The man I admire is a white haired grandfather.
Speaking of him, I have no deep impression on him. In my eyes, he is just an old man over 60 years old. He never talks. I dont know his name yet. Every time I go to school and school, he cleans the street near my intersection, whether its windy or rainy.
It is this ordinary grandfather who tells the extraordinary truth. I still remember that day, the grandfather was still sweeping the street. I was walking on the road after school and saw my grandfather sweeping the street. Suddenly, my grandfather coughed. I hesitated for a moment and decided to help him, but he stood up by himself. I was afraid that my grandfather would fall ill, so I asked, "grandfather, why do you sweep the streets every day? Are you a sanitation worker?" he laughed and walked away. The next day, I asked him the same question. "Im not a sanitation worker," he said solemnly. "I sweep the streets because I want to contribute to society. The reason why I dont leave a name is that no one will remember what you did — except yourself! "I was silent, and I was proud to know such an old man. But for the next ten days, I didnt see my grandfather. After that, I knew he was dead.
Now, selfless dedication has become a "rare species.". We should learn from grandfathers quality — selfless dedication!
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