The most beautiful scenery

There is a river at the entrance of the most beautiful scenery. Every time I pass by, I will unconsciously speed up my pace, hurried past, and hurriedly glanced at the piles of rubbish floating on the river, full of disgust.
Not just me, every passer-by is like this, it seems that no one can remember the original appearance of this river.
That morning, the figure that was different from ordinary people jumped into my sight and made me wake up like a dream.
It was a 60-year-old man. His wrinkled hands clung to a bamboo pole and slowly reached into the river. He struggled to pick up a plastic bag that had been immersed in the river for a long time. Put it in the garbage bag on the shore.
Passers-by have turned back and looked at him strangely, with a scornful look in his eyes. The women who squat on the high heels and the heavy makeup whispered about him: "What is this old man doing?" "I don't know, it's not dirty." "Smelly dead and stinky, let's go." "The ground is gone." A young man in sportswear, who is doing morning exercises, ran up and patted the shoulders of the old man: "The old man, this river is so dirty, you still don't get it, you can never clean it." The old man did not say anything, just a slight A smile, and locked the target on a very striking worn-out slippers on the river. When the boy saw it, he shook his head helplessly and ran away from far away...
All the people are far away, as if the old man is surrounded by dangerous minefields, and when they are close to one step, they will explode.
I couldn't help but stop, for the first time, stop for this notorious dirty river.
I saw that he tried to stretch the bamboo poles, but he couldn’t reach it. So he leaned back to the river bank and gently lifted his toes, and pushed the bamboo poles forward. The short body was balanced. It became trembling and stiff. The ridiculous eyes of people are as sharp arrows in my eyes, and they are shot intensively on the back of the old man, but he is completely disregarded and concentrates on what he wants to do.
The old man's hard work, short figure, like a tall tree, is rooted in my heart.
He still tried to get the slippers, I went forward, took the bamboo poles, said: "Grandpa, I will help you." His face was first surprised, then smiled slyly. The sun flowed into my heart along the lines of his face. I easily reached the slipper and learned to put it in the garbage bag. The old man said softly: "Thank you." Then he took the bamboo pole and drummed it up. I said goodbye to him and walked away.
On the way, I feel warm in my heart. I always thought that modern people are like the polluted river, separating themselves from being alone. For the environment of life, there is no concern for this earth, green hanging on the lips. Very few people have put into action. And the old man, let me see a cherished heart, a light of hope.
Far away, I looked back at the river, and there were very few people passing by, only the figure was still there. A river, a person, is the most beautiful scenery in my eyes.
Looking up, the morning light passed through the clouds and sprinkled on the face, as soft as cotton candy. I saw that the sky above the head became blue.