Express a clean poem

The morning star is overhead, and the street lamp is in hand to sweep the street. No matter whether it is hot or cold, there is no holiday or rest, and the face is dusty.

Hard-working and tired, if you spit bubble gum, she will slowly clean up the garbage, dirt and sewers with her hands. She will clean up and she will get through it.

Smelling the smelly water in summer, facing the northwest wind in winter, snow and ice covered the driveway. They waved shovels and sweated against the north wind.

Hard work, no complaints, pushing the gray body and bowing, passers-by saw and hid, and parents led the children, pointing out that they didn't want to study so hard.

Admired college students are not even qualified to sweep the floor. Who says everyone should do everything? Who wants to be a cleaner? Low wages make people dirty and tired.

Few people admire less titles, life is broken, the foundation is unknown, the hardships are sweet, the sun shines, and the fate of everything is different.

Some people fly, some people walk, and people have different values. People have different positions, and it is not sad to do something mean without dignity.

No regrets, respect for society is a big family, everyone is for me, I am a person. If there were no cleaners, would the world still work?

Unknown cleaners pay for the environment, and throwing less peel scraps is a respect for cleaners.