Composition 1 Describe the ethics of cleaning workers
Seemingly ordinary people are actually not ordinary, but their hearts are not ordinary, such as cleaners, who clean the world for us, who are not afraid of hard work and work hard for us, and who silently feed us in the obscure corner of the world year after year.
Everyone who cleans up garbage in the street smells of garbage. They were dressed in rags, their uniforms were worn out, they were covered in filth, their skin was dark and their faces were wrinkled, and the carts were full of rubbish. They are cleaners.
Each of us once despised them, their looks, clothes and poverty. In our opinion, they have no dignity. Our parents used to scare us with them, telling us that as long as we don't study hard, we will be like them. So what? They silently pay for us. Without them, the streets we see now may be full of rubbish. If it weren't for them, would our home be so clean?
The cold wind chills one to the bone In this cold winter season, I thought I was the first to come to school, but my idea was wrong. The quiet school left the figure of aunt cleaner, who was sweeping the floor. Aunt exchanged her left and right hands and waved a broom. Aunt piled up our waste paper, swept it into the bucket, and then gently put it in the trunk full of garbage. The wind was biting, and I suddenly shivered with cold. Classmate, it's cold here. You'd better go to the classroom. ? A few short words touched me. I picked up the rubbish on the ground and gently put it in the trash can. Suddenly, the biting cold wind struck again. The waste paper in the trash can floated all over the floor, but my aunt didn't give up. She cleaned over and over again, and didn't leave until the garbage was cleared. Looking at the back of my aunt leaving, I suddenly understood a lot.
Cleaners are unusual. In fact, there are many extraordinary people hidden in the world, just waiting for us to discover.
Composition 2 describes the morality of cleaning workers
She is an ordinary person, what she does every day seems ordinary, and she is indeed a very noble professional cleaner.
As soon as I see the cleaner, I think of an aunt. I remember a cold winter, when I came home from school, I saw an aunt cleaner sweeping the floor. Her big eyes and high nose bridge may be the cause of the cold, and her mouth is shaking.
At this time, a young man came and threw orange peel in front of her while eating oranges, completely ignoring the aunt cleaner. The cleaner's aunt caught up with the young man while sweeping the skin and said that there is a lot of domestic garbage now, and the cleaner is too busy. If there is too much garbage, we will all get sick. Please consciously stop littering. ? The young man left embarrassedly. The young man just left, and my aunt found that there was too much garbage in the sewer, probably because she was worried that the sewer was blocked. Without saying anything, she walked quickly. Reach into cold water to dig for rubbish. Ice water froze aunt cleaner's hand like a carrot. But if she keeps digging, the garbage will be finished. Aunt smiled and swept away. My aunt is gone, but her back will always stay in my heart. I don't think our city would be so beautiful without their hard work.
They work in obscurity, they work conscientiously, and they work without complaint. This is the person I admire most.
Composition 3 describes the morality of cleaning workers
Aunt Li, the cleaner, has bright eyes, a cherry face, thick eyebrows and a pointed nose. It's a special cleaning agent.
Once, on Sunday morning, on my way back from the library, I saw Aunt Li, the cleaner, squatting by a sewer. The sewer is blocked by mud, and the road is full of sewage. Every cleaner covers his nose, and pedestrians cover their noses to avoid and bypass other places. None of them stopped to think about how to solve the problem. They all went their separate ways, as if they had nothing to do with themselves. 10:30, when I went out, I saw Aunt Li, the cleaner, squatting by the sewer and taking out the garbage in the sewer. There is some rubbish beside her: rotten peels, rotten vegetables and empty mineral water bottles. Others still hide around when they see them, for fear that some dirt will be left on their clothes. But Aunt Li is not afraid of dirty and smelly, but also uncovers the lid of the sewer with delicate hands. When it is hot, the smell in the sewer rises rapidly. But Aunt Li still insisted, holding out the garbage from the sewer bit by bit and insisting on pottery. After a long time, the sewer finally cleared, and then Aunt Li's face has turned into a big face. After he covered the lid, he went back to cleaning the street.
Seeing this scene, I can't help thinking: Aunt Li, you are so great! You always create a beautiful environment for people, whether it's windy or rainy or cold or hot. Aunt Li, I'm so proud of you. We should learn from the selfless dedication of Aunt Li, the cleaner.
Composition 4 describes the morality of cleaning workers
Touching My Cleaner Touching My Cleaner On a cold morning, I crawled out of the warm bed with sleepy eyes, yawned and opened the curtain a little. Under the street lamp, a lonely figure is sweeping the floor in obscurity. Who is this character? This is an ordinary and great cleaner. They go out early and come back late all day and work hard, but their wages are not high. Day after day, year after year, they still insist, which makes me admire and move.
One Friday night, I went out for a walk after dinner. Unconsciously, I walked into a busy street. The street is a mess, and countless empty bottles, food bags and residues are scattered on the roadside. There is a disgusting smell in the air from time to time. I picked up some empty bottles of drinks and threw them into the trash can. After a while, I lost my patience and didn't want to answer it. At this moment, a cleaner in an orange uniform came. He skillfully picked up the iron clip and garbage collection bag and began to work. He worked quickly and conscientiously, and cleared a section of the road in a few minutes. Then he met his nemesis-chewing gum stuck to the ground. I saw him shake his head and walk away. I think, um, I think the cleaner is very good and patient. It seems that they exaggerate. They just work as hard for the salary as we do.
But it turns out that I was wrong. He quickly found a shovel from the toolbox, shoveled a mass of black chewing gum from the ground and threw it into the trash can. I saw his rough calloused hands in the light, and I couldn't help but respect them. This is the cleaner who moved me. He is not afraid of being dirty or tired, and silently contributes to the cleanliness and beauty of the city.