The composition writer in midsummer (1) is in the hot sun. I sit at my desk and do my homework, and I hear rumbling noises from time to time. This is the voice from the new village construction site. My family has long planned to buy a villa in the village, and I am looking forward to moving into a new house as soon as possible. How was the house built? I want to have a look.
As soon as I went out, a wave of heat waves hit my face, and the air almost scorched by the sun suffocated me. When I came to the construction site, I saw the bulldozer "chug chug" pressing the ground hard; The cement mixer rotates slowly and makes a "buzzing" sound; The excavator waved a powerful arm and turned up the soil with a huge palm, making a "rumbling" sound. ...
The construction site is in full swing. I saw a busy figure and contributed to the construction of new countryside. Some of them are sawing boards, some are laying bricks, and some are bending steel bars ... Their gowns are sweaty and tightly attached to their backs. A sweaty migrant worker was beating the template with a hammer. Sweat flowed out of his face and then slipped down the dark muscles, leaving a trail of sweat stains.
From time to time, he wiped the sweat from his face with a black towel hanging around his neck. Seeing me, he paused, then lowered his head and continued to beat, as if to prove the hardship at the moment with sweat on his back. When we avoid the heat in air conditioning and cool breeze, construction workers sweat profusely for the construction of new countryside in the scorching sun and stove;
We will live in a villa in the future. Where will they go to work? They travel around the world with sweat on their faces, and I understand the hardships of the workers in the hot sun.
Composition writer in midsummer (2) I praise you, sanitation worker in Gaozhuang! The village is beautiful because of you.
In the morning light, you are covered with dust; In the sunset, you are covered in mud. But it is you who put the slogan "Gaozhuang is my home" into action. I would rather be dirty than clean. You are messengers who spread love in the lives of people in this city. You are the loveliest person.
I remember one time, it was a winter morning. On the cold and barren road, I wore a thick cotton-padded jacket, a cotton cap on my head, a scarf around my neck and gloves on my hands, but I still felt a little cold. At this time, a sanitation worker sweeping garbage attracted me. He swept the street full of rubbish with a big broom. He was dressed very thinly and his hands were red with cold, but his bloodshot hands clutched the broom and swept it hard, but his face was filled with pride and satisfaction from time to time.
It's another midsummer noon, and I'm enjoying the fan at home. It is really comfortable. But my mother asked me to buy drinks, so I had to go out. Summer is as hot as fire, and the cicadas in the tree keep calling. Just out of the alley, I saw a familiar figure, him! That confident deja vu smile, those red hands full of veins stood out, or that sanitation worker! His tanned hand was holding a broom and sweeping it laboriously. His vest was soaked, but his face was still proud and satisfied, but his mouth was firmer.
This is the sanitation worker, although you have to face dirty every day; Let you get up earlier than anyone else, rain or shine; You have to face the cold eyes and contempt of many people. But at least I think you are noble and you are more lovely! You have done everything to build a beautiful home and let us have a beautiful and comfortable environment.
Sanitation workers, I like you! You are our most distressed people, you are our most distressed people, and you are our eternal people!
She is wearing an orange coat and brown trousers. She has big eyes, a round face and a youthful glow. Maybe you don't recognize her. She has a broom. You might think of a job as a cleaner.
She gets up early every day, hot and cold, and never changes. In hot summer, people hide in the house to eat ice cream and enjoy air conditioning. Only she, holding a broom, cleans the dirt of the city bit by bit; In the cold winter, people hide in the house and enjoy the warmth brought by the Lu furnace. Only she raised her hands that were about to freeze under the cold wind, tore off the advertisements on the wall and swept up the branches that were blown off by the wind; Every festival, we celebrate with cups at home. Maybe she is still sweeping the floor. We have finished our dinner. Maybe she just came home. I remember one time, I got up early and just got dressed, only to find a figure standing outside the window, holding a broom in my hand, sweating profusely and sweeping the floor seriously.
Walking in the street, there are a sea of people. Who will pay attention to the pieces of paper on the ground? Once, I saw someone throwing ice cream paper, and she was silent. I saw that she immediately swept up the ice cream paper and gave silent criticism and silent education to people who littered.
We are busy in the street every day, but we don't notice the busy cleaners. She cleans the dirt in the city with her hands and protects the earth with her hands. From time to time, she held her sleeves and stood on tiptoe, trying to get rid of the advertisements on high places. Looking at her, I want to say: the news spread to Shili township last night, and now a city is scattered. The old year added life to others, and Kangling was clean.
A composition writer in midsummer (4) There are many ordinary people around our lives, doing ordinary things in obscurity. It is these ordinary people, these ordinary things, but often spark, inspire me, admirable, cleaners are one of them.
The cleaner is wearing orange overalls and a small yellow hat, pushing a three-wheeled cleaning car and sweeping with a broom. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter how cold and hot, no matter how dirty and smelly the garbage is, she always gets up early and tries to clean the streets.
One day in the summer vacation, before dawn, the fog was gray, like a veil. My father and I went to climb Dingling, halfway through the ride, when we suddenly heard rustling sweeping the floor, a man dressed in yellow caught my eye. Oh, it's a cleaner. Although it was morning and the breeze was blowing gently, there were a lot of sweat on her face. There used to be a construction site nearby with a lot of rubbish. If you can't sweep it all at once, you have to run back and forth several times. Sometimes when I just want to sit down and have a rest, I see some leaves blown off by the wind in the distance, so I quickly pick up a broom and dustpan and bend down to clean the leaves until they are clean.
In the cold winter, I go to a restaurant for breakfast. It is snowing heavily outside, and there is thick snow on the road. When passing the Yangliucun Bridge, I met a cleaner, pushing a load of garbage and struggling forward. I think how hard she works. Ordinary people are doing extraordinary things, and this is the hard cleaner.
They are the most beautiful people in their minds, creating a clean and beautiful environment with their hands. Their dedication is worth learning from all of us. I want to learn to be a cleaner! I want to praise the cleaner!
Summer vacation composition writer (5) During the summer vacation, I came to my father's construction site, which was really lively! There was once a symphony of diligence, which fascinated me.
My father is an ordinary and ordinary construction worker. He has a pair of industrious and dexterous hands. He can do engineering materials, read drawings and do some complicated work. The next day, the sound of pouring concrete on the construction site woke me up from my early morning sleep. It's only six o'clock in the morning, and the construction site has started a new day's work.
I saw those workers wearing helmets and uniforms, doing their own things, their hands and feet kept busy: some were nailing; Some are smashing bricks; My father works in the basement. Out of curiosity, I followed my father to the basement. As soon as I entered, a cool breeze blew, which made people feel very comfortable. But at the bottom, it's getting colder and colder. I sneezed and shivered again. I think of my father and a group of workers working in this terrible place. I admire my father and workers.
Before I get up every morning, they have already started working. It has been raining for several days, and the land has not been dry for a day, and the workers have not rested. On a sunny day and under the scorching sun, they are still working hard, taking off their helmets from time to time and raising their arms to wipe the sweat from their foreheads. I have never paid attention to construction workers before, and I didn't know that they worked so hard.
These construction workers work rain or shine. Think about it. I eat ice cream and watch TV at home in summer. They sweated profusely in the scorching sun. In winter, when I bake a heater at home, they are doing it in the howling cold wind and heavy snow. They all live on the construction site and their living conditions are not good. They look ordinary, but they are as ordinary as hardworking bees, but they are great.
Our hometown has changed a lot in recent years. There are new high-rise buildings and comfortable and elegant garden club everywhere. These ordinary construction workers have made great contributions to the development of our city. I admire them!