参加完休业式,已近中午,我拉着妈妈的手一起走出校门。一阵阵热浪扑面而来,火辣辣的太阳晒得我大汗淋漓。在街边的一个拐角处,忽然看见一位环卫工人,五、六十岁年纪,穿着一身褐色的粗布衣服,黑黝黝的脸上满布着皱纹。他拿着铁锹,正一锹一锹使劲地把垃圾装上车。烈日当空,他的 After attending the closing ceremony, almost noon, I took my mother’s hand out of school together. A wave of heat waves blowing, hot sun I am sweating. At a corner of the street, a sanitation worker was suddenly seen, aged in his fifties and sixties, wearing brown, coarse cloth, and his swarthy face was covered with wrinkles. He took the shovel and took a spade and a spade to put the garbage on the car. Hot sun, his