Write a 500-word kind composition of her mother-in-law.

At the end of autumn, the weather was slightly cool, and I was shivering in the street. Inadvertently, there was a "rustling" sound not far away. I know, not that you left early, but that there were pedestrians early. Besides her, the aunt in the orange jacket, who else would be so diligent in the cold winter? When I approached, sure enough, the orange figure caught my eye, and the message conveyed by the three words behind it was "cleaner"

The face is so vicissitudes, and the road surface is so clean. Seeing me, she smiled, stopped, wiped her forehead with her sleeve, took off her coat and put it on the steel handlebar of the garbage truck, and continued to sweep the garbage. She moves slowly and beats her waist from time to time. The white hair between her temples shows her age and bitterness. Panting, she stood up straight, rested with a broom in her hand, and shoveled a pile of leaves and garbage into the garbage truck several times.

I met her several times in the morning. Even if I don't know her, I know that she is a "city beautician". I can't help but be moved and admire her efforts. "Aunt, how much is your monthly salary?" I asked suddenly. Of course, this is out of sympathy, but also a little curious, and there is no malicious ridicule. She gave me a quick look in silence, then lowered her head and waved her broom. "More than three hundred." So hard, only 300 yuan? Why do you choose such a low-paying but tiring job? She went on working, with a hint of calm in her wry smile. It turned out that her son was in high school and her husband died of illness a few years ago. He has no money and no education. "I have to go ... I can do this job or beautify our city!" She spoke peacefully and intermittently, as if telling other people's stories, so calmly, but the last sentence surprised me secretly. I may have heard it from her management leader. I've heard it many times. Remember, being said naturally by a simple and low-educated cleaner really warmed my heart.

I smiled, said "goodbye" politely, turned around and ran back slowly. Stepping on the smooth street and shaking the slightly shaky orange background in front of me, I can't help but have different ideas. By contrast, she is more glorious than some people who sit in the office playing poker, playing computer and chatting. She used her hard work and sweat to support her family and send her son to school. Although she has no education, her heart is noble. Although the salary is not high, she doesn't complain or complain, silently doing her part for urban civilization. Such a person cannot be defeated by embarrassment. What today's society needs is people with such perseverance and fighting spirit!

The sound of "rustling" is getting farther and farther away, but the orange figure and simple words remain in my mind for a long time.