A composition praising the cleaning workers

Composition praising the cleaners

Chapter 1: The person who polishes the earth - the cleaner

Many people got up at the same time, and now I secretly I muttered: "The person who made the sound must have been scolded so hard that he couldn't even lift his head!"

Unexpectedly, the neighbor's child cried, which seemed to add fuel to the fire. At this time, I was surprised Suddenly, I found that there were more people than before, but I always asked angrily and then apologized profusely...

Now I am confused like a monk...

By chance I overheard the conversation between the cleaner and passers-by. The passers-by asked in confusion: "How did you get your calluses?"

The cleaner seemed a little embarrassed and said softly: "That's what we have been working on for many years." "What a sign!"

This seemed to arouse the interest of passers-by, and they happily asked: "How many years have you been working?"

The cleaner replied calmly: "I am old. My memory is bad, I don’t know anymore. "

The passers-by seemed to know what he was thinking, and the desire to ask the question was gone, so they picked up their bicycles and rode away. When he left, his unhappy expression seemed to be disappointed. I thought silently: "It can be said that they are doing this job with great success. If young people create a ladder of progress, then they will be like paving it with soft materials." "

At this time, I wanted to say to myself: "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. Don't waste a minute or a second. The ancients said that young people are not strong. Trying hard, the boss is in vain! "

Suddenly I found that the cleaner had a striking wound. The wound seemed to be able to speak. I seemed to hear the wound saying: "My wound a year ago. The owner was still a novice who knew nothing about it. He accidentally cut it with sharp scissors, and blood immediately flowed out like spring water, so I stayed with these pale hands. "

Compared with the fine skin and tender meat, there is a huge difference. At this time, I couldn't help but shed tears, thinking: "Our country is not very developed, so we can only let them beautify our homeland at the cost of their sweat. They really It was so hard. "

At this moment, I suddenly had an idea and seemed to have come up with a good idea. I ignored everything and grabbed a brand new towel to prepare. I gave it to him, but he saw every move I made. When I wanted to give it to him, he said happily: "Good boy, if you have this intention, I will accept it. As long as you study hard, it will be a thousand times, ten thousand times better than a towel." . "

After that, I went to work again. I felt that they were working very hard. Although I couldn't give them towels, they didn't say that studying hard would be a thousand times better than towels. Ten thousand

Then I know what to do in the future.

Chapter 2: The person I admire most - the cleaner

There are many people in life, including teachers, classmates, and parents... The cleaner is someone who is not to be messed with. A person who attracts attention, but I admire her very much.

This is a winter day. The cold wind blew, making people shiver. I wore a thick cotton-padded jacket, carried my schoolbag, and left happily. When I got downstairs, I saw a cleaner wearing thin work clothes coming to the trash can and reaching into the trash can with the wooden stick in his hand. I thought: Ah, how disgusting! She dared to pick out so many dirty things with her hands. She must have covered her mouth with her hands and closed her eyes tightly. Hum, I must take a closer look! So, I walked over lightly, and I saw her hands were red from the cold, as red as red apples. She gritted her teeth and tried to dig out with a wooden stick. Suddenly, a bottle slipped out of the trash can. She came out. At this time, she turned around, her smile flowing down the curved wrinkles on her face. She looked so beautiful! Her eyes are so bright, twinkling, and her big mouth makes people feel extremely friendly.

There are "silver threads" in her hair! I couldn't help but feel a feeling of admiration in my heart. I thought: I'm so sorry for how I treated her just now! In life, I don't have the spirit of not being afraid of hardship or getting dirty, but she does. I want to learn from her!

This is the person I admire

Summer is here. At noon, the red sun scorched the earth. My mother said, "It's too hot today! Go down and buy a bottle of peanut milk!" I readily agreed, and I immediately took the money and rushed down. Suddenly, I saw the cleaner again, and I thought: It’s so hot today! Aren't you hot? I walked in and took a look. Beads of sweat as big as beans lay all over my face. One crystal sweat joined several others to form a large drop. Along the forehead, there was a "pop" sound, and the sweat beads fell on the on the ground. After a while, the weather got hotter, and beads of sweat kept falling down, like pearls with broken strings. I thought: How much this aunt loves her work, I must learn from her and put this energy into studying. In this way, my grades will definitely be among the best!

This is the person I admire, a cleaner who is persistent and not afraid of getting dirty!

Chapter 3: The person I admire most - the cleaner in our community

Let us also learn from her excellent qualities of helping others and selfless dedication, and be a good example of her in the future. A socially useful person.

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Others admire mathematicians, politicians, astronomers... but I admire the cleaners in our community.

In my memory, she worked from dawn to dusk every day. Due to her efforts, the community was kept clean at all times. Not only does she love her job, she is also a "warm-hearted" person.

I remember one time, the garbage pipe in our community was blocked, and an unpleasant garbage smell soon emitted.

But the garbage pipes are so smelly, why would anyone poke them? As the days go by, the garbage pipe becomes more and more smelly because no one is handling it.

Finally one day, the cleaner appeared. She endured the unpleasant smell from the garbage pipe and started poking. At first, there were only a few people watching, and an aunt said arrogantly: "Oh! What did your management office do? It took so long to come, and I have already packed up my things and prepared to move!" But the cleaner didn't say anything. In a word, he is still there with his head down and poking at the garbage pipe.

Slowly, everyone was moved by her spirit of helping others. At first, a few people came to help. After a few minutes, all the residents who came to watch came to help. The irony just now The cleaner's aunt also joined the team, and within an hour, the garbage pipe that had been backlogged for several weeks was completely cleared.

Since then, the community has formed a big family. When there are difficulties, everyone shares them together; when there are joys, everyone shares them together.

I think there is something sparkling about the cleaner aunt, which is her willingness to help others and her selfless dedication. It will always encourage me to move forward!

Chapter 4: The person who has made silent contributions to us - the cleaner

Who is it? Cleaning the road will make us feel happy? It's him, it's her, it's them, it's our dear and respectable cleaners.

No matter it is windy or rainy, winter or scorching heat, these cleaners arrive at their work posts on time. Day after day, year after year, these cleaners clean the roads, working hard and without complaint. Working quietly and without complaint.

I remember it was a Saturday. I was walking on the roadside and saw a cleaner who was sweeping the floor. He shook his head helplessly, took out a shovel from his pocket, squatted down, and shoveled the ground hard.

I was extremely curious, so I walked forward to see what the aunt was shoveling. When I took a closer look, I saw that what I was shoveling was chewing gum that had been trampled on by people. Seeing this scene, I thought of how I would spit the chewing gum on the ground after eating it. Suddenly, I felt ashamed. It seemed like this The chewing gum that an aunt shoveled was spitted out by me.

With a flushed face, I pushed the aunt’s shoulder embarrassedly, and asked repeatedly: "Auntie, you do these hard and tiring jobs every day, don’t you feel tired?" "

The aunt smiled honestly and said: "It's tiring, but this black chewing gum is extremely eye-catching. It would be unsightly not to shovel it away." After that, she went to shovel the gum again. . Seeing this, I couldn't help but help this aunt shovel the chewing gum.

I remember another time, when I was walking home, I saw a grandfather who was over seventy years old sweeping the floor. There were several children in front of him who were drinking drinks and laughing and chasing each other. Suddenly I heard " Bang..." After a few sounds, it turned out that the child threw the drink bottle on the ground.

After hearing a few noises, the old man turned his head and walked towards the bottle with faltering steps... At this moment, a large truck was driving towards here. The old man Seeing it, with lightning speed, he quickly flicked it with the broom, and the bottle was at his feet. Why did this grandfather fight to protect these bottles from being run over by the car? So, I asked my grandfather with confusion. After hearing this, my grandfather smiled heartily and said, "If I don't grab it, those bottles will be crushed, the fragments will fly around, and the city will be damaged!" After that, Then he went to sweep the floor again.

Friends, do you want the cleaners to be so tired forever? If you are unwilling, then please "be merciful with your words and be merciful with your hands"!

Chapter 5: Dear Cleaner

Do you know who the person I respect is? You must not know! Let me tell you, the person I respect the most is the cleaner.

I didn’t think so before. Later, facts educated me and I changed my view.

When I was doing homework at home, I often heard bursts of "rustling" sweeping sounds coming from outside the window, which interrupted my thoughts on homework. It makes me unable to do my homework; hearing this kind of sound when sleeping will make me unable to sleep, because I hate this kind of sound, and I hate the person who makes this sound even more - the cleaner. I figured some cleaners couldn't do anything big, so they had to do this dirty, dirty job.

Once, I went to the street and bought some candies and melon seeds. When I got home, I sat in front of the window and ate melon seeds and candies. I threw the shells out of the window while reading. In less than half an hour, I finished all the candies and melon seeds I bought.

Later, I went to the living room to watch TV. As I watched, I heard that "rustling" sound again. I have those pesky cleaners sweeping the floor again. So, I leaned down to the window and watched. At this time, I saw the cleaners cleaning the floor of the window tirelessly. He swept several times but couldn't clean it all, but he was not discouraged and continued to sweep, sweeping out the melon seed shells embedded in the seam of the turning head, and even dug out the shells that could not be swept out with his hands. He tore up the candy wrappers stuck to the ground. I blushed because I knew I was the one causing trouble for the cleaner. I think I really deserve it. What would the world be like if everyone in the world was like me? Isn’t that just a garbage world? Thanks to some cleaners, the world becomes so clean and beautiful. I will never litter again, and I will respect the cleaners!

Cleaners are so selfless. They clean the streets in obscurity, get up earliest and do the most work. Even more tired, they are not unwilling to work more because they don't make much money, but they work harder to make the environment cleaner.

Neat and beautiful!

Here I would like to remind everyone: don’t litter with garbage and fruit shells, let the cleaners work less and rest more, make the motherland more prosperous, and make the world a better place!

Chapter 6: Pay tribute to the 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, but they are truly amazing. 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 his 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 and clean every road. There are their footprints in every corner.

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 came 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?" After that, 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 character, beauticians of the environment, and the rainbow in people's minds. You have worked hard! "

Chapter 7: The Cleaner I Admire

Most of the people everyone admires are: famous scientists, politicians or celebrities that people are familiar with. But I admire But they are the unknown street angels - cleaners.

I never paid attention to them. They wore dirty work clothes and pushed dirty tool carts, covered in mud and dirt. Sweat mingled with their faces, and their stench could be smelled from a few meters away. Whenever I met them, I would always hold my nose, hold my breath, and run away quickly. .

However, one thing changed my view of them. It was a hot Sunday in the summer. It was noon after I had just finished my foreign language tutoring class, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The concrete floor was burning with green smoke, and my feet felt like they were stepping on red-hot steel. I was so hot that I wanted to fly home and hide in an air-conditioned room to cool down! , I was walking as fast as I could, and suddenly, a gust of stinking wind came over me. I was so busy that I covered my nose with my hands, stretched my steps and flew away from the place where I was passing by. The moment I took off, my concubine! Guang found a cleaner in the open sewer ditch, digging out bit by bit with his hands. It was unclear whether the hat was a safety helmet or a gauze scarf, and the face was unclear whether it was a man or a woman.

Because of my curiosity, I was moved by what I saw! The hand that was covering him unknowingly loosened his grip. Just when his hand was out of reach, I moved forward to help him. But, I got a crisp thank you! At this time, I realized that she turned out to be a young aunt!

What power supports you? Why don’t you retreat and live a comfortable life? I asked her:

However, the answer I unexpectedly got was: This is me work, everyone for one, and one for everyone. Of course!

From then on, Auntie’s words echoed in my mind from time to time! Think about what you have done and look at your aunts and uncles. I am so grateful for the hard work of my uncles.

Although their (her) bodies are covered with mud and candle water, their (her) hearts are noble and they are engineers of urban environmental protection. They (she) are extremely ordinary. Their labor has made a great cause! It is their no regrets and no regrets that have brought millions of people to live and work in peace and contentment!

I admire him (her) from the bottom of my heart!

Chapter 8: Cleaners are not extraordinary

Whenever I walk through a road that has been cleaned cleanly, that scene emerges in my mind...

Everyone must be familiar with cleaners! What an ordinary person! Every time when it gets dark, they come out and clean and shuttle back and forth in the quiet alleys. The amount of garbage in the garbage truck gradually increased, and our city became cleaner. The slight dust was dispersed in a hot heart, and the garbage disappeared in a beautiful figure. People gradually came out, and the cleaner left with her tiredness and stench. When the night was quiet, she appeared again, wearing simple clothes, and a bright smile appeared in front of her eyes. The beads of sweat grew from small to large and rolled on her head, like the beautiful hard work intertwined in people's hearts. Very impressed.

In this way, the cleaning lady goes out early and comes back late every day, without interruption, no matter it is a scorching summer or a windy and rainy winter, no matter how hot the sun is above her head, or a typhoon is coming. Every day, she always appears in front of people at the same time every day. Her hands, her person, everything about her is thought-provoking and ordinary.

On a weekend morning, before dawn, everything was sleeping. A few calls from biological species woke me up from my sleep. I got up and walked out of the house, and immediately felt the heat! And what about the cleaner aunt? Seeing her face covered with sweat, in my eyes, she looked ordinary and noble. I saw her raise the broom and sweep it up seriously and meticulously, one handful, two handfuls... There was less and less garbage on the ground. Auntie's head There are more and more beads of sweat on my face. A pair of tired hands, a handful of sweat, and a tidy city. Isn't this the best testimony? They are the most beautiful, the most ordinary and noble people. The boiling dust and the unforgettable stench came towards the cleaners. When people passing by saw this, they immediately covered their noses and left, chanting "It stinks, it stinks!" They just turned sideways and walked away. I was driven away by the pungent stench, but where was the cleaner aunt? She has to endure more stench in such an environment, which is unbearable for ordinary people. They are paying such a price for the cleanliness of our city! They are not afraid of being laughed at and bravely accept the ridicule that people give them. What a noble quality! Seeing such a scene, a feeling of admiration burned in my heart.

In the past, the impression given to us by cleaners was that they were smelly and lowly. When people saw her, they would think of the title of "garbage man". But now, I have a new view of them. If not How can their labor lead to our clean home?