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Uh: You should have finished writing it, right? 10 years to the present.

There are so many inconspicuous things in our lives, and sometimes they seem so small in people's sight that people don't seem to feel their presence. And these inconspicuous things are often closely related to people's lives.

Street lamps, standing on both sides of the street, year after year for people silently dedicated, add brilliant colors to our lives, it does not ask for anything in return, it seems that it is so ordinary, but it has a different greatness in the ordinary. During the day, tired people rested beside it; A group of elementary school students relied on it to read books with relish; The mischievous kitten sleeps at its feet; Whatever the reason, it has no complaints. When night falls, the street lamp radiates its brilliant light again, pointing the way to those who walk at night.

Speaking of street lights, a familiar face comes to mind again - traffic police. Although the traffic police are an ordinary post, they shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting people's lives.

Last year, my mother and I went to Xining, and when we passed by the road, a figure clearly appeared in front of me - a traffic policeman. On that day, the weather was unusually cold, and the people who traveled were wearing thick cotton clothes and large scarves, but the police uncle who was standing on the traffic command platform was only wearing a thin traffic police uniform, and he was orderly directing the traffic coming and going. His face and hands were almost red, with a smile on his face, and there was no trace of complaint and helplessness in his smile, only responsibility for his work.

Looking at it, a sense of admiration arose in my heart.

Whether it is a street lamp or a traffic policeman, they all have the spirit of silent dedication and hard work. Isn't the greatness of their ordinariness something we should learn from?

praised the selfless character of the street lamp's silent dedication. Indeed, street lamps are simple and ordinary, not as colorful as colored lights and neon lights, but they can only play a decorative role, while street lamps can remove danger and bring light to people.

I've always thought that the festival lights and the colorful neon lights are the most dazzling of all the lights. After reading the article "Street Lights", I changed my opinion.

The article is not long, mainly about the street lamps in the alleys and on the side of the road, which are not flashy, very ordinary, but silently bring light to people who walk at night.

The lamp is a symbol of light, and the street lamp is a symbol of selflessness.

In life, there are many people with the spirit of our lamp, such as sanitation workers, firefighters, construction workers, etc., who silently contribute to the construction of the motherland in ordinary positions. The sanitation work gets up early and works greedily every day, and their hard work and sweat are exchanged for the cleanliness of the streets and the cleanliness of the city. No one asks for their names, no one appreciates them, and no one praises them.

Sanitation workers are not like celebrities who show their faces and show their style, but their hard work can be seen on the clean streets, and when people walk on the street, who would think of simple sanitation workers? No, sanitation workers are like selfless street lamps, silently dedicating their youth, sweeping the streets, and picking up garbage, all of which are their duties. The street lamp in the dark night, as the text says, "It does not compete with the sun, but silently dedicates everything to itself."

Although it does not play a decorative role like neon signs, street lights can remove danger and bring light, bright lights symbolize street lights, and private symbols.

Praise the street lamp for its silent dedication to private character. And no matter how small and insignificant its power is, it's still giving its part.

Street tree, an admirable and common name. It was planted on the pavement, hence the name.

Street trees are great and ordinary. It is true that the street tree has made a great contribution to environmental protection: it shields us from dust, so that the dust will not "fly and fall" from time to time, so that we will not walk and walk, and when we look up, we will find that our heads are full of scattered "snowflakes"; He shields us from the sun so that we are no longer disturbed by ultraviolet rays; It also provides us with noise protection, and data shows that as long as the noise exceeds 20 decibels, it will be ** or absorbed into the leaves.

However, the biggest enemy that street trees can eliminate is car exhaust pollution. Even the kindergarten children know that whenever a car passes by, the exhaust gas (carbon dioxide) emitted by the tree is inhaled, but the oxygen emitted is for humans to breathe, and the noise of the car is also dispersed and absorbed by the tree.

There are many more functions of trees, such as:

Protect your eyesight, prevent mudslides, increase your riverbed, prevent sandstorms, prevent floods, and more.

Next to the overpass on Baima South Road, there are many tall and lush mango trees, lined up neatly and neatly, like a company of soldiers waiting for the parade. The leaves of the mango tree are bright in color: spring = light red, late spring = tender green, summer = light green, late summer = turquoise, early autumn = dark green, late autumn = withered yellow.

The mango tree is not only fragrant with flowers, the fruits can be eaten, and the leaves are also colorful, which is eye-catching, and has become a unique scenery in my Fuzhou.

There are also trees such as Wuyi Road with big shade, ancient camphor trees that do not attract insects, and ancient banyan trees that are evergreen at Dongjiekou are all witnesses of our Fuzhou history.

Cleaners work day and night, just like street trees, because with the joint efforts of cleaners and their assistants Street trees, we will make our Fuzhou, our homes cleaner and more beautiful.

We human beings cannot lose to trees, but we must work hard to learn the spirit of the tree and study hard to become national talents. Trees are dedicated to serving humanity, and we must also contribute to science and society.

Street tree, you are great and ordinary, worthy of our learning.

You can take a look at my answer for this person, maybe it will be helpful to you, because I can't write two articles on the same topic myself.

We are a column of street lamps, standing in the dust of the city.

We don't have gorgeous clothes, our only decoration is a body of smoke and dust, but we don't complain about the injustice of the world, we have no regrets, because this fate makes us choose for ourselves, otherwise, we don't have to shine in the dark, we don't have to stand proudly on the side of the road in the wind and snow, we are willing to be a row of street lamps here. It has been said that the cause of the Divine is always painful, but we think that it is only this pain that gives us depth.

When night falls, we work and shine light. And we are in the silence, in the darkness, in the loneliness of not being understood, and we still shine light, illuminating the direction of the night walk for the people who walk, bringing warmth to the homeless, and illuminating the night for the whole city.

In the evening, there may be people from the evening shift hurrying home to meet the light, or some people are talking and laughing for a walk. Yes, that's when we're most proud.

Standing in the dust of the city, we are a row of street lamps without gorgeous clothes, but we are a row of happy street lamps.

I am a street tree, standing in the smoke and dust, under the hazy sky. Observe life from the perspective of a tree.

I just kept standing in the same position for a long time, standing. Like a perpetual motion machine, tireless. Every day, facing the raging exhaust fumes, the flying dust, the hurried crowd shuttling between the steel and concrete, and the sky on the top of the rows of high-rise buildings, watching it be dismembered little by little by the high-rise buildings, and the fragments are scattered everywhere, becoming small and ugly.

An inexplicable sorrow flowed through my body, like a drop of water on an iceberg in the veins of a leaf, freezing my blood. Shivering with cold.

I found that this was my life, and that the seasons were always as calm as water, without a trace of waves. And he is like a frog sitting at the bottom of a well, unable to escape the well that traps him. I suddenly felt a little envious of my companions, the street trees that stood proudly on the Champs-Élysées with their heads held high.

They can soak up the bright sun, breathe fresh air, and carry very light and light loads ......And I, on the other hand, will always be in the dreary and gloomy--- whether it is the dark night or the bright day, forever and forever ......

It's helpless. But I will never escape this sober pain, forever wandering in the dim light, never knowing how terrible eternity is, and never being able to change the length of life. All I could do was to be an insignificant embellishment in the city, silently absorbing carbon dioxide in the smoke and dust, trying in vain to retain this faint freshness.

Perhaps, this is the arrangement of fate. No one can escape.

Time flew by, and before it could blink, it was already gone. My emerald green, gilded with a layer of gold, shivered in the sparse autumn wind, forced to smile in the harsh sun, and then fell with the wind, sacrificing the leaves of a tree for the swirling beauty. I don't think I can escape this bondage, this loneliness, this bitterness.

Smile. In the face of fate, there is nothing I can do. If you don't explode in silence, you can only die in silence, and I think I chose the latter. When the lights were shining, the boundless loneliness hit me like a tsunami, overwhelming me and suffocating me.

However, I don't think I regret it. Because that's my life. It became an immutable number the moment God brought me into the world.

I should face it with a smile and let the sun melt away all my sorrows, make me happy when I see a child greedily breathing in the fresh air, and let me rejoice in the extraordinary in the ordinary. Chase back the happy time that passed without looking back, continue that beautiful and simple imagination, and then make my thousandth and first wish, imagining it flying to heaven with wings.

I am a street tree, standing on the side of the road and swaying in the wind. I firmly believed that the sun would rise again tomorrow by this time, and I smiled brightest in the dust. Actively welcome the unknown day in the breeze. I am such a tree.

I am a wild cat living in a city with tall buildings.

My parents said I shouldn't live here, and I didn't understand it until I was older, and although it was a little late, I know it now better than anyone else. I often imagine that maybe my home was once in a wealthy human family. But now I'm here, in the eyes of men, and that is undoubtedly depraved.

My kind must be having fun, all crying out in the crowd of so-called pet food and toys. And me? My coat color is not pretty, there is no noble blood, as you can see, I am ordinary.

Yes, my birth and appearance were arranged, and in this world of tall buildings, wanderers are just ignored and ridiculed. But you don't have to sympathize with me, because wandering is also my own choice—otherwise I wouldn't have to forage for food alone in my last dignity, and I wouldn't have to go out of my way to avoid the crowd all the time. Stubbornness always brings pain, but I'm willing to bear the consequences.

When others teasingly threw down the food, the faces around them became distorted, and they were all full of deceitful smiles. And I'm in my own world, in my own final battlefield. But I struggled to stand until one day I found someone willing to walk with me, and I would heal my wounds—no matter how deep they were, and I would be strong enough to forget.

If it can't be smoothed, I'll cover it up.

At this time, maybe he will find the good in my usual appearance, and then appreciate me and remember me, and this is my happiest moment. Yes, maybe there won't be this person, but I'll still live on my own will.

Enjoying the dinner of my own efforts is the most comfortable time for me, and my efforts bring me infinite fulfillment, which reminds me of my mother's hug. I said goodbye to the comfortable life of the family I've always loved dearly – but I never regretted it.

In the world of glitter, I am a lone wild cat.

You can write from a tree to think of its role, such as making oxygen to make furniture, notebook, write out its spirit of selfless dedication. Just string together a string of ideas.

Question 1: 隅 (yú).

Vertigny (xuàn).

陋 (lòu).

Haze (mái).

Question 2: Advent (coming).

A corner (a lamp).

Dazzling (dazzling envy of the land eye).

Show off

Mind (mind).

Aspire (desire) 3 questions: both.

Also. However. But the group of locust. Even though. Also. Still.

Question 4: An open-minded collapsing friend.

Noble sentiments.

Selfless character.

Question 5: Icing on the cake: Add a small embroidery on top of the brocade forging. It's better to describe.

Charcoal in the snow: Give charcoal to people on snowy days to keep warm. The metaphor is to give material or spiritual help to others when they are in dire need.

Question 6: A selfless teacher.

Unknown cleaners.

The cuckoo singing with blood.

A hard-working mother.