Write an article of more than 500 words about the back of sanitation workers in spring.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around in dismay. It seems to be evening now. I dragged my slippers to the window and took a deep breath.

Groggy, I was attracted by what I saw. It was a middle-aged woman with wrinkles on her forehead. The mask covered most of her face, revealing only two kind eyes, from which people seemed to get some comfort. She is holding an old broom in her hand and doing the same action over and over again, accompanied by the sound of "gauze" from time to time. Yes, she is an ordinary cleaner.

A blush appeared on the horizon, and the sky gradually recovered its original appearance. The alarm clock in front of the bed told me that it was only after five o'clock, but she seemed to have been here for a long time. Looking at her skillful movements, I can't help thinking about how many days and nights of exercise it takes. Suddenly, she paused, frowned badly, hit her waist hard several times, and once again picked up the broom to continue cleaning. I have been deeply in awe of her. She may do it for her family or for her survival, but this kind of professionalism is something we should all learn. We should not only praise those good people and deeds, but also know how to praise those who have made ordinary efforts and worked tirelessly. Besides, they are urban beauticians.

These ordinary cleaners work tirelessly to get up early and get greedy for the black, just for the beauty of the mining area. Every corner of the mining area has the brand of their times. They may not be beautiful, but these countless mornings are enough to make them the most beautiful people. The red sun Ran Ran rises, leaving only the clean ground of the mining area and her distant back.