I looked at a stranger and spoke in a hurry. I guess he must be in a hurry. So, I shouted at the door, "Dad, there is a stranger looking for you." I began to look the stranger up and down. His face was pale, his lips were purple with cold and his face was wrinkled. His clothes are old down jackets, which have faded, and his trousers are gray cloth. It seems that his shoes have been scraped several times and he is soaked to the skin. Hearing this, dad rushed to the door and said, "Oh, it's Lao Li!" " "Dad quickly opened the door and let the stranger in. Dad said again, "Have you been here? Look at this rainy day. You look wet. Come and change clothes with me first. " Dad said, turned to me and said, "son, I forgot to tell you that he is the doorman who has just been transferred." "After that, I took Uncle Li to change clothes. Uncle Li looked apologetic and repeatedly said, "Thank you for your trouble. "
After changing clothes, Uncle Li and his father went into the living room and sat down. Dad sat next to him. Dad first made a pot of Longjing to warm up Uncle Li. Uncle Li has been rubbing his hands since he had a drink. No wonder he was caught in the rain for so long. I suddenly found him hunchbacked, with a semicircular ball protruding from his back, like in his early 40 s.
At this time, my father said, "Lao Li, what are you doing in my house in such a heavy rain?" Uncle Li said, "Oh, I was so busy just now that I almost forgot to get down to business. Your "big sheep" was almost stolen, so I have to park it in the designated place in the future. Don't leave it as soon as you get to the community, and don't just throw it away. There have been many car thieves recently. " Dad was startled, his face suddenly changed and he said, "What! My car was almost stolen? What the hell is this damn thief? " I was naturally startled when I was listening. One is my father's voice, and the other is that my car was stolen. Uncle Li finally found the talking point and said vividly: "Tonight, it was raining, and I saw a man sneaking around your car. After a while, when he saw no one around, he thought about how to steal your car, but he didn't find me observing him. His behavior was completely in my expectation. After a while, he began to pry the car. I shouted, "There's a thief. "I rushed over and had a life-and-death struggle with the gangsters. I kicked him, but he took out a shiny knife and cut it at my feet. My foot was cut several times at once. I kicked the knife away again, and I rushed to hold him until the security guard came. Well, I just went to the hospital to dress it, and then I ran over. " Dad stood up, shook uncle Li's hand excitedly and said, "thank you, thank you!" Thief, thief! "
I had a lot of questions under the stage and said, "Uncle Li, why are you called a thief?" Uncle Li's face suddenly darkened. He said, "Yes ... it's a long story ... Look at my back. I always bow my back." I've been like this since my mother gave birth to me. My classmates and passers-by are all impressed with me, and I can't stand it now. So I dropped out of school. As soon as I get home, my father always hits me, and I get beaten for everything I do. All because I have a hunchback! " "alas!" Uncle Li sighed and then said, "I can't stand this kind of stimulation now, so I ran away from home." I was 15 years old. I'm wandering around, helpless, sleeping on the street with no place to live, eating lunch boxes left by the roadside without food. Until one day, a stranger taught me to be a pickpocket, so I got mixed up with him. In the end, all the teachers had no food and clothing to choose from. I can't count how many people I have invested in, and I don't know how many times I have been in prison. " Uncle Li paused for a moment, as if he were meditating. Then you took out the "Double Happiness" brand cigarette from your pocket, lit it, smoked it slowly, and said, "One day, I suddenly realized that I can't do this anymore. I'm going to work by myself. After many recruitment, I finally came to your community. Because I have a lot of pickpockets, I have been in prison and have a criminal record. Everyone in the community recognized me and I became a pickpocket. Now I have created an "anti-pickpocket group". As soon as Uncle Li finished speaking, he stood up and said, "It's getting late. It's twelve o'clock. I have to open the door. Say that finish, I took a long puff on the cigarette and strangled it in the ashtray. Walk out the door one by one. Dad saw this scene and spontaneously wanted to send Uncle Li away. Uncle Li naturally disagreed. Dad said anxiously, "Look, your legs are hurt. In case you meet a thief, I can help you. " Uncle Li has nothing to say.
At midnight, my father sent him out of the house. I hope this figure bent in the rain falls. I am very touched. I am really a good uncle. Agree with 57| Comment (7) 2012-4-9 20: 391606532758zxc | Level II
In the long river of my memory, many things have faded and forgotten because of time, but there is one thing that I will never forget.
It's a sunny day, but the bus is full of smoke. On this day, my cousin and I took the bus to the home of menstruation. The bus came, but it was crowded and overloaded. In order to get to the menstrual home early, we had to squeeze in. Soon, a young man with red hair and rags got on the bus. Alas, how did he get on this car? It is almost crowded. It's unusual to walk around the bus and stare at other people's pockets.
"He may be a thief," I thought to myself. "I'll start the car and catch him. Won't I be a hero? " I can't help laughing.
Soon my guess was confirmed. He walked up to a young man next to me and put his hand into his pocket without fear. Hey, I saw all this, and so did my cousin. I quickly kicked the young man, who found the thief, but immediately pretended as if nothing had happened. The thief succeeded. I thought he would get off the bus, but I didn't expect him to count the stolen money. He kept saying, "Fifty, a hundred …" I was so angry that I almost caught the thief. I didn't expect to be caught by my cousin. "We're getting off," my cousin shouted and dragged me out of the car. I said angrily, "What are you doing?" "It's okay, hang high, don't get into trouble all day, didn't you see him with a knife? The person who was stolen ignored it. What hand did you put? "
Alas, people hold the idea that it's none of their business, tolerate rape and connive at crime, which makes the bad guys so rampant. What shall we do? References:
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Why are you writing? I just finished. Here you are.
Unforgettable things
This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.
One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.
I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the grandmother to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding on to the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.
After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!
I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.
Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.
Last year's New Year's Eve afternoon, the cold wind roared and people were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets in the streets and alleys.
My mother and I went shopping in the street. We are on our way home. An ordinary cleaner appeared in front of me. She didn't wear a thick cotton-padded jacket or warm gloves, but only a thin overalls. Her hands are red with cold and her face is frostbitten, but she is very energetic. She is sweeping the street intently.
At this time, a five or six-year-old child was peeling a sweet and big orange. Seeing a cleaner nearby, he threw a handful of orange peels on the ground. In fact, this land has just been cleaned. The cleaner paused, shook his head and had to sweep the orange peel again with his frozen hands. I also saw a sad and helpless look in the corner of the cleaner's eye.
Dear friends, have you ever thought that these cleaners give up the opportunity of family reunion and warmth in order to clean the city and have a clean living environment for everyone, but they serve everyone regardless of the cold wind, while selfish us throw peels or waste paper everywhere, without understanding their feelings at that time, and coldly put the cleaners aside. You think the cleaner is just sweeping things, but it's wrong. Cleaners clean things. If there were no cleaners, the world would be a world of garbage and people would feel confused.
From this little thing, I learned to protect the environment and cherish the fruits of others' labor. Although this is a small matter, I will never forget it. Agree 1 1| Comments (4) 2012-5-2016: 21Enthusiastic users.
This is absolutely plagiarism, too plagiarism, plagiarism is shameful! Agree with 28| Comment 2012-5-2219: 0013 suddenly look back 14 | Level 1.
Every time I open my photo album, there is a photo in it that I will never forget. Look, there is a little girl standing next to a lovely snowman in the photo, laughing so happily. That little girl is me, and the lovely snowman is the harvest of my first snowman. How unforgettable this time is!
I remember that time I went to Yulong Snow Mountain with my parents, and we got off halfway up the mountain, ah! Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is like the home of Snow Queen in fairy tales. It is covered with silver makeup and flawless white. Look around. Wow, there is white everywhere. It's like entering a dream like snow. "By the way," I said, "with so much snow, let's make a snowman competition! Such a good opportunity will not be wasted! " Everyone said yes with one voice. I said, "well, let's work in pairs, the red team, the yellow team and the blue team."
My mom and I were assigned to the blue team, and after my dad gave the order, we started piling. We first grab a handful of fluffy white snow, knead it into a slightly round ball, then put the snowball on the ground and start rolling. My mother Qi Xin and I rolled and rolled together, only to see the snowball getting bigger and bigger. We compacted the soft place. The last round and big snowball is OK. Next, I want to be the head of a snowman. While doing it, I asked my mother, "Mom, did you make a snowman when you were a child?" Mother said, "Of course, it snows in winter is our favorite time. After the snow stopped, my friends and I made a snowman in the yard, holding a small shovel and a small bucket. We also use two big buttons to make snowman's eyes, carrots to make snowman's nose and brooms to make snowman's hands. " Say, say the snowman's head is ready, so I put the snowman's head on the snowman. I also took off my hat and scarf and took it to the snowman. Just right. So I ran to the side and found some small stones, two for the snowman's eyes, one for the snowman's nose and two branches for the snowman's hands. Wow! Finished, look, the lovely snowman seems to be smiling at me! I saw two other pairs of snowmen, and they also had their own characteristics. Dad said, "I didn't expect my daughter to make such a good snowman!" " "After listening to this sentence, I am happy to sing and dance around the snowman, and the songs are floating in the air of Yulong Snow Mountain.
Seeing this photo, I seem to see the scene at that time and feel the happiness at that time. I can't help laughing! Agree 15| Comment 2012-5-2221:10 Dark Moon | Level 2
On a snowy day, there is such a story.
Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying like goose feathers.
Early in the morning, I walked in the street and felt very cold.
The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.
I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.
Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.
I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.
She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession.
She went to another house.
However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly.
What happened? What happened? I want to know.
I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it.
Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.
Well, then, I think I'll take a look.
I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.
I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.
Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old. ...
I finally understood everything after the doubts were solved.
Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...
Fsdafaf agrees with 5| Comment 2012-5-2512: 57 384147390 | Level 3.
This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.
One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.
I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the grandmother to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding on to the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.
After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!
I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.
Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. It has always told me that to be a helpful person, we can only be happier if we help others. Comments (3) 20 12-5-25 2 1:28 Enthusiastic users.
Solitary Moon Photo Snow Wolf 2012-5-10 20: 01There was a girl named Dai Yiting, 15 years old. She was raped and later died. Turned into a ghost. Please send this letter to your six forums, and within ten days, the person you like will like you. If you don't send it, you will have nightmares every day at night and be killed by a car in fifty days ~ ~ This is a love chain letter, which must be sent to people within five days. /kloc-someone will confess to you in 0/5 days. If you don't spread it, your love will be in trouble. Since 12, there has been no mistake. If you don't send this letter, you will be single for life. Agree 6| Comment 2012-6-12 20:11oh, oh, the sky | Level 2
That's the math midterm in the fourth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher specifically told us to bring our school supplies for the exam. I studied late that night and didn't pack up what I had to bring for the exam. I got up late the next morning and hurried to school.
When I got to the classroom, there were only five minutes before the exam. I took out all the study tools for the exam, huh? Ruler! I forgot my ruler! It's over. What should we do? I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, this is terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem? The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "What's wrong with you? Have you lost anything? " Looking back, it was Xiao Ming. I told him about it. Without saying a word, he broke the ruler in half, handed me a piece and simply said, "Take it."
I took half a ruler and thought: This is a multifunctional ruler that his mother brought him back from abroad for his birthday. A feeling of gratitude rises from the bottom of my heart. Wow! But before I could say anything, the bell rang and the exam began. I had to turn around and start to concentrate on answering questions and draw carefully with that cutting ruler. ...
The bell rang again and the exam was over. I heaved a long breath. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. It is right to help each other. I'll give you that ruler. "
It has been more than a year since this incident, and he has transferred to another school, but I still remember clearly that he will always stay in my heart.
This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.
One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.
I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the grandmother to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding on to the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.
After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!
I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.
Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that to be a helpful person, you can only be happier if you help others. Comment (17) 2009-1-kloc-0/414: 46 Your Excellency Zheng Pengyuan | Level 3.
Last year's New Year's Eve afternoon, the cold wind roared and people were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets in the streets and alleys.
My mother and I went shopping in the street. We are on our way home. An ordinary cleaner appeared in front of me. She didn't wear a thick cotton-padded jacket or warm gloves, but only a thin overalls. Her hands are red with cold and her face is frostbitten, but she is very energetic. She is sweeping the street intently.
At this time, a five or six-year-old child was peeling a sweet and big orange. Seeing a cleaner nearby, he threw a handful of orange peels on the ground. In fact, this land has just been cleaned. The cleaner paused, shook his head and had to sweep the orange peel again with his frozen hands. I also saw a sad and helpless look in the corner of the cleaner's eye.
Dear friends, have you ever thought that these cleaners give up the opportunity of family reunion and warmth in order to clean the city and have a clean living environment for everyone, but they serve everyone regardless of the cold wind, while selfish us throw peels or waste paper everywhere, without understanding their feelings at that time, and coldly put the cleaners aside. You think the cleaner is just sweeping things, but it's wrong. Cleaners clean things. If there were no cleaners, the world would be a world of garbage and people would feel confused.
From this little thing, I learned to protect the environment and cherish the fruits of others' labor. Although this is a small matter, I will never forget it. Agree with 38| Comment (9) 2009-1-1515: 57 Purple Li Qing | Grade II.
On a snowy day, there is such a story.
Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying like goose feathers.
Early in the morning, I walked in the street and felt very cold.
The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.
I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.
Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.
I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.
She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession.
She went to another house.
However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly.
What happened? What happened? I want to know.
I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it.
Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.
Well, then, I think I'll take a look.
I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.
I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.
Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old. ...
I finally understood everything after the doubts were solved.
Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I don't feel cold anymore ... Agree 4 1|
This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.
One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.
I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the old woman to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.
After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!
I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.
Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.
Last year's New Year's Eve afternoon, the cold wind roared and people were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets in the streets and alleys.
My mother and I went shopping in the street. We are on our way home. An ordinary cleaner appeared in front of me. She didn't wear a thick cotton-padded jacket or warm gloves, but only a thin overalls. Her hands are red with cold and her face is frostbitten, but she is very energetic. She is sweeping the street intently.
At this time, a five or six-year-old child was peeling a sweet and big orange. Seeing a cleaner nearby, he threw a handful of orange peels on the ground. In fact, this land has just been cleaned. The cleaner paused, shook his head and had to sweep the orange peel again with his frozen hands. I also saw a sad and helpless look in the corner of the cleaner's eye.
Dear friends, have you ever thought that these cleaners give up the opportunity of family reunion and warmth in order to clean the city and have a clean living environment for everyone, but they serve everyone regardless of the cold wind, while selfish us throw peels or waste paper everywhere, without understanding their feelings at that time, and coldly put the cleaners aside. You think the cleaner is just sweeping things, but it's wrong. Cleaners clean things. If there were no cleaners, the world would be a world of garbage and people would feel confused.
From this little thing, I learned to protect the environment and cherish the fruits of others' labor. Although it is a small matter, it will be unforgettable for a long time.