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1. Character description essay about the cleaner

"Haha! You can buy a lot more!" One day during the summer vacation, I happily took the ten yuan my mother gave me. , ran towards the supermarket. When I ran to the door of the supermarket, a person caught my attention - a cleaner. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, a peaked cap, and a pair of black trousers. His appearance was really ordinary. But somehow, my pace gradually slowed down, and my eyes focused on her.

I saw her holding a broom in one hand and a long-handled poke in the other hand, and she was concentrating on sweeping the floor. She first used a broom to sweep the ashes into a pile, then placed the poke in front of the ashes, then used the broom to sweep the ashes in, and finally poured the ashes into the gray garbage truck beside her. Then, he pulled the car to the next place. . This didn't seem to be unusual, but I was deeply moved - look at her face, there were big beads of sweat rolling on her gray face; look at the car next to her , it's almost full----she has been scanning many places for a long time.

She is still sweeping, and she is getting more and more energetic. The sound of cicadas chirping on the trees on the roadside was gradually swallowed up by the sound of sweeping the floor. She seemed to have forgotten everything. At this time, in her eyes there was only a neat and clean road.

She watched every pedestrian and vehicle with indescribable satisfaction in her heart.

At this time, three boys aged fourteen or fifteen came and they were eating popsicles. There was a trash can on the side of the road, but they didn't seem to notice it and threw the popsicle paper on the ground. The cleaner saw it and shook his head slightly, but said nothing. He walked over quietly, swept away the popsicle paper, and returned to the distance. The janitor looked at the three boys again. The three boys saw it, and in a blink of an eye, they blushed and walked past her with their heads lowered.

The sound of "rustling" came again, getting louder and louder, reaching into my heart. 2. An essay describing the characters of cleaners

1. You are the beauticians of the city and the messengers who create a better future. We praise you "cleaners"! We praise you! No matter it is severe cold or hot, you stick to your post and shuttle on various roads. The beauty of the city cannot be separated from you, and the health of the city cannot be separated from you. You are a member of the beautification family of the city!

2. At dawn, hard-working sanitation workers, armed with brooms and dustpans, came to the deserted streets and worked hard to sweep them. They clean every part of the street, never leaving a corner, never leaving a trace of dust. In the golden autumn world where the red leaves are like fire, sanitation workers, with the joy of harvest and bright smiles, wave their brooms with confidence to tidy up the originally dirty streets in order.

3. I remember that one afternoon in midsummer, with the scorching sun in the sky, I returned to the gate as usual, and while walking, I saw the female cleaner cleaning the road. He swept the broom close to the broom, writing carefully like a primary school student one stroke after another. The fierce sunlight shone on her mercilessly. Her clothes were soaked with sweat. Although he was wearing a sun hat, his face was still covered with beads of sweat as big as beans

4. In the wind and rain, a hunchback wearing bright orange clothes was working hard with a long broom and dustpan. Sweeping the garbage on the roadside, I saw clearly that he was an old grandfather. His eyes were sunken, as if he was seriously ill. I ran over and said, "Grandpa, please take a rest. Look at you like this. Aren't you tired?" "No. I have to sweep. If I don't sweep, The city is not beautiful anymore,” the old man said excitedly. "Take a rest! It's a rainy day." I couldn't bear to say. The old man stood up and said seriously: "If we don't sweep, who will sweep? If we are tired, everyone will be healthy!" "Okay, on behalf of the whole world, thank you!" I bowed and left with tears in my eyes. . I vaguely saw the old man bending down again and scanning quickly and conscientiously.

3. Please give me an 800-word essay about noble characters

Nobility is a virtue, nobility is the rising sun at dawn, nobility is the red sunset at dusk, nobility is a star in the night sky Shining stars.

Many people in life are noble, but I think my grandfather is the noblest. My grandpa is 61 years old this year. At this age, grandpas like those in the city can no longer work. However, my grandpa is very healthy and farms 70% of the fields. Every summer when he threshes millet, he always He was busy all the time, not tired at all, and even helped others after finishing his own.

There was an old lady living in front of my grandfather’s house. She also lived alone, but she planted 1 mu and 2 acres of land. The grandmother came to my grandfather at night and said, "Help me thresh the millet." I'll give you 35 yuan." Grandpa said, "Yeah...

Okay." After the grandma left, I heard Grandpa's gracious tone just now, and I said, "Grandpa, you are." "It's not that I don't have enough money."

Grandpa said angrily, "It's not easy for an old man to make some money." I said, "Oh! I'm sorry." After that we went to bed.

My grandpa got up at four o'clock in the morning and went to cut grain first. After grandpa left, I continued to sleep. At 12 o'clock at noon, the sun was strong and grandpa had not come home yet. I took a parasol and went to the fields to see grandpa. The sun was shining directly, and I felt too hot even with a parasol. I thought my grandpa’s clothes were all wet when he was in the field. I walked three steps and two steps in the field, looking at the glistening sweat on my grandpa’s face, and seeing how tired he was. I bent over even more, my heart ached so much, and my tears flowed down. Then grandpa saw me, "Go back quickly, why are you running out in such a bright sun?" "Go and have a rest, grandpa." I was worried. As he said that, it was getting dark and grandpa finally came home. Then he changed out of the clothes that were already wet with sweat. Looking at my worried eyes, grandpa said, "No."

In the evening, grandma came to give money, and grandpa put the money in her bag. No matter what grandma said, grandpa didn't want it. This time, I looked at grandpa and smiled sweetly! 2 A noble person During the summer vacation, my father sent me to my grandma’s house to play. One of my grandma’s neighbors made me understand the nobility of the world.

Next door to my grandma’s house, there is an old man who is approaching 70 years old. Although his head is full of white hair, his body is very strong. This old man goes out early in the morning every day. I thought in confusion: He is almost 70 years old, and it is hard to stay at home to accompany his wife, or to play chess and chat with other old people. What's all this fussing about out there! Every time the old man came back, he would come back "fully loaded" - a bag of bottles on the left and a bag of bottles on the right.

I couldn’t figure out what this old man was doing, so I had to ask my cousin: "Why does the old man next door always go out to pick up bottles from morning to night? It’s not like he has no money." "Well!" said my cousin, "I don't know much about it either."

One morning, when I was going out to play, I happened to meet my grandfather. I asked the old man: "Grandpa, why did you go out to pick up bottles early in the morning?" "The money I went out to pick up bottles and sell them was donated to poor college students. I want to get my wish and walk into the university gate."

"Oh, that's it." I heard that during the summer vacation, the grandfather picked up more than 20,000 kilograms of bottles, sold them for more than 7,000 yuan, and donated them all to poor college students.

Grandpa lives a very simple life. I saw that the clothes he wore were all patched.

Once the old lady bought a new dress for the old man, and the old man went to the store to sell it without saying a word. The old lady asked in confusion: "Why did you return that new dress?" "Don't I still have clothes to wear? Why did you buy clothes?" The old lady couldn't persuade the old grandfather, so she had to listen to him.

Grandpa is such a person. In the future, I want to be a noble person like Grandpa. 3. Noble people around me. Speaking of noble people around me, there are many noble people around me, but the person I admire the most is Uncle Zhang.

Today is Saturday. Uncle Zhang promised me to take me to the park.

We got on the bus and found a good seat and got off. After a while, there were more and more people. At this time, a pregnant woman got on the bus. It was obvious that she was struggling to squeeze in the bus. At this time, Uncle Zhang stood up. Said to the pregnant woman: "Miss, please sit here."

The pregnant woman said thank you for your kindness and did the pull-down. When I saw this, I thought that my uncle is so stupid. Why should I give up my position to others? Sit down and let yourself suffer the consequences of standing. When we got off the bus at the station, we saw a man in front of us dropped his wallet after walking a few steps. My uncle picked up the wallet without saying a word. I thought he wanted to keep it for himself, but I didn’t expect him to pick up the wallet. I chased the man in front of me and returned my wallet to him.

As soon as we arrived at the park, we saw a little girl crying in the corner, so my uncle bought a lollipop and ran over to her and said, "Kid, what are you doing here, where is your mother?" "My mother and I came to the park to play, and we accidentally got separated. I couldn't find my mother," the little girl said as she stopped crying.

"Then let's help you find your mother." The uncle picked up the little girl and said.

We took the little girl to search for her mother for a long time but still couldn't find her. When we were about to look again, a woman ran over and said, "Huanhuan, it's so hard for my mother to find you." Picking up the little girl, I turned to my uncle and said, "Thank you, my benefactor, for helping me find my daughter."

After the woman left, I said to my uncle, "Uncle, you are so stupid. , Why should you give up your seat to others when you clearly have a seat on the bus? You stand to make trouble for yourself. You can’t sit down. And you want to return the wallet you just picked up to others instead of giving it to us.

Now I’m helping the little girl find her mother, which is a waste of our time.” After hearing what I said, my uncle said to me, “Zhu Jian, people should not be greedy for petty gains, and they should be happy to help others. The foundation of our happiness is to treat everyone with sincerity."

After listening to my uncle's words, I realized that my uncle turned out to be such a noble person. 4 Noble Person She is an ordinary cleaner in the community, but she works diligently to serve the people.

Regardless of the severe cold or scorching heat, he is dressed in orange and simple clothes, standing upright in the wind like a vicissitudes of life old man. I can always see that thin figure next to the trash can. Every time I put a Coke bottle in the trash can, I can always see a beautiful smiling face.

Whenever summer comes, it is her "harvest" season. One time I came home from a make-up class and saw her cleaning the stairs of the whole building. She was dragging the stairs with a mop, and her sweat couldn't stop the big fish droplets from spilling all over the floor.

I will return the whole building after dragging it. 4. An essay in the first grade of junior high school: describing wiseman

Now I am a sixth grade student, and like other students, I also have many hobbies.

Such as painting, playing computer, reading, etc., but my favorite is the electronic keyboard. I remember that when I was in kindergarten, my father bought me a Yamaha electronic keyboard.

I didn’t understand it at the time, so I just slapped randomly on the keys with my little hands. Later, my mother took me to the city to learn electronic keyboard formally.

From then on, no matter it was the coldest months of winter or the scorching summer heat, I would practice the electronic keyboard for several hours every day, relying solely on those ten dexterous and powerful fingers to produce beautiful sounds. In this way, every morning before going to school, I would practice scales for half an hour; every day when I got home from school, I would practice etudes for half an hour; after finishing my homework in the evening, I would practice music for an hour before going to bed. ; It’s winter vacation and summer vacation, so in the timetable, at least two or three hours of practice time should be arranged every day.

In the past seven years, I have experienced drops of sweat when practicing piano, and tears after being criticized by teachers for not practicing well; I have experienced the joy of receiving praise and the distress of encountering setbacks. But no matter what, I still persisted because I like electronic keyboards.

Through unremitting efforts, I obtained the seventh-level certificate in the Central Conservatory of Music grade examination. Since the school implemented quality education, it has provided me with many opportunities to show my talents.

When the school held activities or performances, I would either accompany my classmates or perform a solo by myself. Listening to the applause of the students in the audience, and looking at the envious eyes of the students, a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

This is the culmination of my sweat and tears. As a hobby, I get endless fun from music; but as a pursuit, it can only be regarded as just the beginning, and the hard road is still long! However, even if I cannot become a musician in the future, my hobby of playing the piano will remain unchanged throughout my life! -. 5. An essay about a cleaner who expresses his desire to advance but also restrains himself

During this period, the weather was very hot and muggy. Under the scorching sun, I was unwilling to leave my house even half a step.

Once, I had to leave the cool air-conditioned room because of something. The weather was extremely hot. I was sweating just after walking for a while. Waves of heat radiated from the surface. I felt like I was roasting pig. Just a pinch of cumin is missing. I felt helpless about such weather. Unknowingly, an unknown fire welled up in my heart, making me very irritable.

Suddenly, a cleaner came from not far away. She was working in the unbearable heat. Her skin had already been tanned by the scorching sun, and her clothes had been soaked with sweat, but she persisted in working, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down her face.

I was very moved when I saw this. I thought, these cleaners are still working in such hot weather, and they have really made a huge contribution to our country's environmental protection cause. At this moment, a very fat woman came from a distance, holding an umbrella and mumbling incessantly.

At this time, she took out a piece of paper from her bag, wiped her face, and threw it on the road, landing right next to the cleaner. The cleaner smiled and said to the fat woman: "Please don't leave the garbage lying around."

After hearing this, the fat woman said angrily: "What does it have to do with you if I throw away garbage? "Go away!" After hearing these rude words, the cleaner didn't say anything and went back to her work, but the fat woman still persisted and kept mumbling while removing her bag. He took out a pack of paper towels, kept wiping his sweat, and threw the used paper on the road. After a while, a pile of paper appeared on the ground, and then he smiled proudly and left. The cleaner didn't say a word, just smiled casually, cleaned up all the paper on the floor, and left.

Looking at the cleaner who was gradually going away, I felt indescribably moved in my heart. When we stay in the comfort of our homes and do what we want to do, have we ever thought of them, these hard-working workers? They work hard without complaint and work from dawn to dusk every day. Has anyone ever supervised them? At the same time, I also looked down upon that fat woman very much. To despise workers was to despise herself.

I was deeply touched. After returning home, I silently wrote this sentence: Workers are the most glorious. 6. A 400-word essay describing characters

I am familiar with many people, but the person I am most familiar with is my mother.

My mother has short black hair, a pair of piercing big eyes under a pair of thin and long eyebrows, and a high nose that helps her eyes carry a pair of big and heavy glasses. . My mother not only takes great care of me in life, but also constantly encourages and helps me in my studies.

I remember that I only scored 82 points in a math unit test in the second grade. The moment I got the test paper, I thought to myself: "What a tragedy. My mother will definitely criticize me when she sees the scores when I get home." I went home anxiously. After I got home, my mother asked me if I had sent out the test rolls? I hesitated and said: "Not yet... not yet." My mother took my test papers from my schoolbag while I was on the toilet. I thought my mother would be furious, but my mother calmly said to me: "Son, you have to be honest and don't lie. This time you didn't do well in the test. As long as you study hard, mother believes you will get good results.

"After that, my mother found some exercises about angles for me to practice and patiently explained them to me. After practicing, I better mastered the knowledge of angles and won the first place in the class in the final exam. I know this My achievements are inseparable from my mother's teaching and encouragement.

In short, my mother has done a lot for me, which is difficult to measure. I will study hard and respect my mother well when I grow up. 7. Character description. The composition should be more than 400 words, the more the better

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, which 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 the building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor.

The subscriber on the sixth floor is ours. It’s a walk up and down without taking anything. It’s very tiring, not to mention the milkman carrying so many milk bottles.

Besides, the milk bottles are round and slippery, and you will break a few bottles if you are not careful. When people see this situation, they just put it 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, knocks on the door and shouts "Milk is here!" "Winter is coming, and it's getting colder and colder. No matter it's windy or snowing, at six o'clock every afternoon, the familiar footsteps and the loud shout of "Milk is here" will always be heard in the corridor! "On a cold and 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 wondering, why don't you wear gloves? Is it because you don't have the money to buy gloves or you are too busy to buy them? Otherwise, I gave him a pair. When delivering milk, I finally couldn't help but ask him, and he said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water droplets on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will slip off easily." "

Oh, that's it! I sighed in my heart: The milkman uncle clasped his hands in the middle of winter in order not to break the bottle. It's really admirable! Mom said This is a kind of professionalism that is worth learning from each of us. Uncle milkman, you are the person I admire the most. A person with distinctive characteristics. He wears a pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue flowered trousers, and a neat yellow overalls. Wearing a little yellow hat, with a simple face under the hat... Have you ever noticed that no matter it is cold or hot, these cleaners are waving brooms on the streets to sweep away the dust? And I saw it? , I saw the most beautiful things in the scorching sun and wind and rain - they are hard-working, simple and selfless... - Inscription There are some happy people in the world who use the smiles of others to interpret their most selfless side.

They sweat and bury themselves in their 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 green homes and beautiful hearts. They are the guardians of the world.

During the summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation. People sweat like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of them becomes an ocean, and I am like a weak sardine. I squeezed 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, but when I saw the packaging bags scattered everywhere on the ground, I threw them away casually.

I sat on the bench in front of the door and organized my activities. Notes and materials, after a while, the people at the entrance of the cold drink shop dispersed, leaving behind plastic bags on the street. At this time, a man about forty years old, with a dull face, dry hair, and a general look appeared. The cleaning lady, who looked like a shriveled preserved fruit, was waving her broom and silently sweeping the bags thrown away 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, please respect other people's work."

The cleaner stopped what she was doing and politely reminded the person who was spitting. The man glanced at the cleaner with disdain and said, "Sweep the floor." What's your name? Why don't you just sweep the cigarette butts? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper? "Looking at Auntie's back, I thought. Very unpleasant. Cleaning workers are human beings too and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? They do it day after day, year after year.

Silently dedicated in that humble position. In summer, while we are still enjoying the coolness at home, they stick to their posts under the scorching heat. They never seem to be afraid of the heat of the sun or the pungent smell of garbage.

The big beads of sweat on the face are so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they are picking up every leaf blown down by the wind with their frozen hands in the severe cold, cleaning every street, and they have stepped into every corner of life. footprints.

They are hardworking; their hearts are kind. Learning to respect them does not actually require much effort. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort.

Every day when you sit in the car or walk along the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms on the street to wipe away the dirt on the street, making Binhai New Area clean and tidy. Radiant look. They will clean up the dirt and discarded debris left by every citizen on the ground as soon as possible, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, and it is when they are busiest at work, they will leave it on the ground. They took the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain and snow water 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 more to learn and admire. They have paid so much, yet they have become roles that people often ignore.

Here, I want to use my words to touch your heart: the city belongs to all of us, and only if we all hold hands with the cleaners to jointly maintain our homes. In this way, our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! They are the beauticians of the city, but also the soul. 8. A 600-word essay on character description

A person with distinctive characteristics

A pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue floral trousers, neat yellow work clothes on the upper body, and a headband A little yellow hat, a simple face under the hat... Have you ever noticed these cleaners waving brooms on the streets to sweep away the dust, no matter it is cold or hot? 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, 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 cigarette butts, what's the big deal? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper?"

Looking at Auntie's back, I thought Very unpleasant. Cleaning workers are human beings too and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? They do it day after day, year after year. Serving silently in that humble position. In summer, while we are still enjoying the coolness at home, they stick to their posts under the scorching heat. 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 picking up every leaf blown down by the wind with their frozen hands in the severe cold, cleaning every street, and they have stepped into every corner of life. footprints. They are hardworking; their hearts are kind. Learning to respect them does not actually require much effort. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort.

Every day when you sit in the car or walk along the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms on the street to wipe away the dirt on the street, making Binhai New Area clean and tidy. Radiant look. They will clean up the dirt and discarded debris left by every citizen on the ground as soon as possible, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, and it is when they are busiest at work, they will leave it on the ground. They took the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain and snow water 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. respect. They have paid so much, yet they have become roles 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 to jointly maintain our homes. In this way, our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! They are the beauticians of the city, but also 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 sun's rays shone on the cleaner's body, making her face red. Ah, I suddenly realized that she was so tall and beautiful! 9. Essay about cleaning work (400 words)

In my heart, cleaners are great.

In autumn, the leaves slowly fall from the sky to the ground like yellow butterflies. At this time, the "yellow carpet" was spread on the ground.

However, it didn't take long for the "yellow carpet" on the ground to disappear. This is a good thing the cleaner aunt did. It is their hard work every day that makes the ground so clean.

I saw the cleaner aunt early one morning. I saw her holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. While sweeping the floor, she poured garbage into the dustpan. Her movements seemed very sophisticated. Watching her actions, a question appeared in my mind. I asked the cleaner aunt doubtfully: "Auntie, I heard from my mother that you get up at five o'clock every day and start cleaning the roads. Don't you do this every day? Are you tired?"

She answered me simply: "No." She smiled and continued: "It is my honor to serve the people, and I am very happy to do so. Thank you for your concern. "

After hearing this, I thought: I must learn from her and do everything well.

Cleaner, you are amazing. You love your job and never get tired of it.