In our eyes, we despise you and look down on you.
You can be found in school if you collect a few kilograms of garbage every day. Schools can produce more than a dozen cars of garbage every day. Without you, the school is a garbage station. On the way, you wash your face with sweat all day. In the high temperature of 38-40 degrees Celsius, you still insist, and your back is thin and strong.
For the beauty of the city, you "fight" with garbage all day, with almost no rest days. "Beautician", where is there no you? Where there is rubbish, there is your figure.
The sewer overflowed and the sewage kept coming up. Maybe as soon as you see it, you will hide immediately.
Have you noticed some "beauticians" in blue? They opened the lid and dug out the soil with tools. It really stinks. It makes you feel sick and suffocated. Sewage keeps coming out. No one touched their feet, but they were immersed in water. Finally, their efforts were not in vain. The water finally stopped coming up and began to flow downwards, and the sweat soaked their clothes again.
After a short rest, the clothes are dry and then wet, so they are dry and wet. Numerous times of this cycle have created the environment in which we live now.
I saw a "beautician" with a sack in his hand collecting empty bottles and waste newspapers. They can collect many bottles every day.
The "beauticians" in this city are all selfless, perhaps this is our most respectable person.
Respect humble people, honor elders, vanity respects rich people, and fools respect learned people. People always respect people with supreme status. White clouds respect the blue sky, fish respect the sea and insects respect the bushes. Everything respects what gives them grace. The small building respects the building, and the building respects Gu Lou, but who can it respect when Gu Lou is at its peak? Only those humble people will always be in a humble position and will never feel his existence. Respecting ordinary people and everyone around them means respecting yourself.
Singer Angela Zhang was originally a skinny girl with bracelets all over her wrist, but she was rejected by many record companies in the process of pursuing her dream. Just when I was about to give up, I met her Bole and finally became a bluebird. Most people think that ugly people will accomplish nothing. If they look down on them, they will definitely not expect to succeed, so we must respect ordinary people.
While reading magazines, I learned a story. In the garden of American Giant Elephant Group, a middle-aged woman is sitting on a bench and scolding her children: "With such poor grades, can you find a job when you grow up?" Be ambitious, okay? Don't be like that old man who makes flowers and plants! "Say that finish, he threw a piece of paper into the grass. The old man didn't care about women's education for their children, so he picked up the garbage and threw it into the box. Middle-aged women saw the old man bullying people and threw a second piece of waste paper in the past. The old man was not angry, but still threw the garbage into the box. Middle-aged women despise the behavior of the elderly and say to their children, "You see, this humble job is all for our natural and rich life. The old man is so old that no one cares about him. Really' poor'! " The old man said in the opposite tone, "There is nothing contemptible about eating by labor." Middle-aged women seem to tilt their heads to the sky and throw a mass of paper again and again. The old man stopped answering this time and asked, "Are you an employee here?" The middle-aged woman proudly said, "Of course, I am a senior manager here. Can you compare with me? " Then the old man made a phone call. In the past few minutes, middle-aged women have been dismissed and become penniless. It turns out that this old man is the president of the group.
Even if you are in a high position, you can't do without respect, because respect can bring you more friendliness. Respecting ordinary people and everyone around you means respecting yourself.
Ordinary people are also legends. We are used to seeing the neon lights in the city, but we have never paid attention to the moonlight in the countryside. We remember the fragrance of roses, but forget that the wild chrysanthemums in the field are also eager for the most beautiful spring; We always follow the big shots, but never pay attention to the most ordinary people. Along the way, we neglected too much … in order to prepare for the senior high school entrance examination, I opened the book of literary knowledge.
The first part is Journey to the West, and the analysis of the characters above is: writing; 1 Tang priest; This city is kind and dedicated to the Buddha; ② the Monkey King; Strong martial arts, brave wit, simple and honest, gluttonous and sleepy. After reading it, I was suddenly confused. Tang priest, master and apprentice, learn from the scriptures. Why did they only write the characteristics of three people? Where is Friar Sand? Although Friar Sand's martial arts is not as high as the Monkey King's, nor is it as good as Pig Bajie's, it is also an indispensable role in the Journey to the West, and it also plays a lot of roles in protecting Tang Priest. The burden of luggage is always borne by him alone. He never complains like Pig Bajie. He needs to study as much as they do. He is also a legend!
In our real life, such situations also abound. In a toilet in Wuhan, Hubei Province, famous foreign workers are forbidden to enter, and offenders are fined 200 yuan. When the reporter asked her why, she said that migrant workers came here to go to the toilet and made the toilet dirty, but in fact, few people went around to the mother-in-law to go to the toilet. This is a distortion of human nature. No matter how ordinary the work of migrant workers is, they also struggle for their families and lives. They are doing their duty and doing their part for socialist construction. When we praise engineers for designing beautiful houses, don't forget that construction workers are building rooms layer by layer; When we praise fashion designers for designing beautiful clothes, don't forget that it is garment workers who cut and sew clothes.
Ordinary people are also legends. If you don't want to praise them, at least give them some respect.
An unremarkable person, an unremarkable thing "shuashua shua" sounds like music. I looked up and it was only 6 o'clock. When I opened the window, I looked out. The cleaner has gone to work, and the most eye-catching thing is my most familiar neighbor.
That's a cleaner's aunt. She is about forty years old. There is a little girl about my age at home. She gets up every morning and prepares dinner for her daughter before going to work. She was wearing gray overalls and a canvas hat. She has fine features, regular features and a slightly chubby figure. Responsible for cleaning that street. As for me, I have the habit of doing morning exercises every morning and I can meet her every day.
She goes to work on time every day and works hard until she finishes her work. Whenever I go running there, I will say hello to her loudly, and she just says hello in a hurry and is busy cleaning up. One morning, I just went out, and a cold wind blew on my face, and my face and hands were frozen like knives. I quickly put on my gloves and ran with my neck down. When I walked to that avenue, I saw a familiar figure squatting in front of the drainage ditch, not knowing what to dig, picking up the garbage, rotten apples and rotten leaves piled around the drainage ditch ... others had to stay at a respectful distance from others, but she was not afraid of dirty and smelly. As soon as the sun shines, the stench goes straight up. I stepped back several times in a row without disturbing my aunt. Where is my aunt? She immediately ran to an iron bar nearby, stabbed it hard, broke her hand and was bleeding, regardless. In this way, I kept poking and poking ... I tried my best. Gradually, sweat came out of his head, rolled down his cheeks, mixed with the mud on his face and became a big face. After a while, the sewer was finally clear, and my aunt was relieved. Passers-by looked at her enviously.
However, she smiled unconcerned, waved a broom and cleaned the road. I have heard this voice many times and I am used to it. It was only that day that I listened to it especially, as if it were a rhythmic music that kept echoing in my ears.
A cold wind blew on my face and I couldn't help shivering. I said silently in my heart, cleaner! You are always trying to create a beautiful environment for people, whether it is windy, rainy or cold and hot. The broom played the music of "shuashua shua", leaving neat streets and lanes. That dusty work clothes can't cover your cleanest and best heart. You are a beautician in the city, and I want to praise you with the best language-a great and ordinary cleaner!
Every time I see this aunt's figure, my respect arises spontaneously!
An unremarkable person, an unremarkable thing "shuashua shua" sounds like music. I looked up and it was only 6 o'clock. When I opened the window, I looked out. The cleaner has gone to work, and the most eye-catching thing is my most familiar neighbor.
That's a cleaner's aunt. She is about forty years old. There is a little girl about my age at home. She gets up every morning and prepares dinner for her daughter before going to work. She was wearing gray overalls and a canvas hat. She has fine features, regular features and a slightly chubby figure. Responsible for cleaning that street. As for me, I have the habit of doing morning exercises every morning and I can meet her every day.
She goes to work on time every day and works hard until she finishes her work. Whenever I go running there, I will say hello to her loudly, and she just says hello in a hurry and is busy cleaning up. One morning, I just went out, and a cold wind blew on my face, and my face and hands were frozen like knives. I quickly put on my gloves and ran with my neck down. When I walked to that avenue, I saw a familiar figure squatting in front of the drainage ditch, not knowing what to dig, picking up the garbage, rotten apples and rotten leaves piled around the drainage ditch ... others had to stay at a respectful distance from others, but she was not afraid of dirty and smelly. As soon as the sun shines, the stench goes straight up. I stepped back several times in a row without disturbing my aunt. Where is my aunt? She immediately ran to an iron bar nearby, stabbed it hard, broke her hand and was bleeding, regardless. In this way, I kept poking and poking ... I tried my best. Gradually, sweat came out of his head, rolled down his cheeks, mixed with the mud on his face and became a big face. After a while, the sewer was finally clear, and my aunt was relieved. Passers-by looked at her enviously.
However, she smiled unconcerned, waved a broom and cleaned the road. I have heard this voice many times and I am used to it. It was only that day that I listened to it especially, as if it were a rhythmic music that kept echoing in my ears.
A cold wind blew on my face and I couldn't help shivering. I said silently in my heart, cleaner! You are always trying to create a beautiful environment for people, whether it is windy, rainy or cold and hot. The broom played the music of "shuashua shua", leaving neat streets and lanes. That dusty work clothes can't cover your cleanest and most beautiful heart. You are a beautician in the city, and I want to praise you with the best language-a great and ordinary cleaner!
Every time I see this aunt's figure, my respect arises spontaneously!
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