"The most beautiful love sets sail from here, and our hearts are flying high like red sails. Raise joy, raise hope, and ardent love shines with the sunshine of life. " Every time I sing this song, I will think of a beautiful figure, not how beautiful he looks, but how he makes our city clean and beautiful with ordinary labor and how he makes his life full of brilliance with ordinary labor.

It was a Saturday morning, and my mother and I were going to climb the mountain together. Ah! How cold it is! I shrank my neck and zipped up my tracksuit. I saw leaves falling one by one, just like birds flying! At the foot of the mountain, there is a cleaner. He is not tall, he should be about the same age as his grandfather. He is bending over and carefully sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

These leaves are really naughty. Some of them are glued to the ground, and some are playing games with the wind! Grandpa the cleaner managed to get these naughty boys together, and suddenly several big trucks roared by, and the fallen leaves took the opportunity to make trouble and run around! This is terrible, I think.

But grandpa the cleaner didn't complain, and he also cleaned these naughty leaves behind his back! He is so serious and dedicated! After a while, he put all the fallen leaves in the dustbin. At this time, several young people with yellow hair came over and threw their finished cigarettes and drink bottles on the ground.

Grandpa, the cleaner, went over to him and said, "Young man, garbage should be put in the dustbin." Those boys laughed and said, "Aren't you just a garbage sweeper?" While cleaning up the garbage, grandpa the cleaner said earnestly, "The city is our home, and every family member should cherish it. This is a truth that all kindergarten children know! "

Those people kept mumbling. Grandpa the cleaner sighed, lowered his head and started cleaning again. The figure of grandpa the cleaner is tall in front of my eyes. He created a colorful world of his own with his own labor. Isn't it because of thousands of ordinary beautiful messengers in Qian Qian that this beautiful and lovely world has been formed?