I always want to sing a song for you.

I want to sing a song for you.

I always want to sing a song for you. You are ordinary, you are silent, you are a humble little stone, your existence is weak, but in the city you always have your figure, you are in the crowd. Walking through the head and talking, sometimes your smile is in exchange for scolding, even if this is the case, you are still working quietly, you, sanitation workers.

When the rising sun rises from the east, people may still be dreaming, and you are already on the streets of the hard work streets, you are the most inconspicuous of these thousands of people. How many times have you seen you on the road to the car, always your figure of silent work: how many times you see you in the streets, sweat and flying dust bloom on your face into our flowers, our clean environment From your hand, you are the gardener of the city. You have done too much for us, and you have received very few, and remember that once in the winter, I walked on the way to school as usual, and I was wearing thick clothes but it was freezing me. Go straight. And a sanitation worker was wearing only a thin cotton coat with worn gloves, shivering in the cold wind, but also insisting on waving the broom of his hand to sweep the snow up a little bit. Anxious, the garbage on the ground has not been cleaned up. You swept a bottle and was frozen in the snow. You can't sweep it when you swept it, so you kneel down and want to use your hands to freeze the bottle from the bottle. Pull out the snow, but the gloves are too slippery, so you take off your gloves and take it out in the cold weather. It is precisely this way that your soul becomes cleaner and hotter after the cold baptism. Only in this way, people can safely hand over the work of the city gardener to you, and the city in your hands will become beautiful every day.

In my heart, you are an immortal song, plain and faint, but it gives people an endless aftertaste. You are diligent and simple, you have no regrets, and you stand firm in your work. I am proud of you. This praise cannot be expressed in words. Let me sing it into a song and sing it to you.

Jinan Jinying Middle School, Jinan, Shandong, China: Liu Xiangyu