忘不了那一天，酷热难当，汗如雨下，烘臭弥漫一路；忘不了那一天，天昏地暗，狂风暴雨，雨水浸湿大地；忘不了，那个我敬佩的身影。
I can't forget that day, it was scorching hot, sweating profusely, and filled with a foul smell all the way; I can't forget that day, when the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the rain soaked the earth; I can't forget that figure that I admire.
去年仲夏的一天中午，炎炎烈日炙烤着大地。我们小区的清洁工正拿着扫帚，清扫着被风吹落的树叶、塑料袋……各种垃圾堆积在一起，空气中弥漫着阵阵刺鼻熏人的臭味，人们掩鼻而行，唯恐避之不及。
One midsummer afternoon last year, the scorching sun was scorching the earth. Our community's cleaners are holding brooms, sweeping away fallen leaves, plastic bags, and other garbage piled up together. The air is filled with pungent odors, and people cover their noses to avoid them.
唯有他，一声不吭，大豆般的汗水顺着满是褶皱的脸颊流淌，汗水落在地上，砸出一朵一朵黑色的小圆花。他的手黝黑、苍老瘦削、骨骼突出，却十分有力地挥动着扫帚。打扫完毕，那些发臭的垃圾也一同被拉走，他的手上全是污垢，却好像浑然不知，身后，不见垃圾，但闻花香。
Only he remained silent, with soybean like sweat flowing down his wrinkled cheeks. The sweat fell to the ground, shattering small black round flowers one by one. His hands were dark, aged and thin, with prominent bones, but he swung the broom very vigorously. After cleaning up, the smelly garbage was also taken away. His hands were covered in dirt, but he seemed completely unaware. Behind him, there was no garbage, but he smelled the fragrance of flowers.
六月的天，娃娃的脸，说变就变。狂风暴雨，天昏地暗，雨水浸湿大地。空荡的小区的通道上，唯有他还在忙碌。虽然穿了雨衣，但浑浊的雨水依然溅湿了他的裤腿。
On a June day, the face of a doll changes at will. Storms and gales make the sky dim and the earth dark. Rainwater soaks the earth. On the empty passage of the community, only he is still busy. Although he was wearing a raincoat, the murky rain still splashed his pants legs.
雨水模糊了他的眼，一不小心他摔倒了，之后缓缓爬起，任凭风吹雨打，他仍默默清扫着垃圾，清理着排水口。他行走的这一方灰白的世界，仿佛是一幅水墨画。
The rain blurred his eyes, and he accidentally fell. Then he slowly got up, and despite the wind and rain, he silently cleaned up the garbage and the drainage outlet. The gray and white world he walked in seemed like an ink painting.
我疑惑，他难道不累吗？他一定是累的！尽管很累，他仍拖着疲惫的身子，不停歇，眼神中透露出一股坚定。身后，条条通道没有杂物，雨水污水畅通无阻地奔向排水口。人们出入小区，不再担心会“水漫金山”……
I wonder, isn't he tired? He must be tired! Despite being exhausted, he still dragged his tired body without stopping, with a determination in his eyes. Behind, there are no debris in the channels, and rainwater and sewage flow smoothly towards the drainage outlet. People entering and leaving residential areas no longer worry about 'flooding the golden mountains'
是他，烈日之下，风雨之中，一身平凡的装束，一双勤劳的手，换来了清新的环境。
It was him, under the scorching sun and in the midst of wind and rain, dressed in ordinary attire and with diligent hands, who brought in a fresh environment.
平凡的人，平凡的事，但恰恰就是这平凡让我心生悸动，向他致敬！
Ordinary people, ordinary things, but it is precisely this ordinariness that makes my heart skip a beat. Salute to him!