On this day, when I got downstairs, I saw a cleaner pushing a garbage truck to sweep the floor in our community. I took out my bike and practiced driving in the community. After a while, I saw the cleaner again. He is trying to sweep the floor. He saw his head sweating and wiped it with a towel from time to time. I wanted to go up and help him, but the scene made me feel very wronged by the cleaner.
I parked my car in front of a stone and sat on it myself. At this time, a lady in a mink coat came in the distance, holding a little girl of five or six years old. When the lady walked leisurely to the cleaner, she frowned and glanced at the cleaner from the corner of her eye, and went a little further, as if afraid that the smell of garbage would stink her expensive mink coat. She walked a little further, took out a pack of napkins from her bag, sniffed, threw it on the ground, and took out another pack to wipe her nose. While wiping her nose, the sensible daughter was going to pick up the paper that had been thrown on the ground. The lady stopped her daughter from picking up the paper and said, "Baby, don't pick up the paper, it's dirty, don't move." Her daughter pouted and said, "The teacher taught us. Don't throw paper anywhere, pick it up when you see paper on the ground. " The lady added, "It's too dirty. If you pick it up again, I won't take you home. " "But ..." The daughter wanted to say, but her mother interrupted her: "Don't do buts, let's go!" The girl looked back at the paper and left. The cleaner was so tired that he went to pick up paper. I really feel sorry for him.
In the morning, the door of the library opened and all kinds of people rushed into the library. Keep a shawl
Hair, braids, shaving, combing separately, black hair, white hair, ... wearing shoes, sports shoes, high heels, low heels, ... The spacious library seems a bit crowded.
As soon as people entered the library, they took a deep breath and smiled with relief, as if they had been shut up all night.
The air in the library is very fresh, and then, eyelids, phoenix eyes and crow's feet eyes all aim at their own goals; Rough hands, delicate hands, broad hands and slender hands all carefully take down the book and touch it very gently, just like touching a child's smooth face. ...
After the commotion in the library for a while, it was calm again, and occasionally the sound of turning pages was heard, which was also very small and short. People are completely immersed in the sea of books ...
A young man with glasses, while looking at his desk, sometimes stopped to frown and think about something, and sometimes helped the glasses that slipped under his nose; A girl wearing many shawls, at the moment, didn't manage to sort out those messy long hair, but greedily swept with big eyes and casually shook the bunch of Liu Haier hanging from her forehead. Look at that expression, if she had scissors, she would definitely break the bundle of Liu Haier; An old man, with presbyopic glasses on his nose and squinting his eyes, held the book far away. It looked very hard, but he still couldn't bear to put it down. Several children are prone on the table, pointing to words, reading word by word, with great difficulty, but with great concentration. ...
I left the library quietly without disturbing anyone, but I can't forget the little scenes in my life. He seems to have told me something. What is this?