Qingwei | the cleaner who sang

Text | Wang Cuiyu

Sending children to school in the morning, it is cold, pedestrians are sparse, and the road is empty, which makes people feel even more cold. Drop off your child and get ready to hurry home. At this time, I suddenly heard a high-pitched singing voice, and when I listened to it, my spirit was also lifted, and I felt that everything was smooth and vivid. Nahan in my heart, so early, who is singing?

Following the prestige, a cleaner on the other side of the green belt is singing while holding a broom in one hand and a shovel in the other, bending down to sweep the floor. I couldn't help but look closer, only to see that he was a tall man, gray hair, orange overalls, on the empty road, under the shade of the green belt holly, it was very gorgeous. After sweeping, he got up with a shovel and a broom to go into the distance, walking and naturally and boldly lit up his voice and sang Peking Opera, "Fighting the Tiger on the Mountain" of "Wise Tiger Mountain": through the forest sea, across the snowfield, and the air rushed to the han. Lyrical pride, writing ambition, facing the mountains. May the five continents of the Red Flag be displayed in unison... He sang as he walked, the lyrics were clear, high-pitched and exciting, and he had a special momentum.

That situation, that momentum, not like on the road, not like on the stage, but like really in the forest sea snow field, and he seems to be a revolutionary general commanding thousands of troops and horses, and what he is holding in his hand is obviously not a sweeping tool, but a combat weapon spear. Cleaners in such a state of mind, the first time I saw. Such an early morning, such a cold day, a lot of people are still warm at home, even if the work is mostly in a warm environment, he gets up early, very hard, in such a harsh environment, but it is so arrogant, it is too rare.

At this time, when the winter was the coldest, the cold was compelling, and I actually stood and listened, not willing to move my feet, and my feet were almost frozen and numb. Only when he was far away did he leave. Remembering his singing, I remembered another thing in my heart.

Roads are built in the living area. I listen to the "kowtow machine" clicking and clicking all day and night. Once out, just as a tractor was pulling material, I quickly flashed to the side of the road and waited for it to pass. But I saw a large bouquet of bright red roses behind the car, vibrating abruptly with the rhythm of the car, like dancing, swaying left and right, swaying and swaying. Isn't that true? Why is there still flowers on this pulling cart? How this flower can withstand such a bump, strange. I rubbed my eyes hard, and looked more closely, and there was, and I ran a few steps, and I saw that it was a bunch of plastic, but it was very vivid and vivid under the sand. Only to see that the flower was on the tailgate, and the flower pole was fixed, which showed that it was with the car every day. I was secretly surprised in my heart, this is also too romantic, right? The man who drove the tractor, who was about forty years old, looked at the beard, the dusty face, and the clothes on his clothes were full of sand and dirt building materials, and there were few clean places. Is this the owner of that rose? Curious, I would go downstairs as if I had consciously or unconsciously paid attention to the people at work.

When I went out with my daughter on the weekend afternoon, I met a mixer working on the side of the road, and the road was full of sand, gravel, cement, etc., and many people were busy around. I didn't dare to rush past, so I pulled my daughter to stand aside and wait. At this time, I saw a person who looked like a leader on the side raise his arm and shouted, "Quick, stop!" The machine suddenly stopped. I couldn't help but wonder what was happening. The man turned his head and shouted at us, "Quick, let these two beautiful women go first!" I suddenly realized, and a wave of emotion in my heart passed through like an electric current. I pulled my daughter and quickly jumped and ran over, and he shouted, "Be careful under your feet, don't trip!" There was still a smile on his face. I was moved, shouted thanks and ran back to see, it turned out that he was the person who drove the tractor to pull the material, what is his relationship with the flowers on the tractor? I don't know, and it's not easy to ask, but I already know that underneath that rough-looking, bold-tongued exterior is a fiery and sincere heart.

Thinking of the rough appearance of the construction worker, but with a contrasting poetic inner show of the mind, I can't help but think of a story. After world war II, Germany was defeated and in ruins, and American sociologists observed the field and found that every family had flowers, so he said that such a nation would certainly be revitalized. Any nation that is in such a difficult situation has not forgotten its love of beauty, and they will certainly be able to rebuild their homes on the ruins.

From this, I think of the smile of the little girl who was buried for two days after the Wenchuan earthquake and the news of the "reader on the ruins", as well as the inspirational story of the Peking University security counterattack to be admitted to Peking University, as long as there is a self-motivated heart, no matter how difficult the environment, no matter how difficult the life, can not stop the enthusiastic and persistent hope and yearning.

What a wonderful state of mind to work hard and be happy. Life is short, no matter what life is, a positive and optimistic attitude is required. We have to keep learning and adjusting ourselves. Like them, full of confidence, with the simplest pleasures, and full of fun in the ordinary life, that is what it should be.

About author:Wang Cuiyu, net name Xiaoqiao Liushui, member of Zibo Writers Association, Zibo Young Writers Association. His works have appeared in newspapers and periodicals such as Zibo Evening News and Oriental Prose.

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