The biting cold wind blew on my face like a knife.
My hands are frozen, and my cotton-padded clothes seem to be naked.
The spine is cold.
The dust on the ground flew into the nostrils and chest under the dance of broom.
Confetti and smelly garbage were picked up in the garbage truck.
Venus lazily refused to stick out of the clouds for fear of freezing.
Leng Yue dripped tears on the skirts of sanitation workers.
Ashamed that his pale light has no heat.
Can't warm the hearts of these sanitation workers
The sanitation worker stroked the lonely face of Mingyue.
Sorrow welled up from the chest hall.
Stop it, stop it, we have nothing to say.
If you hadn't lit the lamp for us
We can't find the direction of cleaning up the garbage at all.
It's dawn and the market is very busy.
The ground cleaned late at night is dirty again.
A sanitation worker stood by the roadside and took a nap.
Stunned by a loud noise.