It was just dawn, and it was foggy outside the window. I rubbed my hazy eyes and started to get up ... After a while, everything was ready. I set foot on the light footsteps, carrying a beautiful and lovely little schoolbag, humming a cheerful song: "Birds lead the way, the wind …".
After crossing the road, I came to a path. I met a woman wearing white clothes, gloves and a white mask, holding a broom in her hand and sweeping step by step with her head down. Her expression was so focused and earnest that she raised a cloud of dust as soon as she appeared. I put my hand over my mouth and frowned: "What a nuisance!" Early in the morning, the road was covered with dust, and she, still with her head down, swept there with another word "firm".
This is the first day I met her. And the next day, I still passed the "dirty" road, which was still there, sweeping intently. I stopped to wonder: it's strange that the path was dirty yesterday, but why is it dirty today ... At this moment, I saw her crouching down and digging out the blockage in the gutter with her hands. ...
The third day is like this; The fourth day is also; The first day was the same ... one month, two months, three months ... no matter whether it was windy, rainy or hot in summer, she never rested. Because she won't feel very tired? Oh, no, she must feel like a class. Her face shows great changes, but there is a powerful force supporting her.
I passed the path and passed her, but I stopped covering my mouth and frowning, saying that I hated her, despised her and admired her. Then who the hell is she? She is an ordinary-looking, 40-year-old strange cleaner. She has no blockbuster or earth-shattering feat, but she has a noble and holy quality.
God doesn't look down on humble people. He often gives noble souls to humble bodies. In fact, there are many such humble workers in life, some are workers under the scorching sun, some are dung diggers who are not afraid of stench, and some are strict traffic police at all times. They are actually very ordinary, but it is these ordinary people who hold up this extraordinary world with their hands.
At this moment, I see not only a shining road in the sun, but also a noble soul breaking through the body and gradually emitting his dazzling light. . .