The people I respect the most is my father. He is a doctor. He always busy with work. Since I can remember, he never spent a whole weekend to stay with me. He goes to the hospital very early before I get up, and comes back home after I sleep. But I doesn’t matter at all, he is hero to me. He devotes almost all the time to his patients, many lives are saved. He always said, a man should have dignity, integrity, honor, and most of all, be helpful to others. This affected me deeply, so I work hard so that someday I could be the man like my father.
There are many admirable people around us, such as our parents, teachers, polices and so on. But the people I admire most are cleaners. Cleaners work hard silently very day to keep our city clean and beautiful. They get up early in host summer or cold winter when we are sleeping. They don’t work for themselves only, but for us, for our city. Sometimes, we think they are dirty and we don’t want to close to them. It’s not right. They clean our environment by their hard work.
The man I admire most is the cleaner.
I remember that when I was six years old, there was such a story. The story happened in Yanshun road. That day, my mother and I were going to Beijing Zoo, so we were waiting for the bus by the side of the road very early. A dustman's grandfather was looking for something on the road. His face was wrinkled and his hands were rough like dried bark. He was wearing an old coat with an orange vest on it.
I asked my grandfather, "what are you doing?" My grandfather replied, "little friend, I'm sweeping the floor." I said, "why sweep the main road?" "Sweeping the floor can make the road clean and serve the people," he said
I saw him holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. He swept the scraps of paper into the dustpan with a broom. I was shocked by his skillful action.
It was winter, we were wearing warm clothes, I looked at the cleaner, I asked: "why don't you work with gloves?" "Inconvenient." "Why do you get up so early?" "I'm going to sweep the floor before people go to work." Said grandfather.
I finally learned about the toil of the cleaners. In order to let everyone have a clean environment, they are not afraid of tired and dirty, they are the people I admire most.
I respect the people, he is very ordinary, he is cleaners. Cleaners, how ordinary ordinary names, and even a lot of people are reluctant to mention them. However, every corner of life has the footsteps of their step by step.
The cleaners used his hands in exchange for the neatness and cleanliness of our city. Dawn dawn, when the black sky is also set with a few sparse residual stars, they will get up, holding the most simple tool broom, in every corner of the street busy open. In the humble position on the unknown work, in order to bring our home to a clean, a beautiful.
Cleaners are not only industrious, but also selfless dedication. Whether in the hot sun or snow, 365 days a year, from the nonstop this simple and difficult task. But there are many people in life not only do not support them, but also with a contemptuous look to see, and some people do not talk about health, random littering, destruction of the city appearance, and these cleaners, do not feel ashamed?
The cleaners are small, but how noble they are. Through the honeycomb, I saw a little bee, they are nervously brewing honey, it is not like a cleaner? They also use their hardworking hands to our life brewing sweet honey.
Cleaners are the epitome of thousands of laborers, the years of the ring to witness their contribution to the community, face wrinkles crisscross, engraved with selfless dedication of the noble spirit, full of silver is thought With all this effort. They used the hands of labor to create a beautiful life.
我尊重人民,他很平凡,他是清洁工。清洁工,多么普通的名字,甚至很多人都不愿提及。然而,生活的每一个角落都有自己一步一步的脚步。
清洁工们用他的双手来换取我们城市的整洁。拂晓时分,当黑色的天空中还镶嵌着几颗稀疏的残星时,它们就会站起来,手持最简单的工具扫帚,在街道的每个角落忙碌地开着。在卑微的地位上默默无闻的工作,才能带给我们一个干净、美丽的家。
清洁工不仅勤劳,而且无私奉献。无论是在炎热的阳光下还是在下雪中,一年365天,从此不停地完成这项简单而艰巨的任务。但有很多人在生活中不仅不支持他们,还带着轻蔑的目光看,还有一些人不讲卫生,乱丢垃圾,破坏市容,而这些清洁工,难道不感到羞耻吗?
清洁工虽小,但他们是多么高贵。穿过蜂巢,我看到一只小蜜蜂,它们正在紧张地酿蜂蜜,它不是像个清洁工吗?他们还用辛勤的双手为我们的生活酿制甜蜜的蜂蜜。
清洁工是千百名劳动者的缩影,岁月的年轮见证着他们对社会的贡献,脸上皱纹纵横交错,镌刻着无私奉献的崇高精神,满是银装素裹的是这一切的努力。他们用劳动的双手创造了美好的生活。
深圳是我最喜欢的城市。她年轻富有活力。我在这里居住了10年。我爱这座城市的海鲜和美丽的风景。夏天来的时候,我可以去海边看日出,或者去享受冰爽的海水。在周末的时候,去公园散散步。深圳是我的家。等我长大了,我要为这所城市作出贡献,让她变得更好。
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