Composition by city beautician 1 Every morning, when we are still dreaming, she has got up early for work; Every night, when we eat, she is still busy outside. She works hard everywhere in this city. She cleans every corner of the city for us every morning. She is unknown and does not seek fame and fortune. Looking at this beautiful city, she is satisfied.
Yes, she is an indispensable city beautician-cleaner in every city. A small orange back, a pair of plain pants, and gray hair that looks a little old, but in those deep-set eyes, they are kind eyes, emitting a gentle light. It is such an ordinary career that caught my attention and was deeply engraved in my heart. I remember that day:
Dark clouds are gathering and there is a cold wind blowing in the sky. The cold wind, like a sharp dagger, pierces the bone, causing heartbreaking pain. After school, it began to rain. I held up my umbrella and walked in the direction of home. Suddenly, my eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and an invisible line took my sight away. Look, there is an aunt cleaner in the rain. She devoted herself to cleaning the road. I was about to leave when an angry scene happened. A middle-aged man walked leisurely with an umbrella in one hand and a pocket in the other. He coughed, spat two times on the ground and was about to leave. At this time, the aunt cleaner came over and said calmly, "Sir, please don't spit everywhere in the future." I thought the middle-aged man would sincerely apologize to the cleaner's aunt, but what I never expected was that instead of apologizing, he angrily shouted, "You old woman, what am I complaining about?" "But if everyone is like you, what will this city be like?" After listening to the cleaner, the middle-aged man ignored him, blushed and said falteringly, "I'm sorry ..." "Oh, it doesn't matter." The cleaner smiled. I thought to myself: Ah, what a nice aunt!
Look, she is really a well-deserved urban beautician!
On the afternoon of April 20th, organized by the reporter's studio, reporters from primary schools and other schools walked into the garbage transfer station in An Lan Road, Jiujiang District.
When it comes to garbage transfer stations, you will think of dirty places. However, it's completely different here, bright and clean, completely different. Under the leadership of the director of Jiujiang District Environmental Sanitation Institute, we saw all kinds of garbage trucks in the transfer station-washing and sweeping vehicles, arm-pulling vehicles, van-type arm-pulling vehicles and so on. There are 32 cars of all kinds, so many cars, and the director also said that there are not enough cars. It turns out that there is too much garbage transported to the transfer station every day. In a small transfer station, 200 tons of garbage are transported every day, which needs to be compressed by a compressor through the transfer station and then transported to the power plant.
In this activity, Director Ying also took our little reporter to the road and experienced the hardships of sanitation workers such as picking up garbage and sweeping the road. I didn't even touch the big broom, let alone clean it. Sanitation workers have to clean for a day, and it's really hard to do this every day! It is also introduced that one of them is equivalent to walking 120 km in one day. Thank you, beauticians in the city! I saw many touching stories on the exhibition board. Sanitation workers not only beautify the city, but also have beautiful hearts.
Through this activity, I was deeply moved. In order to respect the hard work of sanitation uncles and aunts, we must make less garbage and learn to classify it. Now the trash cans on Wuhu Road have been divided into "recyclable and non-recyclable". In addition, the garbage at home should also be classified, so let's start now!
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 and thought: 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 4 of Urban Beautician "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." On hearing this rhythm, everyone thought of someone in unison. He (she) is dressed in orange, with a dustpan in his left hand and a broom in his right. Everyone must have guessed who he (she) is. Yes, he (she) is our city beautician-sanitation worker.
In the early morning, a familiar voice and shadow bent down and waved a "beauty broom" to sweep the earth vigorously, creating a clean and comfortable home for us.
At noon, the sun is like a fire, like a big fireball, with grass and flowers hanging their heads; Uncle's leaves rolled up; The dog's tongue kept drooling and drowned China; The cicada shouted "cicada" in the tree ... while the people hiding in the house were watching TV with cold air conditioning on and cold drinks on! At the moment, the city beautician-sanitation worker is sticking to his post, and his or her face has already been baked into "the second sun of the world's invincible champion". His (her) sweat flies thousands of feet like a faucet without a "close" button. But he (she) has been working hard without complaint, no matter how hot the weather is.
At night, when night falls, people rush home to reunite with their families. There are few people left in the street, and the exhausted city beautician-sanitation worker slowly packed up his things and disappeared into the street.
Those who use their lives to clean and beautify the city are the most worthy of appreciation and admiration.
Comments: The author not only grasps the appearance characteristics of sanitation workers, but also shows the hardships of their work in chronological order, which is clear and clear, with typical examples. Awesome!
Urban beauticians make up 5. Everyone must know about "urban beauticians"-cleaners, right? Clean the city every day, pick up the scraps of peel and paper on the ground, and add a touch of beauty to the city.
In the hot noon, the sun was like fire, and the asphalt road was softened by the sun. People walking on the road are "armed to the teeth" I walked in the shade and enjoyed the cold and delicious ice cream. Walking, what surprised me happened: an old man in his 70 s, short and hunched, swept the floor in the middle of the road where cars were coming and going, without any sunscreen. Suddenly, a car passed by the old man like a good horse, and the old man fell down! I hurried forward and helped the old man to the shade. At this moment, I saw his face clearly: the weather-beaten face was tanned and wrinkled, his white hair set off his faithfulness, and his lips were about to be burnt purple ... I gave him a bottle of water. When the old man woke up, I asked with concern, "Grandpa, are you better?" Do you want to go to the hospital? ""Nothing, nothing, "the old man smiled." Thank you, little girl. ""oh, then-grandpa, I'm leaving. Please pay attention to rest. " I waved goodbye to grandpa. ...
Now I remember how lonely the old man was. At noon in the scorching sun, he beautified and decorated the city alone. No one wants to stay in the sun for a long time, only the elderly. When we were watching TV at home, the old man swept the floor in the open air near 40; While we were eating ice cream and drinking cold drinks, the old man shuttled in the car. While we enjoy the coolness brought by air conditioners and fans, the elderly are exposed to the scorching sun, and we can only rely on the prestige and fans in our hands from time to time to reduce the fever. ...
Take care of the city, stop littering and let the city's "beauticians" rest!
It's a weather-beaten face, and you can't tell whether it's blackened by the sun or by the dust. There are wrinkles on the thin cheeks and deeper on the forehead, like ripples on the face when the wind blows across the lake. Sweat trickled down from the temples above his head. From time to time, he picks up the towel hanging around his neck and wipes it. I don't know if he burned his face or rubbed it too hard. There is red in the dark, it is dark red, as if it has not been washed clean.
He is wearing a straw hat, and I can't see his hair. Judging from his slight hunchback and some staggering steps, he should be in his fifties and his temples should be a little gray.
His thin body is covered with a big orange uniform, and the clothes are so big that he feels that the clothes are hanging on his body, empty and weightless. Thick canvas gloves can't see its original color, and it is also harmonious to hold on a bamboo broom. He waved his arms and bent down to sweep, which was very energetic. With the dance of the broom, the veins stood out on his forehead, and the street covered with bits and pieces of peels, scraps of paper and leaves at his feet was recovering to a cleanliness of one or two meters. After sweeping a pile, he hurried to the front of the orange cart, picked up a dustpan and came back, pressing his waist lower. He put down the dustpan in one hand and swung the broom in the other to sweep the garbage in. If there are too many, he will step on it with his foot, then walk back, pour it in the cart, press the broom on it and hang the dustpan. He raised the handlebar with both hands, leaned down, pushed his cart forward hard, walked to a place where he had not finished sweeping, then put it down, waved the broom again and repeated the same action. The street became clean in his rolling again and again.
He is hardworking and great. He is a beautician in our city. He gave us a neatness with his weak arm. Day after day, year after year, no regrets. I admire him from the bottom of my heart
Garbage is disgusting and disgusting, but only some people don't dislike it. The spirit of serving the people is engraved in my heart like a knife, leaving a deep impression.
Once when I came home from school, it was raining in Mao Mao. Wearing a raincoat, I hurried to the door of my community. I think I'm finally home. I walked and looked around: Hey, who's that? That man was really familiar, so I took a closer look. It turned out to be a clean grandmother in our community. I saw him wearing a worn raincoat, his face wrinkled and his hands cracked. With a shovel in her left hand and a broom in her right hand, she carefully emptied the garbage into the dustbin.
Surprised, I stepped forward involuntarily and asked curiously, Grandma, it's the same for you to pick up the garbage in this weather and come back tomorrow. Then grandma shook her head helplessly and said to me in a hoarse voice while cleaning up the garbage: No, the more garbage is put, the more smelly it will not only affect you, but also make the city ugly. Then she wiped the rain on her head, but for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. I asked again: Aren't you tired like this every day? Grandma said: well, of course I'm tired, but it's worthwhile for others to see the good environment in our community.
At this time, my heart thumped like a rabbit, and I was very ashamed of my previous behavior of throwing garbage. I thought to myself: their profession makes many people look down on them and even speak ill of others. But they don't complain at all, and they are meticulous and highly responsible for their work. Who can say that he is a beautician in the city?
Such unpretentious people, their spirit has been haunting me, and I have admiration in my heart.
On May Day, my mother and I went shopping near Guomao. Later, when we arrived at KFC restaurant, we casually found a place to sit down and eat ice cream. Suddenly, we saw an uncle in a suit and tie throw the finished candy paper on the ground and spit casually.
I was puzzled and thought, it looks elegant. Why did you do such a thing? Just then, a cleaner in plain clothes came, wearing a yellow hat on his head and holding a broom in his rough hands. I saw that she said to the uncle very seriously: "Comrade, please pay attention to hygiene." Uncle glanced at him and said, "mind your own business and I'll throw it away." What can you do to me? " Suddenly, his words attracted the attention of many people. Aunt cleaner turned red with anger, but she said kindly, "Comrade, please don't be so unreasonable, it will pollute the environment." I'm a cleaner. I have the right to order you. I can't do anything more! "Unexpectedly, the uncle started swearing again. More and more people are watching. I thought again: this uncle is really unreasonable, and he has never considered the feelings of others at all, and this aunt cleaner has done her duty of serving the people silently, which is really admirable. Just thinking of this, a white-haired old man said hoarsely, "You are shameless, how can you talk like this!" " "Uncle a blush with shame, disappeared in the crowd, people scattered. Aunt cleaner carefully swept some dust from the roadside, covered it with phlegm, carefully swept it into the garbage shovel, and then quietly walked away. ...
Cleaners conscientiously clean every corner of the city and serve the people in obscurity. This spirit is really admirable. They are really beauticians in the city!
Urban beauticians constitute 9. Urban beauticians are diligent cleaners who leave early and return late. They are ordinary, but not ordinary.
The warm sunshine shines on everything on the earth, and the wind and happiness are blowing. I watched the cleaners who got up before the sun and cleaned up the garbage. I silently praised them in my heart.
My eyes fell on an old man. The old man is very old, his steps are wobbly, his face is covered with wrinkles carved by years, and his palms are covered with cocoons. His old friend, the garbage tricycle, has a history of several years.
The old man opened a trash can and said to himself: Nowadays, young people love littering. Alas, the old man has an empty jar in his hand, and his face is more wrinkled when he is happy.
Look, another one.
Another thousand can cure my wife's illness.
Suddenly, the old man was in pain, his eyes were fixed on the garbage collector's hand, and his arm above his wrist was scratched with a long hole, bleeding profusely. Disappointed with the broken glass again, the old man simply took out a small cloth, wrapped it up, carefully picked up the broken glass in the trash can and put it in the bag. If we wrap these pieces well, we won't hurt these beauticians!
Rain, a shower, drops of rain, like a hammer, beating my heart. The old man was still in the rain, trying to find the 1000 jar mentioned in his mouth, and the rain ran down his wrinkled face.
These beauticians get up early every day to clean the streets; In the dead of night, they also carefully clean up the garbage under the dim light.
Cleaners are ordinary, but their hard-working spirit affects us. They are also extraordinary urban beauticians!
Composition by City Beautician 10 Far away, a figure came slowly. 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 of urban beauticians 1 1 In our life, there are many people worthy of our admiration, including the uncle of the People's Liberation Army who guards the motherland, the tireless and conscientious teacher, and angels in white who saves lives in the hospital. However, what I admire most are the cleaning workers who go out early and come back late and keep busy for the cleanliness of the city.
In summer, the weather is very hot, and the ruthless sun bakes the earth. It seems that a raw egg can become a mature egg if it falls. I can't stand the heat. I want to go home quickly and feel the chill from the air conditioner. Just then, I looked out of the window and happened to see a cleaner sweeping the streets of the city with a broom. He was absorbed in sweeping the fallen leaves and rubbish on the ground, and the sweat on his head had soaked his coat and hair. He didn't wipe it, but kept working hard in the scorching sun and heat. Looking at the clean and spotless streets, I have a feeling in my heart-that is admiration.
In winter, I passed that road again, and the cleaner was still sweeping the floor. It's snowing outside the window, and the biting wind is blowing, which makes people shudder. There are few pedestrians on the road. People either watch TV by warming themselves at home or drive to go shopping and go to work. Only the cleaners are sweeping the floor on the road. He braved the cold wind and snowflakes and kept cleaning the long streets. It's hard to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, but also to spread snow on the trees to prevent the branches from being bent. There was only a sound of "wow", and a cloud of snow fell from the tall branch and hit his thin body. Suddenly, his body was covered with snow. I saw him shivering with cold, but he was still so calm that he quickly patted off the snow. His hands are red and swollen with cold. From time to time, he put his hand to his mouth to breathe, then rubbed his hands and waved a long broom to continue his work. Looking at all this in front of me, my eyes can't help but get wet.
Although the work of cleaning staff is ordinary, they bring beauty to the city. They are beauticians in the city and I deeply admire them.
Urban beauticians constitute 12 beauticians and cleaners in the city stick to their posts all the year round. It seems that we don't care about their efforts and cherish the fruits of their labor. We still walk in the street with peace of mind, turning a blind eye to the waste box that is only one step away and throwing it away casually, which increases their burden. Every morning, I am awakened by the sound of the cleaner sweeping the floor. I opened the window, and the wind poured straight into my clothes. The figure downstairs trembled slightly. The frostbitten red hand grabbed the broom and swept it over and over again. Every scrap was sent back to the dustbin by her cautious mood, as if she was not surprised by what she had done. They all know that this is her homework and she needs it to support herself and her family. There is no denying that all the waste.
The broom of the cleaner was driven by her like magic, and the stubborn and cunning waste returned to the waste box without complaint. I was surprised at her calmness, but her position was so humble. When the dust flew to the corner of the pedestrian's clothes, she lost her smiling face and tried to bounce off the dust, but she was glared at by the pedestrian and continued to work under his curse. Nobody respects them. They are not presidents or stars. They don't have a day and a night of interviews, and they don't have a lot of fans chasing them. I can see that they are lonely, but they enjoy the warmth of their families. They are not as bitter and cold-blooded as they are now. If possible, I can comment that they are kind.
It's another morning, please listen carefully. Their magic broom sweeps the cold concrete floor. In my opinion, the voice of announcement should be noble! They are hard-working and waiting for your support!
As we all know, beauticians in cities are cleaners. They go out early and come back late every day, and have always maintained the beauty of the city. 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.
The composition of the city beautician 14 is covered with falling stars and busy in the morning light. His work is the dirtiest and most tiring. He did not hesitate to dirty his hands and let the dust fall on his shoulders layer by layer. He is a beautician-cleaner in the city.
The east is a fish-belly grey, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the world, shining like gold. While everyone was still smiling sweetly in their sleep, the cleaner had put on his uniform and stood in his post with his own tools. When you wake up, you can hear the rustling sound and see a hardworking person say "good morning" to you outside the window.
With the cicada singing, the lotus blooming and the emergence of the rain family, summer came to the world. We blow air conditioners at home and taste fresh and delicious fruits. The cleaner wears a hat and works in the sun. Sometimes I wipe my sweat on my neck with a towel, and sometimes I use my hand as a fan.
A child walked by and threw a paper ball in his hand. The cleaner rushed to meet him and pointed to the garbage and said, "Everyone must do a good job in public health. Please send it back to the trash can. " Teach him to sort garbage. Cleaners are like thought commanders. Under his rule, many people got rid of the bad habit of littering.
Autumn leaves are like stars in the sky, which cannot be swept away. The cleaners are very patient. They pile up the fallen leaves into a hill and send them to their home-the trash can.
When you see the stinking streets cleaned spotless by cleaners, people will think of the tired figure that shuttled through the streets at that moment. The world without cleaners is dirty and muddy.
Everyone should have the same spirit of hard work as a cleaner. This spirit is a kind of beauty, which everyone needs and no one can match.
Urban beautician composition 15 If our beautiful city is a blooming flower, then those hardworking sanitation workers are silently setting off the leaves of this flower?
Spring morning, when the sun rises in the east. The clean and tidy streets of the whole city are displayed in the sun. I was walking on my way to school, and the garbage can on the roadside was polished by sanitation workers and shone in the sun. The spring breeze blows and catkins fly all over the sky. Sanitation workers, like hardworking bees, are busy in the streets and alleys of the city, cleaning up those catkins.
In summer, the sun scorches the city as if it were a barbecue on the grill, and it will never stop until it is cooked. Hiding under the dense branches and leaves, cicadas sang "It's so hot! It's hot ... "People are hiding in the house, blowing air conditioners and eating ice cream. Only those industrious sanitation workers are still in the streets, quietly cleaning the streets in the scorching sun. The sun tanned their skin. They exchanged hard sweat for a beautiful and clean city.
In autumn, when fallen leaves fly all over the sky like butterflies, these beautiful fallen leaves bring huge workload to sanitation workers. From morning till night, sanitation workers are busy in the streets covered with fallen leaves all the time. An orange vest constitutes the beautiful scenery of the city.
Winter morning, when the whole city is still sleeping soundly. Do you know who awakened this beautiful city? It was the lovely sanitation workers who awakened this beautiful city with their hardworking hands. They waved brooms and swept away leaves, peels and shells, and cigarette butts? The cold north wind is blowing and snowflakes are flying all over the sky. In such cold weather, those sanitation workers still stick to their posts diligently. Let's have a clean and comfortable environment.
When we see this beautiful city, we should really thank these hardworking sanitation workers! They painted a beautiful and tidy city with hard sweat as pigment and broom as brush. They are beauticians in the city. Because of them, our city becomes more beautiful.