People who make extraordinary deeds in ordinary jobs are heroes, and although they are ordinary people, what they do is extraordinary...... In our alley, there is such a rush of old rubbish cart cleaners. He is about more than 60 years old, short, thin body, back slightly bent, deeply wrinkled face have experienced years of wind and frost. She always wears a gray mask, wearing a soiled underwear and a pair of old shoes.
Whether it is summer or winter, every morning, the old cleaners will time came to the house a small alley, a hand holding the old cattle, a hand holding a bell, "jingle bell, jingle bell......" The rhythmic shaking, greeting people will soon send out the garbage, the old cattle seems very sensible, always step by step to neither fast nor slow walking, lest waste fell from the car, whenever I go to the end of a dustpan to trash, old cleaners always smiled and said to me: "little heart don't dirty your clothes." Then silent took the dustpan, help me put the rubbish into the car.
On one occasion, I accidentally fell, garbage thrown out of the car. The old cleaner to make no reply to pick me up, look at my hurt no, for me to take the dirt, and then removed from the car a broom and a dustpan to sweep the floor on the garbage. Sweep away the rubbish. After sweeping the rubbish out of the floor and pouring it into the car, he said to me, "be careful later, or you'll hurt yourself."." He shook the bell to get the cart neither fast nor slow going forward......
"Jingle bell, jingle bell......" Every morning, the bell rang in the lane, and the short, skinny camel with the cow was on the spot, repeating his monotonous, simple movements......" What an old man he is! I said. Although his work is very ordinary, but showed his mediocrity and extraordinary......
In this world, there are a lot of people, who like to pursue the fame and fortune, and spend money like a magnificent villa, enjoying prosperity and wealth. But there is a person, is very different with these people, they do not want to enjoy the wealth, they work hard every day quietly pay, no return, because the world has them, so we can be so perfect.
Among these people, the cleaner is the best example. Some of the sweep road cleaner, for fear of the vehicle is too much, so I have to early in the morning, just open your sleep, street sweeping the floor, and they work very dangerous, because they are likely to be of the car a hit, died. Personnel and a clean, also often wander in the line of death, at any time may cross the line of death, this kind of cleaner, is responsible for cleaning up underground ditch, we absolutely do not think that sweeps the floor under the ditch, just swept the dirt out, actually these cleaning staff, must face the test of death, because they may at any time step into deep does not see the bottom concave hole, is more terrible, they may die because of biogas, so sweeping down the ditch, is also a very dangerous job. Among all the cleaners, building glass, is one of the most dangerous, because the cleaners, may be a pendant, hell, because usually is to brush a few floors of the glass, so don't fell dead, also was frightened to death, so building glass cleaners, is a very dangerous job, a forbidding place.
Although these people do not attract attention, but their credit, but higher than the sky, the sea is still deep, and their labor and resentment spirit, more straight us study.
The end of the summer,should have a good rest! But my mother is very busy。 As the daughter of course I want to help my mother to do some。 Early in the morning I got up, washed the dishes, sweep the floor, cooking and so on, at noon, I tired, lying on the bed, fan fan, more comfortable。 终于放暑假了,应该好好歇歇了!可是妈妈很忙。作为女儿的我当然要帮妈妈分担些了。一大清早的我就起来了,帮妈妈洗碗,扫地,做饭等等,到了中午,我快累死了,往床上一躺,扇扇电风扇,舒服多了。
When the rain pours down to the ground, and when the bitter wind blows to the ground, and when the strong sunlight shines on the earth, we sit at home and enjoy the happiness comfortably. The cleaner braved the cold and worked out the heat.
That day, in the distance came the deafening thunder, followed by a little bit of "beads" to the ground. I woke up from my dream and looked out. The sky was asleep. An old woman was walking in the darkness, with no trace of black hair in her hair, and her trembling lips were extraordinarily clear. The wind roared, raindrops falling, but the old woman was holding a broom, diligently, in the rain without complaint work.
A big truck was racing along in the rain, past the granny, and the water splashed up on the granny. But the old woman was not worried at all. She was not angry at all. She patted the rain on her raincoat and went on sweeping. Suddenly, in my heart, cleaners become tall and clinking.
The rain bigger, like off the Xinjiang Mustang scurrying around the old grandmother's clothes were wet, she dragged his heavy steps towards the roof, to avoid the rain. This scene show in my eyes, in my head out of the spider web scenario: spider web again and was blown off, every blow off the net, it will patiently to mend their nets. I don't know what kind of perseverance the spider has in mind, so that he can not be frightened by the spider net that breaks again and again. But it is precisely because of this belief that the spider can make his net so strong.
The old grandmother is precisely because of this determination, not afraid of hardship, not tired. The rain stopped and the old grandmother stepped on the road to work. She used her pair of hands full of cocoons to serve everyone and created a beautiful environment with her own hands.
Looking at the figure of grandma leaving, I thought to myself: "Zhou Yang, such a talented person, deserves our cheering for her."!
I walked down my street with my dad. The sun shone on Mrs. Stokes, watering her potted plants. 我和爸爸沿着我们的街道走,太阳照到了斯托克斯太太身上,她正给她的盆栽植物浇水。
“Hello, Mrs. Stokes,” I called loudly. “I’ll water those plants for you.” “你好,斯托克斯太太!”我大声喊,“我来给您浇花吧。”
Mrs. Stokes smiled. I watered her potted plant. My dad pulled out some weeds. People like to help each other on our street. 斯托斯太太微笑了,我给她的盆栽植物浇了水,爸爸把一些杂草拔了出来。这条街道上,人们很乐意帮助他人。
I walked on with my dad. The sun shone on Hope and her mom. They were singing for the people who went by. 我跟我爸爸继续走着。太阳照到了浩波和她妈妈身上,她们正为路过的`人们唱歌。
We liked their songs. My dad dropped some money in a hat beside them. Hope smiled. 我们喜欢她们的歌。爸爸在她们旁边的一顶帽子里面放了点钱,浩波微笑了。
I walked on with my dad. The sun shone on a man and his brown dog. The dog wagged its tail. 我跟爸爸继续走着。太阳照在一位男人和他的棕色狗身上。狗摇着尾巴。
“Can I take Arthur for a walk for you, Mr. Rose?” I asked. “罗丝先生,我帮您把亚瑟带出去遛一遛,行吗?”我问。
“Thank you,” he said. “I’ll have a rest.” “谢谢你,”他说,“我打算休息一会儿。
” I walked on with my dad. The sun shone on the buds bursting on the trees. I was happy. 我跟爸爸继续走着。太阳照在树上蓦然生出的嫩芽上,我很喜欢。
Mrs. Stoke’s plants were watered. Hope and her mom were singing for the people who went by. Mr. Rose was resting. 斯托克斯太太的植物已经把水浇过了。浩波和她妈妈在为从那儿经过的人们唱歌。罗丝先生正在那儿休息。
I was going to the city park to play with dad and Arthur. I love where I live. 我跟爸爸正要到城市公园去和亚瑟玩。我爱我居住的地方。
敬老院在小山上,弯弯曲曲的“公路”伸向山顶。这条“公路”有一千米长,三米宽。交通极不方便:如果从山顶上驶下一辆车,就会与我们乘坐的校车互不能行,甚至相撞。
到 了敬老院,我们看见了一栋占地约三十平方米的长满青苔的“小青瓦”。“那就是大厅。”何老师锁着眉头说,神情露出到达的喜悦与淡淡的怜悯交杂……等了许 久,怎么不见老人们呢?突然,一行去的同学扶着老人从右旁幽静的树林中走出来。这时,我才发现除了我和几个举大队旗的哥哥,其余人都去老人们的.住处扶老人 了。只见一位老人目光黯淡,脸上毫无光泽,松弛的皮肤,密布的皱纹,在三位同学的搀扶下一步一步地向前挪去,后面有二十来位老人缓缓地跟着。
我 们踩着泥巴到了阴暗的大厅。狭小的空间散发着酸臭味,四五个长椅占了三分之二的空间。坐在长椅上,椅子“吱吱嘎嘎”地响。老人们坐在长椅上,等待着我们为 他们准备的节目。我忽然注意到了那一双双带点浑浊的眼有着我意想不到的期盼。三年级的小朋友表演了一个小品,那滑稽的动作把许多老人都得哈哈大笑,风*** 橘子似的脸上皱纹立即舒展开来,像一朵朵怒放的花朵。四、五年级学生代表们朗诵得十分好,琅琅的声音在这简陋的大厅里回响。轮到我们六年级了,我们完美地 将唱和朗诵结合在一起,“唱诵”著名的诗人苏轼写的《水调歌头》。老人们那陶醉的样子好像在听音乐会,不知不觉地摇头晃脑。高中部的大哥哥大姐姐表演了鲁 迅的《呐喊》中的孔乙己。他们逼真的表演赢得了热烈的掌声……
节目表演完,我们送上了我们的一点心意:牛奶、核桃粉、芝麻糊、蛋糕……这虽然不是什么高级营养品,却也代表了我们的心意。学校也给老人们送了三件水果和一千元钱。
我 们到了老人的住处打扫卫生。唯一的一名“警卫”用鼻子嗅了嗅,冲我们“汪汪”地叫了几声。屋子里三分之一的地方被两张有着十年历史的单人床占据着,一个一 米多高的衣柜静静地站立在墙的一角。虽然简陋,倒也很干净。老人们乐呵呵地走进来,说:“有了这么多人的关心,我们一定会过得越来越舒心。你们可真是学习 雷锋的好榜样啊!”
我的心不禁一震,是啊,“学习雷锋,好榜样”,如果人人都学习雷锋,不仅老人们的生活能得到改善,也能提高我们的素质。使我们生活在一个“一方有难,八方支援”的充满了爱的大家庭里。让我们以自己的行动大声地说“学习雷锋,好榜样”!
Last Sunday we went to the countryside. There was golden wheat all over the fields/The fields were covered with golden wheat. Large and colourful apples and pears were hanging on the trees. We could see some peasants were busy getting in the crops in the fields,and others were picking fruits under the trees. All the baskets were full of lovely fruits. It was also the fruit of the peasants'labour."No pains,no gains."What a magnificent/beautiful picture(it was!It seemed as if we were wandering in a splendid/wonderful world.
I love autumn. I love the harvest time.
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