Composition of urban beauticians

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Composition by city beautician 1 In the early morning, the dawn dawned, the morning star blinked and dozed off, and the wild flowers in the forest contained crystal dew. Everything is so quiet and beautiful. Suddenly, a "brush-brush-"broke the silence of the night, with a slow and cheerful rhythm, as if the voice of nature came from a distance, looming. With this action, in the streets and alleys, orange spots in twos and threes, accompanied by a pale yellow morning fog, are flashing ... Who makes every inch of land so clean? Who makes a new day so beautiful? Yes, I know. Where is the flashing orange spirit? It's hard-working urban beauticians.

Those who do cleaning work, no matter what kind of air, no matter what kind of garbage pollution, no matter whether the sewer is blocked by garbage and sludge, they devote themselves to cleaning work and jump into the mud bit by bit to clean up.

This is the sanitation worker, an ordinary and noble occupation. Although this noble profession makes them face dirt every day, he has to get up earlier than anyone else, rain or shine, and even face some contemptuous cold eyes. However, we should remember that they gave all this to make us have a beautiful and comfortable environment. Folding willow, an ordinary and rich cultural land, is so neat and beautiful because of their hard sweat, which embodies a strong human touch.

They are ordinary and ordinary, and you don't even know their names. They have not created earth-shattering achievements, but they love their work and contribute silently. Such ordinary workers are always worthy of respect and praise. (Fan) According to

A light green garbage truck came, and the sanitation driver poured the garbage on a big, thick iron plate and skillfully laid it. The iron plate is slowly lifted upward, and all the garbage enters the "mouth" of the compressor. Suddenly, the sewage was discharged, and the compressed garbage was packed in a big box like a pie, waiting for the car to take it away. I heard that it was sent to China Everbright Energy Company for power generation.

I watched curiously as the worker's uncle operated. Suddenly, I saw the master who took out the garbage standing by laughing. He is about the same age as my grandfather. His face is dark, his forehead is full of sweat, and his body is dirty and smelly. I meet such sanitation workers every day.

A question popped up in my mind: How many sanitation workers were working while I was still sleeping?

They shuttled through the main roads of the city, cleaning up the garbage and fallen leaves on the street with brooms, pliers and dustpans. Autumn winds are everywhere, and the leaves are colorful. They get up early and work for more than ten hours every day to ensure that the roads can be clean and tidy at any time. They themselves became totally embarassed, but what they left us was a beautiful Changzhou. Every day on my way to school, I see them pushing garbage trucks, but I have never really seen them. I always feel that they are so dirty and smelly that I can't help covering my nose even when I pass by.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help walking over and asking, "Grandpa, are you tired after a day's work?" He smiled and said to me, "Of course I'm tired, but what's the use for everyone?" This sentence moved me very much. "Everyone for me", don't these sanitation workers also serve me?

Today, I saw their working environment and working conditions with my own eyes. They are not afraid of hardship and fatigue. I think it's really wrong not to like them before. Sanitation workers, although this profession is ordinary, but now in my heart, they are urban beauticians, as great as the astronauts of Shenzhou 9.

As we all know, beauticians in cities are cleaners. They go out early and return late every day, keeping the beauty of the city at all times. Speaking of cleaners, they always have an obscure spirit worth learning. Although they are not good-looking, they can't judge a book by its cover, as long as they have a heart to serve the people.

In the morning, before dawn, an elderly cleaner was working. The weather was very cold, but he only wore a thin overalls and a pair of broken sneakers, and his skin was old and black, pushing a dirty garbage truck to sweep the garbage in every corner of the street. It's almost dawn, and some office workers have to catch the bus one after another. Some people squint at the cleaner's dirty clothes when they see him, and some people throw things at the garbage truck when they see him, deliberately throwing them at him to see his jokes. He bowed his head and was silent, with no resentment at all.

At noon, the vicious sun shines on the dry earth. Put an egg on the ground and it will be cooked soon. The cleaner is sweating like a pig, but he is not afraid of hardship and fatigue. He kept working in the hot sun, and his work clothes were soaked with sweat. There was no one on the road, only him.

At night, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the sky is gloomy. Yes, it's going to rain, but the cleaner is still sweeping the floor. The "north wind" is whistling, the thunder just rang, and the raindrops kept falling like broken pearls. A passerby went over and asked him, "Grandpa, why are you still sweeping the floor?" It's raining so hard, come back tomorrow. " He stubbornly shook his head and said, "No."

Cleaners, although not household names, are worthy of our admiration.

At noon, the sun is scorching the earth, stray dogs are sticking out their tongues quickly, and there are few pedestrians in the street.

After lunch, I'm going swimming. A rustling sound attracted my attention. Looking inside, a sanitation worker is working.

A closer look shows that this sanitation aunt is about fifty or sixty years old, her gray hair is a little messy, and thick sweat oozes from her forehead, which makes her dark face more tired. Although her eyelids droop, they can't cover her bright eyes, there are thin sweat on her nose, and her mouth is dry and crusty. Working in the scorching sun, my cheeks were red in the dark, and my broken hair was wet with sweat and stuck to my ears.

She is wearing an orange overalls, the white T-shirt inside the reflective vest has been eroded and turned yellow by sweat, and the towel on her shoulders is also sweaty.

I walked on the road, as hot as walking in a big steamer. Aunt sanitation waved a big broom, like Guan Gong waving a big knife, trying to clean the street. Hot air blew waves of heat waves, and then she cleaned the place and dropped the leaves again, but she didn't take it seriously. She just brushed a handful of sweat-soaked hair with her hand, shook off the sweat and went on working with a smile. She didn't complain, didn't give up, didn't refuse.

Whenever we are swimming, sanitation workers carefully sort the garbage under the scorching sun; Whenever we are enjoying ice cream, sanitation workers are picking up beverage bottles. ...

I like "beauticians" in the city. With them, we have a clean and tidy living environment. I also praise their pure hearts and noble qualities of self-sacrifice.

It has been cloudy for five days, as if it were going to rain. Looking up at the sky, as I expected, soybean-like raindrops fell on my face.

Unconsciously, after a long time, it rained harder and harder, and my mother hurried to pick us up. Raindrops fell on the window, and I vaguely saw a familiar figure. Yes, that's her-the city beautician!

I watched her stepping on a tricycle, covering her hair with a plastic bag, and struggling to carry the garbage away. A touching spring water comes to my mind-yes, they work tirelessly every day to clean the streets in the wind and rain, providing us with a clean and comfortable home.

However, how many people walking in the street can notice them? How many people know their names?

I remember one morning, I went to school, and suddenly a person caught my eye. It turns out that cleaners get up early to clean the streets. I thought to myself, "it's useless to get up so early to clean the street and have to be a cleaner without other work!" "

Although they are all dirty, they don't care at all. They clean every corner and street around them.

Later, I understood that this job is very ordinary, but it is worthy of our admiration, because they are "urban beauticians"!

Thank you, uncles and aunts who sweep the road! Thank you for creating this clean, comfortable and beautiful home for us without complaint. Most people think you are humble, but they don't know that without you, there would be no beautiful home for us!

Composition of Urban Beauticians 6 In the morning, during the second class break, Miss Wang said to her classmates, "There will be no class this afternoon. Let's clear the telephone poles on the road next to the school and the advertisements on the wall and be a' city beautician'. "

Hearing the news, we jumped for joy. Those telephone poles and small advertisements on the wall are ugly. It's said on TV that it's psoriasis on the street. It's really good. We will try our best to clean them up today. The teacher said, "Don't worry, you should bring a bucket, a schoolbag and a shovel in the afternoon."

At noon, I put what I need into my bag. Time flies. It will be 1: 00 soon, and I will come to school happily with my tools. Walking into the classroom is very lively. When the bell rang, we heard the radio say, "Today, we will hold an activity to clear small advertisements on the street. Please go downstairs and line up at once. " We went downstairs with what we needed.

After we lined up, we listened to the radio and said, "Now, let's go outside the campus and get rid of all those advertisements." I lined up, but it was different outside. We parted ways. I came to a telephone pole and found two pieces of advertising paper stuck on it. I took out the bucket and poured the water on the advertising paper. Then I took out my shovel and tried my best to get the advertising paper off, but it was too tight. I thought to myself that the person who insisted on advertising must have used all the paste in his family. How else could it be so strong? Finally, the advertising paper was removed. Just when I was happy, I found an advertisement in the high place. However, I am short and can't reach it. Just when I was in a hurry, Mr. Wang came over. I immediately ran over and asked Mr. Wang to help me take down the advertising paper. Mr. Wang picked up a shovel, three times five divided by two and shoveled it down. Mr. Wang is really amazing!

Time flies, a class has passed, and we hate those small vendors who stick advertising papers to their hearts. I hope they will see this clean street and stop posting it.

Every night, I go for a walk in the city square. I think the city square is really beautiful. Bright lights lit up the whole city square. The ground is clean and free of dirt. The air is fresh, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the moon is in the sky. Really beautiful! But there are always a few people littering. I avoided the garbage in disgust, but when I walked the second lap, I found that the garbage was gone. I'm both surprised and surprised-why is the garbage gone? Under my deliberate attention, I quickly found the answer-a conscientious cleaner.

I found that no matter in hot summer or cold winter, he rides a tricycle and holds a garbage clip every day, picking up garbage day and night to keep the square clean and tidy. He is short and thin, wearing overalls and his face is calm. I met him several times when I was walking at night. He always lingers tirelessly and quietly in his area of responsibility, cleaning up the garbage instead of passing by.

I have witnessed the poor working environment of cleaning staff. It was in the days of heavy rain that Yangjiamen Street was particularly serious, flooded and impassable, so we had to build a bamboo bridge on the water to pass. On the third day of putting up the bamboo bridge, I also took a look. The water is basically drained, but the garbage is soaked, rotten and smelly. Some rubbish is scattered all over the floor, and the streets are full of rubbish. The environment is so chaotic that it is almost impossible to leave. I can't stay in that environment for another minute. From then on, I have a little respect for the cleaning staff. When I saw the cleaner again that night, I thought he had become tall and mighty.

I suddenly understood that it was their efforts that made Tongxiang livable and beautiful. They really deserve the reputation of "urban beauticians"! A feeling came to my mind: they are the most beautiful people, the most beautiful people from Zhejiang!

A figure came slowly in the distance. She is wearing orange overalls, black shoes and a small yellow hat. Her simple face was weathered by the wind and her skirt was soaked with sweat. She is a cleaner.

In the hot summer, I can't wait to rush to the convenience store in front of the door as soon as school is over. As soon as I opened the door, a cold air came over my face and I rushed in happily. Well, convenience stores are already crowded with people. After paying the money, I finally caught a popsicle and ate it with relish.

People left one after another, leaving a piece of wrapping paper at the door of the convenience store, so I threw it away and left.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on an aunt cleaner. She looked around and saw the pile of rubbish in front of the convenience store.

She walked very fast, quickly picked up the broom and watched Zhong Qi sweep slowly and carefully. I looked at her, her face seemed to be on fire, burning, and I was ashamed. After a while, the ground finally became neat and clean again. Aunt cleaner looked at the ground and smiled with satisfaction. Her forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat, which was crystal clear in the sun.

At this moment, a man came up with a cigarette butt. He threw his cigarette butt on the ground, and the neat ground was not clean again. Aunt cleaning said politely, please don't throw cigarette butts on the ground, okay? "

The man said savagely, "Why, sweeping the floor doesn't need to be serious!" "Say that finish and gave her a white. Disdainfully walked away, and the aunt cleaner looked at him stupefied and silently picked up the broom. Why? Why should cleaners be so discriminated against? She is a city beautician, and her sweat brings neatness and beauty to the city. She is selfless and dedicated, silently sticking to her post, and always keeping the streets clean and tidy regardless of the cold and heat.

Isn't she great enough? We can't discriminate against them because they have brought us a beautiful and clean city. Her thoughts are noble and worth learning.

I looked at her tall background and felt no warmth at all.

Composition 9 of Urban Beautician is another typical summer. There are white clouds of different shapes floating in the blue sky, and the breeze blows, bringing a trace of salty sea water and a hot atmosphere. There is a scene of prosperity among the flowers, and people of all classes and ages live in harmony on the road. The leisurely scene, the leisurely season and the leisurely mood seem to have no waves.

One morning in April, I was on my way to school. Suddenly, it began to rain. In order not to be late, I opened my umbrella and continued on my way. The rain began to blur my vision.

As soon as I turned the corner, I suddenly looked up and looked forward. I saw two figures "busy" beside the telephone pole. Suddenly, my mind flashed through the recent theft of wires on TV. No, I can't let the wires fall into the wrong hands. Thinking of this, I moved my steps gently and approached the "enemy" slowly. Here we are. Almost there. I saw two old people. Well, it's a shame to come out and do bad things at such a big age. Listen carefully, alas, something is wrong. "Today our work efficiency is higher than yesterday, haha!" "Of course, on a sunny day, we can easily shovel off small advertisements without having to carry water to wipe them." Say that finish, they smiled and looked very simple and honest. At this point, I really want to slap myself. How can I treat two old people like this? Whether it rains or not, they all have a good time. They are respectable and lovely urban beauticians. I strode up to protect the two old people from the rain. The old man looked up and said kindly, "Are you going to school, son?" "hmm." "Then hurry up and don't be late." "No, I won't let you get wet." "No, we are used to it."

This summer morning, the rain is particularly poetic, and it is never cold.

There are many admirable people in life, such as policemen, doctors, teachers, farmers, etc ... But the people I admire most are ordinary and humble cleaners.

Most people who work as cleaners are elderly people. Their faces are thin, black and yellow, and the corners of their eyes and corners are covered with messy wrinkles, like an old cypress bark; The sunken forehead is engraved with several deep wrinkles, as if it had been whipped by a whip; Eyes are small and yellow; Wearing an orange uniform, I slowly swept the garbage on the street with a broom, for fear of leaving a little. This is their first impression in my mind.

But there is one thing that makes me very educated and I have sincere admiration for these cleaners. One morning, because I got up late, I finished my breakfast quickly, took my schoolbag and a box of milk and ran away. On my way to school, I finished drinking milk quickly. Because I was in a hurry, I threw away the box and went on to school. A cleaner saw me and waved to me, probably to let me pick up the box. I ignored it, thinking: dogs take mice and mind their own business. It happened that the school was in class that day, and the teacher showed us two pictures. One is cleaned by a cleaner, and the street in the picture is very neat and clean; The other one was not cleaned by the cleaner, and the garbage was everywhere, which was disgusting. I suddenly realized the importance of cleaners, thought of my mistakes, and suddenly felt that their figures were beautiful. The next day, I apologized to the cleaner, but the cleaner praised me as a good boy.

These cleaners are all skilled "urban beauticians", and customers are cities. It is precisely because they are not afraid of hardship, fatigue and dirt that they have the beauty of this city! They have won people's respect and admiration with their own efforts!

Composition of urban beauticians11165438+1On October 7th, our reporter came to the Sanyang office to gather. Under the leadership of teacher Xiao, we followed the Red Cross to Sanyang garbage dump.

After listening to the teacher's explanation, we began the interview. I interviewed a tall old man with white hair on his head, about 60 years old and dark skin. I timidly stepped forward to interview.

I asked, "Are you satisfied with this job?"

He replied: "Satisfied!"

I asked, "What do you eat for three meals a day?"

He replied, "We eat vegetable buns three times a day."

I asked, "Do you think the environment in Wenzhou is good?"

He replied, "Yes."

I asked, "Are you going back to your hometown for the New Year?"

He replied, "I'm not going home."

After the interview, we gave each cleaner a bottle of oil, a bag of rice and a bag of daily necessities. When we took pictures, the cleaner in the back said, "It will be on TV." They may find it incredible!

Then, our reporter visited the home of a cleaner, and the home was in a mess. Through the interview, we learned that it is not that she is lazy in cleaning, but that she got up at three o'clock in the morning, opened the door of the vegetable market, cleaned the door of the vegetable market, and was busy until 1 1 p.m., and had no time to clean up the house. The family is poor and the grandson can't go to school. Her son died of illness. 500 yuan's salary had risen to 1800 yuan before, and she was very happy.

You know, everyone is a "beautician" in the city. Let's act! Protect urban environmental sanitation and protect the environment, starting from me.

The composition of urban beauticians 12 Zhuzhou has really changed a lot! Now there is no garbage on the roads and streets in Zhuzhou, and even the small advertisements of "urban psoriasis" are much less. Who did these good things? Our "city beautician", of course.

Is there a job as a city beautician? I heard someone sigh. No, the urban beautician I'm talking about is someone who has been quietly contributing to our city. "Urban beauticians" can be seen everywhere in our lives.

Take construction workers as an example. When summer comes, how hard it is for them to move bricks, transport sand and lift steel bars under the scorching sun, especially under the scorching sun, the surface temperature of steel bars is 50 or 60 degrees, even close to 100 degrees Celsius. How much sweat they need. In order to beautify our city, they don't have much time to rest, or even they just take a few bites and then do their homework.

Let's talk about road builders. At noon in the scorching sun, when we watch TV leisurely in the air-conditioned room and feel still hot; In the dead of night, we all fell asleep, and our road repairman was still busy repairing roads, even forgetting to sweat. They want to build the smoothest road. Although they are often dyed the same color as asphalt, only a pair of bright eyes are exposed, but they look at the fruits of their labor, and their hearts are just as beautiful.

Let's talk about environmental workers. They get up at three or four o'clock every day to clean the fallen leaves and rubbish in the street. Make the city more and more beautiful. In particular, there are lighting workers who use their wisdom and sometimes risk their lives to install contour lights of various shapes on high-rise buildings in cities. They are also responsible for street lamps in the city streets. They are the "guardians" in the eyes of our city.

Of course, we must not forget the gardener. It is their obscurity and hard work like bees that have made our garden-like city full of flowers.

Zhuzhou, it is these "urban beauticians" who dress themselves up more beautifully. It is these "beauticians" who have turned Zhuzhou into a bright pearl on the Xiangjiang River. We sincerely respect these gardeners!

The composition of city beautician 13 Look, people in dazzling orange overalls, brooms and dustpans are the cleaners we can see everywhere.

The winter morning is still foggy and the cold wind is still blowing, but the cleaners have come to the street to clean up. The sound of rustling the floor woke me up from my dream. As long as I open the window, I can see that cleaning is still working hard in orange clothes as before, creating a smooth road without snow for children to go to school and adults to go to work. It also creates a clean and comfortable environment for us.

At noon in summer, the sun is like fire, and the sun shines on the earth like a big fireball. It seems that the earth is scorched, flowers and plants are drooping, dogs stick out their tongues, and their saliva drowns our house. People can only hide in the air-conditioned room in the house. At the moment, the cleaner is still sticking to his post, but his face is flushed and sweaty, and his clothes are soaked, ready to sweep the dustpan.

At night, the lights are on, and people who come home from work are more reunited. Delicious food was placed in front of them, but the cleaners took pains to clean up the rubbish left by people in the street. When we eat well and walk below, we only see the tired figure of the cleaner slowly disappearing into the street. ...

Cleaning is really hard. They are really urban beauticians. I will definitely not litter in the future, so that they can clean up one person's garbage less. Please don't litter.

Composition by urban beautician 14 Sometimes, although things are small, they are touching; Although the behavior is slight, it is admirable. In the streets, parks and campuses, sanitation workers can be seen working almost everywhere. Day after day, year after year, they waved brooms in the street and cleaned the road. They always work diligently and silently. ...

Day after day, month after month, year after year, they work so hard every day and dedicate their youth to ordinary posts. ...

"Shua-shua-shua-"The voice of sweeping the floor came from the front. In the beautiful morning light, I saw a thin figure. She is the cleaner that we can see all day. I passed by her, only to see her wearing gloves and thin clothes, constantly waving a broom, sweeping the litter, and throwing the peel scraps into the dustpan. ...

I looked at her carefully. Her whole body was gray, and a thin layer of sweat hung on her face, even on her eyebrows. The glittering and translucent sweat is shining with colorful light in the morning light, which is very beautiful! Indeed, she is beautiful. She beautified our surroundings with a broom in her hand. She is a beautician in our city.

At this moment, she suddenly turned around and seemed to notice me. I looked at her and she looked at me. Her eyes are so calm and bright. After a while, she turned around and concentrated on loading piles of garbage into the car, gently pushing the hopper to pull the garbage away. ...

She is digging garbage in the sewer not far away. After a while, some rubbish appeared next to it: rotten apple peels, rotten vegetables, instant noodle bags ... This pile of rubbish stinks and makes people want to vomit. Look at this woman cleaner. Instead of being rejected, she has become a big cat. ...

Day after day, month after month, year after year, she worked in obscurity, which not only helped us take away the domestic garbage, but also purified our increasingly dusty hearts. He won the respect and affirmation of others and society with his own labor!

Composition of urban beautician 15 Who is the beauty tutor in the city? Who will cut the hair for the city? Who dresses with the city? It's a cleaner! It is they who make the city radiant and full of vitality.

You see, that bee, which is in a hurry all day, keeps brewing sweet and pure honey day and night. Is it like a city cleaner? When the dark sky was still hanging in the air, they began a hard day's work. The sound of cleaning came in the quiet morning, like a waltz of workers, which awakened the sleeping city and everyone who was sleeping. When the dawn breaks, the city shows its exquisite and beautiful appearance, and everyone starts their daily life in the clean and beautiful natural environment here. Year after year, day after day, this is how the cleaner repeats his simple but noble work.

Aren't cleaners like camphor trees next to street communities? Cinnamomum camphora is not as attractive and beautiful as fruit trees, graceful as weeping willows, and evergreen as pine and cypress. It is just a tree that is generally ignored by others, but it is extremely tenacious and unpretentious, standing on both sides of the road and silently making selfless contributions to people. The same is true of cleaners, who silently contribute to cleanliness and beauty. It is they who tirelessly maintain the brand image of the city. They are covered in dust and have no beautiful clothes or trousers. They look so ordinary, so ordinary. However, they have a beautiful heart.

Street cleaners have been cleaned, which is the most familiar scene, but it is also a beautiful scenery. They are like the sun, illuminating every corner of the world without any benefit. Thanks to the cleaners, everyone's city will become so beautiful.

I want to cheer for the cleaner and sing a hymn for the cleaner!