Whenever I walk along a clean street, scenes of their hard work flash through my mind... Street cleaners—a profession we are all familiar with. How ordinary they are! At dawn, they traverse the quiet alleys, sweeping back and forth. As the garbage trucks gradually fill up, our city becomes cleaner, and the dust is cleared. The cleaners' figures fade as they move away, and by the time people emerge for their day, the cleaning ladies have already departed, carrying with them their exhaustion and the toil of their labor.
When the night is still, she appears again. Dressed simply, with a bright smile on her face, large beads of sweat roll down her forehead, leaving a deep impression of diligence in people's hearts. Thus, the cleaning ladies work tirelessly from morning to night, without interruption. Whether in the scorching heat of summer or the wind and rain of winter; whether under a blazing sun or during a typhoon, they appear at the same time every day. Their hands, their presence, every detail of their work is both profound and ordinary. One weekend morning, before dawn, while everything was still asleep, the cries of vendors woke me from my slumber. Stepping outside, I immediately felt the sweltering heat. And there was the cleaning lady? Seeing her drenched in sweat, she appeared ordinary yet noble in my eyes. She lifted her broom and began to sweep earnestly and meticulously... one stroke, two strokes... the trash on the ground grew less, but the sweat on her brow grew more. A pair of weary hands, beads of sweat, and a clean city—is this not the best testament? They are the most beautiful, the most ordinary, yet the most noble people.
Flying dust and unpleasant odors drift toward the cleaners. Passersby, seeing this, often cover their noses and hurry away, complaining, "It stinks!" They simply turn aside to escape the pungent smell, but the cleaning ladies must endure these conditions, a hardship many find unbearable. They pay this price for the cleanliness of our city. They do not fear mockery and bravely accept the sarcasm of others; what noble qualities! Seeing this, a surge of admiration burned in my heart. I walked up to her and struck up a conversation: "Ma'am, do you always come to clean even in this weather?" "Of course, it's my duty. We cleaners are here to maintain the city's hygiene!" "Don't you feel"
