My pattern idol

Everyone has an idol in her heart. I am driven by idols. We are moving forward and moving forward. Let me introduce my idols.

The first pattern idol: sweeper

In the early morning, the sky in the east just showed the white belly, and the whole street was still silent. People are still asleep, ah, I look at the watch, it is still early at 6 o'clock, and a touch of orange has appeared on the street.

"Brushing, brushing" turned the broom into a magic wand in their hands, and the road that was just covered by garbage immediately became clean and tidy. They dripped sweat on their foreheads and slid down quietly, opening a blossoming flower on the road.

The second pattern idol: military

"Rumble" accompanied by a violent earthquake, Ya'an Lushan suddenly became a dark world. Cries, shouts, and helplessness are mixed, and people’s hearts are already in a panic.

A touch of green appeared on the ruins in the first place. The aftershocks are still going on. The soldiers proud of our motherland have used their hands to dig deep underground life. Hands are covered with dirt, and sometimes there is a mixture of blood.

Third pattern idol: teacher

The chalk on the blackboard moves in one stroke, and the students underneath take notes seriously. The fingers were bent for years of writing, and the two white hairs showed his dedication to the podium.

Time has passed quietly, and the time like running water has passed from the fingers. When spring comes to winter, he uses his own efforts to nurture the next generation for the motherland.

My idol is not a gleaming star artist on the screen, nor a famous great man. They are just ordinary people. They are sticking to their posts, contributing to each other bit by bit, and their lives are wonderful because of their efforts. This is my pattern idol.

Third day: shallow trace