Your post is on the broad main road, in the pump room under the chimney, in the high-temperature steam engine room, in the cold wind, on the bench of electrostatic precipitator. ...
No matter where you are, you can always see your busy figure. When you come, dust, grease and garbage will all run away without a trace. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter the wind and the sun, you always stick to your post. You are proud, you are proud, because you are a glorious cleaner.
You wash the appearance of the power generation device with hard sweat every day. Grass praises your efforts, flowers nod and smile at you, dead leaves praise your selflessness, and snowflakes praise your sincerity.
Broom is your eyebrow pencil, you use it to sketch the beauty of the oil refinery, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter; Towel is your cosmetic towel, you use it to remove dust and oil; The pump room is your stage. You love it and care about every inch of cleanliness.
In winter, my face is soaked with sweat and my hair is covered with frost. In summer, clothes soaked with sweat stick to your body. You don't complain, you don't feel tired. For the smooth operation of power plant production, suffering and fatigue are recognized.
If the roar of the pump in the main workshop sounds like a grand symphony, then the beautiful cleaner is like a note on the music score, making a pleasant sound at a specific position.
If the power plant is like a starry galaxy at night, then beautiful cleaners are like twinkling stars. Although people don't know their names, they emit light and heat in their own orbit.
It is the unknown stars that make up the magnificent galaxy; It is precisely because of the unknown cleaning staff that the refinery has been kept clean and beautiful.
I praise those ordinary notes, but also praise those unknown stars, and I sincerely praise those who silently contribute to the cleaning staff.