With the sound of sweeping the floor, it became a beautiful morning symphony. It was a simple morning.
Emerge in my mind, causing me infinite nostalgia and reverie.
It was a quiet morning, and the cleaners came to this street early in the morning to clean up. The sound of the cleaner sweeping the floor broke the silence in the morning. I sat quietly by the window and stopped to see the cleaner. The cleaner is dressed in green.
There is a big ponytail on his head, a white mask on his face, two watery eyes embedded in his rosy cheeks, a white glove and a pair of gloves on his hand.
Clean up carefully in the street. On the stone ridge, there sat a mother and son. I vaguely heard the conversation between mother and son. "Son, don't wave in the street like a cleaner in the future.
Sweeping around, what a shame! We have to live.
Instead of working hard under the cover of dust, you know? "The mother is educating her son." I see, mom, I must earn a lot of money in the future to make you live a happy life! "Young children.
Here you are. "I hope you know, son!" Mother said, throwing the finished mineral water bottle on the ground. When the child reached out to pick it up, the mother flew into a rage and stopped her son: "Why did my son pick it up? Do you have to lose my face to be satisfied? " Never live in a dirty world like that aunt who sweeps the floor, just like
Frog, with shallow knowledge, does such a low-level job. "Children see mother angry, quietly put his hand back. Hearing these words, my anger exploded like a volcano, and I felt wronged for the cleaner. What happened to the cleaner? Without them, the earth will become dirty. They are so noble and beautiful. How can you people who claim to be noble compare with those cleaners? And those
Cleaners, who is purer than them? While I was working as a cleaner.
At this time, the cleaner quietly came to the mother and son, bent down, covered the mineral water bottle and left in a hurry. Looking at the cleaner's far-away back, at this moment, my heart really doesn't taste like it was knocked over.
Yes Ah, I admire them. They gave us sweet milk. They shed a drop of sweat on the boundless fertile soil. Ah, they created beauty. They are creators of beauty. I admire them!