500-word touching story of the cleaner.

On a cold morning, I crawled out of the warm bed with sleepy eyes. After yawning, I 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.