glanced at the cleaner disdainfully, "Sweeper, what's your name?" Why don't you just sweep the floor? How big of a deal is it to sweep more cigarette butts? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper? joke! "

Looking at my aunt's back, I felt very uncomfortable. Cleaning workers are also human beings and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? Day after day, year after year. They dedicated themselves silently in that humble post. In the summer, while we were still enjoying the coolness at home, they stood firm in the scorching heat. They never seemed to be afraid of the heat of the sun and the pungent smell of garbage on their faces. The big beads of sweat are so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, while we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they use their frozen hands to pick up and clean every leaf blown down by the wind. Every street and every corner of life has their footprints. They are hard-working and kind-hearted. Learning to respect them does not require much effort. A grateful smile and a look of approval will all give you. They bring great comfort.

Every day when I sit in the car and walk along the road, I can see them wearing orange clothes and waving mops and brooms on the street to wipe away the dirt on the street. Binhai New Area has a clean, tidy and radiant appearance. Every citizen will clean up the dirt and discarded debris on the ground as soon as possible, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, It is when they are busiest at work, and they take the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain, and snow left on the ground over and over again. The cleaners we see in our daily life are all old grandfathers and grandmothers. But with their unyielding spirit, they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets, and we need to learn from and admire them. They have paid so much, but they have become a role that people often ignore here. Use my words to touch your heart: The city belongs to all of us. Only if we all join hands with the cleaners to maintain our homes together will our homes be more beautiful; our lives will be better. Even better! They are the beauticians of the city, and they are the beauticians of the soul; they are the workers who create a beautiful home, and they are also the living Lei Feng in real life!

The rays of the sun shroud the eyes of the cleaners! Her face turned red. Ah, I suddenly realized that she was so tall and beautiful! 3. 600 words of character description

My mother

My mother My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.

My mother is a kind-hearted person. She has taught me to be honest and generous to others since I was a child. , I have been cultivating my good character since I was a child.

I remember one thing that I can't forget. It was a hot afternoon, and I was doing it in the room. I kept fanning, but the sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother: "Mom! The weather is so hot, so hot! I want to eat popsicles. Mom said, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." "As I said that, I picked up my wallet.

When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I picked out the popsicles. My mother took out a 50-yuan bill from her wallet and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles. After getting the money, my mother and I hurried home.

When we got home, my mother counted the money and said to herself: "Huh?" No, one pound is 7 yuan. How can I get 45 yuan back? When I heard this, I said happily: "Great!" The person who bought the popsicles was really confused and got an extra 3 yuan. Mom, can you give me the 2 yuan? "My mother glared at me and said angrily: "There is an extra 2 yuan. We should send it back. We can't take advantage of it! Besides, it’s not easy for people to sell popsicles! "After that, my mother braved the scorching sun and gave 3 yuan to someone.

When I went to bed at night, I lay in bed unable to sleep. Thinking of what happened during the day, I suddenly understood Now, being a human being should start from little things, and you should not do something sorry for others just because of the little convenience in front of you. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and I fight hard. I admire her in my heart.

She has big eyes, long braids, and is very beautiful. Liu Ai is the monitor of our class. She often does good things for everyone. One day, she fell ill. But she still arrived at school very early.

After arriving at school, I put down my schoolbag, picked up the broom and cleaned the house, and then went to clean the outside. Her behavior of loving the collective is worthy of learning from all our classmates. Everyone pays attention to hygiene and loves the collective. Our class must be the best class. 4. A 600-word essay describing a character

Who is she? You see, she is neither tall nor short, she is thin and has fair skin.

There is a pair of braids on the round head. On the delicate face, under the light eyebrows, there is a pair of bright eyes.

A flat mouth is like a duck's beak, with two rows of white and even teeth. He was wearing colorful children's clothes and a red scarf tied around his neck.

She is my good friend - Wen Sunlin. Wen Sunlin cares about me.

I remember the first day of school, the sky was clear and clear. Before music class, we went downstairs to raise the flag.

Everyone went straight to the stairs and crowded into a pile, squeezing and squeezing, ah! Not good! I fell down and hurt my leg. I had no choice but to sit on the stairs and scream "Wow wow".

At this moment, my good friend Wen Sunlin appeared. She ran over desperately and said to me kindly: "Are you okay?" I said sadly: "I was walking downstairs. I fell down and it hurt me so much!" Wen Sunlin asked anxiously: "Do you still feel pain?" I cried and said, "Of course it does!" After hearing what I said, Wen Sunlin stretched out her arms immediately. I stretched out my hands and gently touched my wound. With her help, I stood up reluctantly and said to her, "Shall we go to the playground to raise the flag together?" Wen Sunlin helped me, limp. I turned to raise the flag. I said gratefully to Wen Sunlin: "Wen Sunlin, you are so kind to me. Thank you for helping me today.

Wen Sunlin said happily: "It's okay if you are fine. We are friends and we should help each other. Are you right?" I nodded happily. Wen Sunlin, Wen Sunlin, you are so good to me. Guan Ai, you are really my good friend! I hope we will always be good friends, okay? My deskmate Dong Kaixuan looks really interesting. He has a flat head, a pair of big blinking eyes, a big mouth tightly closed under his small flat nose, and a lock of black hair. The man raised his forehead in laughter. I fell in love with him the first day I sat with him.

(Introduce the object of the narrative at the beginning. Write about the appearance of the character to capture the "interesting" feature.

The appearance description at the beginning is the three aspects of the "deskmate" described below. Personality has something to do with it. When you first learn to write, you should be careful not to write about appearance for the sake of appearance.)

My deskmate is very competitive. (This article uses a classification narrative method to write about the deskmate from three sides.

This paragraph writes about the first point: a strong competitive spirit. The "competitive spirit" is expressed in the description of the character's demeanor. < /p>

Let’s start with the unhappy and jealous expressions: pouting and staring.) I scored 98 points in the Chinese language test the other day. What about him? 97 points.

He was not happy about such a one-point difference. He pouted and took my exam paper, widened his eyes and looked at it carefully... I was wondering, but he suddenly seemed to have discovered a new world. He burst out laughing, blinked at me, ran to the squadron leader, "invited" the squadron leader with a drag, pointed at a word on the examination paper with his hand, and wrote triumphantly (and then wrote the words to gain hope of defeating the opponent) Expression: laughing, blinking, and triumphantly said to the squadron leader: "Look, the word 'jade' in the word 'white jade is very precious' has been written as 'king' by Gu Yu!" The squadron leader looked carefully and pointed. He looked at Dong Kaixuan's head and said, "What are you talking about? Where is the mistake?" Dong Kaixuan glared at the squadron leader, took the test paper self-righteously, and read: "'White jade is very precious'... Huh? The word 'jade' was wrong just now. Why is it right now?" He touched his head, (Finally, he touched his head and nodded.

When writing, the language must be appropriate to the identity, occasion, etc., "You must pass the exam. Well...rely on your own efforts!" Can be deleted.) The joy just now disappeared without a trace.

Seeing his pitiful look, I immediately held his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, do better in the exam next time. To do well in the exam, you don't rely on looking for other people's mistakes, but on your own." Work hard!" He looked at me and nodded sincerely.

(“With all my heart” and the preceding comma should also be deleted accordingly.

) My deskmate is still a little confused - following the latest trends.

(Write the second point in this paragraph: confused. Writing "confused" is also reflected through the description of his demeanor.

First, write about his self-appreciative demeanor: lively and triumphant. , hold out your chest, raise your head, walk quickly, and say loudly) This morning, he came to the classroom with perfume on his face and oil on his wind-blown hair.

Teacher Wang, who was standing beside the podium, smelled his fragrance and called him over. Dong Kaixuan puffed up his chest, thinking he was beautiful, and walked quickly to the teacher proudly.

Teacher Wang deliberately asked him: "Dong Kaixuan, why do you smell so good?" He thought the teacher was going to praise him, so he raised his head more proudly and said loudly: "I put on some perfume. , put on some hair oil! (The character's language, from tone, intonation to sentence structure, is consistent with the character's expression, focusing on Dong Kaixuan's self-appreciation.)" The teacher looked at him, angry and funny, and said He said: "Dong Kaixuan, wearing perfume and hair oil is not true beauty! Think about it, what is beauty? Let's discuss it together tomorrow."

Dong Kaixuan was like a kitten that had just woken up. He rubbed his nose, suddenly slipped to his seat, and scratched his hair, (and then wrote about his embarrassed and ashamed expression: rubbing his nose and scratching his hair.) As if this could remove the hair oil and perfume.

(Write the third point in the following three paragraphs: I like to hit people for fun.) My deskmate really likes to hit people for fun.

I only sat with him for two weeks, and he beat me more than ten times. Teacher Wang found out, so he went to find us and asked him seriously: "Dong Kaixuan, what will you do if you hit Gu Yu again?" Dong Kaixuan blinked his eyes and blurted out: "That's easy, just ask him to hit me back three times." "Bah!" That's what he said, but within three days, he fell into his old habit again.

In the self-study class, he quickly finished his homework and had nothing to do, so he imitated Wu Song in the TV series "Wu Song", shouted loudly, and "thumped" my leg hard with his hand. , I screamed in pain. He panicked, stuck out his tongue, and said hastily: "I'm sorry, my dear Gu Yu."

He kept rubbing my legs. Seeing his appearance, my anger subsided and I immediately said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

(The character's straightforward character is also expressed by facial expressions. For example, "sticking out his tongue" is used to express it. He felt flustered after knowing that he had made another mistake, and described his willingness to correct his mistakes as "silly")

But Dong Kaixuan was still very sorry, and said stupidly: (his apologetic look, language, and words after the apology. 5. My 600-word essay describing characters

From the beginning of this semester, I gradually realized that we cannot lose so many "bad" boys because there are so few. There is less laughter and laughter in the class.

Some of them are athletes, some are masters of troublemaking, some are storytellers, and some are strong learners. They are always diverse, unfathomable, and... Very cute! The most important thing is that they are "good people" in our hearts. What do you mean by this good person?

The tall one is here! , the boy whose hair is tilted to the right in front, is Lu Fanzhou (Lu Fanzhou is almost "famous in the school"). The guy next to him has yellowish hair, tilted up in front, and is not very tall. He is Sun Peng, who is also famous. Not so young! No, the two started to "fight" again. Sun Peng pushed hard and Lu Fanzhou fell to the ground. Lu Fanzhou couldn't help it anymore, maybe because it hurt too much. Finally, he quietly Sitting there, Sun Peng hurriedly apologized, but failed. After one class, the two of them went upstairs to play together again. The scar was so healed that they forgot about the pain! His mind is so broad, which is really admirable. If it had been someone else, it might have been terrible!

Listen, the teacher asked a question in class, and everyone was thinking about it. Cheng Peng raised his hand. When he got up, he actually said: "I can't help it, my long speech is about to start again." This time, the students started talking about it. But don't look at Cheng Peng's words and answer. Questions are his strong point! (But sometimes too much nonsense is a headache)

It’s time for physical education class, “Running a relay? Yeah! That’s great!” The cheers are really exciting.

You see, how fast he runs, like a frightened rabbit, running away. He is Jia Bowen. You see he doesn't like to play with other people after class anymore. It's because he quit the "actor circle" Yes, (this is recognized by many people) I really don’t know why. But there are still many "scandals" about him, which is called "a person's reputation cannot be disgraced."

"Oh! Mygod!" Listen, this is the classmates screaming, (almost all girls) Chen Wei is throwing a softball, from under the big tree on the playground, to the basketball over there It's incredible! I don't know where his arm strength comes from, so strong. (We can never mess with him again, lest he gets angry and throws us into the basket!)

"Come on, Wang Lei! Come on!" This is the sports meeting, and the students are running 800 The sound of Wang Lei cheering. I saw Wang Lei running like flying, getting closer and closer to the finish line, and finally finished first, which is really impressive. His legs were still broken at that time.

These are the cute "bad" boys in our class, they are qualified! Maybe you will think that I am "the old king selling melons - selling myself and boasting". Don't worry, they will always be the best, the most perfect and the most loyal! None of us can leave their optimistic, cute and "bad" boys! You will always be number one in our hearts! 6. Character description essay of 600 words

In the community where I live, there is an ordinary milkman. He is an uncle in his forties.

The uncle's skin is dark and dark, and it is obvious at a glance that it is the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years; on his Chinese-shaped face, there is a pair of small but bright eyes. .

There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor. The subscriber house on the sixth floor is also our house.

It’s six floors, and going up and down is quite tiring without taking anything, not to mention the milkman carrying so many milk bottles. What's more, the milk bottles are round and slippery. If you are not careful, you will break several bottles. When ordinary people see this situation, they just put them downstairs. This uncle is not like this. Every day at six o'clock in the afternoon, he always delivers the milk to the door of the subscriber's house on time, then knocks on the door and shouts "The milk is here!"

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting day and night. It's cold, no matter it's windy or snowing, at six o'clock every afternoon, the familiar sound of footsteps and the loud shout "Here comes the milk!" will always be heard in the corridor.

On a cold windy evening, This uncle came to deliver milk again. When I took the milk bottle, I found that his hands had been cracked by the ruthless wind, and his skin was as wrinkled as the bark of an old pine tree. I'm curious, why don't you wear gloves? Do you have no money to buy gloves or are you too busy to buy gloves? Otherwise, I would give him a pair. The next day, when he came to deliver milk again, I finally couldn't help but ask him. He said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water droplets on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip off." Oh, That’s right! I sighed in my heart: This milk delivery uncle actually clasped his hands in the middle of winter in order not to break the milk bottle. It is really admirable! My mother said that this is a kind of professionalism worth learning from each of us.

Uncle milkman, you are the person I admire the most

It is not easy to type. If you are satisfied, I hope you will adopt it. 7. A 600-word essay describing characters

Mother’s hands In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, and dexterous hands. However, what I write about is my mother’s hands. Hardworking hands.

Her hands are not very big, and long-term labor has caused calluses to creep onto her fingers, causing a layer of light black skin to grow on the back of her hands. When the rooster crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast.

As noon approached, her hands were at work again: busy making lunch. In the afternoon, her hands were at work again: busy making dinner.

At night, when the moon is high, my mother’s hands are at work again: busy washing clothes. In short, mother's hands are at work all the time.

Mother’s hands are both hard-working hands and hands full of motherly love. I remember a cold winter afternoon when the weather was relatively cold.

I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework. It was late at night and the weather was getting colder. My hands were shaking and I didn't dare to write for fear of doing my homework badly.

At this time, my mother walked up to me and said to me with concern: "Is it cold?" I gently put my hand between hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm.

With her encouragement, I finally completed my homework seriously. I remember there was another midwinter morning when the weather was very cold.

In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit with my feet.

I finally got my feet out, but the boots were filled with lime. "We can't wear them anymore." I took off my leather boots decisively and was about to ask my mother to wash them for me, but then I thought: my mother would criticize me.

Finally, I came up with a best-of-both-worlds solution, hiding the leather boots in the crack of the door and washing them when the weather gets warmer. The next day, when the weather got a little warmer, I went to wash my leather boots.

But there was no shadow of leather boots in the crack of the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere.

As soon as I found the back door, I heard the familiar sound of "swish, swish, swish". Isn't this the sound of mother's hands at work? I followed the sound and found my mother in the patio. She was washing my leather boots.

Her hands were red from the cold and had several cracks. Although it was cold, a few crystal beads of sweat still fell from my mother's cheeks. I walked up to her, took the brush for cleaning the leather boots, and said, "Mom, I'll wash it."

My mother said with concern: "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I refused to agree, but she had already taken away the leather boots and brush.

In the end, my mother washed it. After she finished washing, she baked the leather boots meticulously. When I put them on again, my eyes were blurred by tears.

Ah! I want to praise, praise my mother’s hands, and even more, I want to praise you, mother. 8. A 600-word essay on character description

A person with distinctive characteristics wears a pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue flowered trousers, neat yellow work clothes on his upper body, and a small yellow hat on his head. A simple face under the hat... Have you ever noticed these cleaners waving brooms on the streets to sweep away the dust, no matter how cold it is or how hot it is? And I saw it, the most beautiful thing in the wind and rain under the scorching sun - they are hardworking, simple, selfless... - Inscription There are some happy people in the world, they use the smiles of others to interpret their most selfless side.

They sweat and bury their leisurely leisure time, turning it into seeds, growing flowers and fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but so noble. They are the guardians of green homes and beautiful hearts, and they are the cleaners.

During the summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation. People were sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean, and I was like a weak sardine trying to squeeze in, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream.

In the past few days, I have carried out holiday team activities, but I have suffered a lot, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I lick the cold taste. Maybe it was a conditioned reflex. When I saw the packaging bags littered everywhere on the ground, I threw the packaging bags away casually.

I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, the people in front of the cold drink shop dispersed, leaving behind plastic bags on the ground on the street. . At this time, a cleaning lady who was about forty years old, with a dull face, dry hair, and her whole body was like a shriveled preserved fruit, was waving a broom and silently sweeping the bags thrown by people into the cleaning car.

"Bah, bah, bah..." The sound of the friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, my heart was touched, and my face felt like it was on fire. But I didn’t know what to do, so I stared at the cleaner in a daze. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and a mother and son came over. The mother said to the child: "Look, if you don't study hard, you will only be able to sweep the streets like this cleaner when you grow up..." The cleaner aunt seemed to He also heard something. He lowered his head and said nothing, just waving the broom.

"Pa", a cigarette butt fell on the newly swept ground along with a mouthful of thick phlegm. “Please don’t spit everywhere and please respect other people’s work.

The cleaner stopped what she was doing and politely reminded the spitter. The man glanced at the cleaner disdainfully, "Sweeper, what's your name?" Why don't you just sweep the floor? Sweeping more cigarette butts, what a big deal? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper? joke! "Looking at my aunt's back, I felt very uncomfortable. Cleaning workers are also human beings and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? Day after day, year after year.

They dedicated themselves silently in that humble post. In the summer, while we were still enjoying the coolness at home, they stayed at their posts under the scorching heat. They never seemed to be afraid of the heat of the sun and the pungent smell of garbage.

The big beads of sweat on their faces were so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, while we were still enjoying the warmth at home, they were picking up every piece of quilt with their frozen hands in the severe cold. The fallen leaves sweep every street, and every corner of life has their footprints.

They are hardworking; their hearts are kind. Learning to respect them does not actually require giving. No matter how much, a grateful smile or an approving look will bring them great comfort.

You can see them wearing orange clothes on the street every day when sitting in the car and walking on the road. They wiped away the dirt on the streets with mops and brooms, giving Binhai New Area a clean, tidy and radiant appearance. They would clean up the dirt and discarded debris left by every citizen as soon as possible. Leaving behind a clean and bright road, when the weather is not beautiful, it is the time when they are busiest at work. They take the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain and snow left on the ground over and over again.

The cleaners we see in our daily lives are all grandfathers and grandmothers. They are already old, but with their spirit of refusing to accept old age, they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets. We need to learn and do more. Admiration. They have paid so much, but they have become a role that people often ignore.

Here, I want to touch your heart with my words: The city belongs to all of us, and only if we all hold hands. Together with the cleaners, we maintain our homes. In this way, our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! They are the beauticians of the city and the beauticians of the soul; they are the ones who create a beautiful home. Laborers are also living Lei Feng in real life! The sun's rays shone on the cleaner's face, making her face red.

Ah, I suddenly realized that she was so tall and so tall. Beautiful.