我的身边有一道美丽的风景线,它既不是挂在天上的彩虹,不是地上的小花小草,也不是各种晶莹剔透的金银饰品……告诉你,这个最美的风景是一名普普通通的环卫工人的身影。早晨起来,清新的空气,洁净的街道,伴随我们走过快乐的每一天,每当此时,你是否会想到这是谁的功劳呢?如果没有环卫工人,清新的空气从哪里来?洁净的道路从哪里来?但是,如此默默为我们奉献的人你会尊重他们吗?也许你会沉默,也许你会点头,可是我们身边会有多少人尊重他们呢?想起这些我就会愤愤地想起一件很令人心酸的事。有一次,我走在干净的路上,虽然没有垃圾,但还有头一天夜间下雨形成的积水,这些积水不时地被路过的行人溅起,被阳光一照,仿佛一朵朵闪亮的小花,我正走在洁净的道 I have a beautiful scenery around me, it is neither a rainbow hanging in the sky, not the grass on the ground, nor is it all kinds of crystal clear gold and silver jewelry ... ... tell you, this is the most beautiful scenery of a common Sanitation workers figure. In the morning, fresh air, clean streets, with us through the joy of every day, whenever this time, you will think of who is the credit? If there is no sanitation workers, where the fresh air come from? Where do the roads come from? However, you will respect them so quietly for our dedication? Maybe you will be silent, maybe you will nod, but how many people around us will respect them? I remembered angrily remembered one Pieces are very sad thing. Once, I was on a clean road, and although there was no rubbish, there was still the stagnant water that had formed during the night before it was raining. The water from time to time was splashed by the passing pedestrians and sucked by the sunshine, as if blossoming The flower, I’m walking in the clean way