The wind blows, the rain falls, the leaves fall and the broom rises.

I don’t know her, but she looks familiar. I call her aunt. Every time I come home from work, I always meet her. Her smiling face is like a sugar, which will be sweet to your heart; Her kind greetings are more like a flower, which makes you realize a different kind of beauty.

She doesn’t talk much and always devotes herself to sweeping away fallen leaves and paper scraps… Sometimes she bends down and picks out the gum residue pasted on the floor tiles with her fingers, and sometimes looks up at the blue sky and the green leaves on the trees. Tired, he sat cross legged under the tree to rest for a while. When he was thirsty, he picked up the kettle and gulped.

Talking with her, I learned that she suffered from cervical spondylosis and hypertension… When talking about these, she seemed a little indifferent. He told me with a smile: “children, young people, pay more attention to your health and don’t pay too much attention to wealth. Health is the greatest wealth.”

I asked her why she wanted to be a cleaner. She looked at me hesitantly, turned to a knowing smile, stretched out her hand, patted me on the shoulder and said, “it’s better to support my family or exercise. This job, which doesn’t look elegant, has gained both material wealth and spiritual sustenance for me.”

Her words sound like a trickle, moistening the heart. Her words are more like a good meal with rich nutrition.

She stood up, looked up at the blue sky, pointed her finger at the top of the tree and said, “when the bark turns green, it is awakening, when the branches sprout, it is spring, and when the leaves turn yellow, it is autumn. If you can’t find the time, you might as well look at the leaves and it will tell you.”

She asked me to sit on the stone pier with her and talk to me. She said, “when sweeping the floor, I always take time to look up at the leaves. It is the leaves that remind me of the blue sky, the stars and hope.”

Aunt’s words are suitable for chewing and thinking. She put down her body and avoided secular eyes. An ordinary job enriched her life and made her realize the way of ordinary people doing everything.

In case of wind and rain, the road is full of messy leaves, paper scraps and sundries… Someone persuaded her to clean it after the rain stops and the wind stops. She smiled back and said, “thank you. It’s time to let people walk in a clean and tidy street and go home with a good mood.” With that, I kept waving my broom. I only heard the rustling sound of sweeping the floor, which kept ringing in my ears, and intersected with the sound of rain and wind into a touching song.

In the street she is responsible for, there are many pedestrians, trees, birds and garbage, but in her eyes, it is just a labor. She said that she likes sunny days best. Sunny days produce less garbage, and cleaning is not laborious and time-consuming. After sweeping, she sat on the stone pier under the tree, looked up at the leaves on the tree, the sky at the top of the tree, the clouds in the sky, and then remained silent.

The wind rises, autumn approaches, and the leaves fall one after another. She held the broom in her hand, stood under the tree and looked up at the leaves falling with the wind. In her heart, the falling leaves are like a child far away from her mother, leaving her house. She didn’t clean the fallen leaves in time, but picked them up and held them in the palm of her hand, sometimes looking at the leaves and sometimes looking at the trees. One, two… As autumn gets deeper and deeper, more and more leaves fall, and finally there are only dozens that can be counted. I asked her jokingly, “aunt, you have to clean the leaves every day. Why not shake them vigorously and shake them all down, so as not to clean them every day?”

She glanced at me and said emotionally, “why don’t you let the leaves hold the tree mother more?”

What a poetic answer, but it makes me blush. Yes, leaves know it’s hard to leave, but so are plants, not to mention us? At that moment, I thought that when we were carrying our bags and leaving, my mother held our hands and kept telling us, but I hugged my mother in my arms for a while and said goodbye to my mother with tears in my eyes. The scene of leaves leaving the tree is so similar to the scene of us leaving our relatives.

I looked at my aunt with adoring eyes, but she looked at me like a leaf. I know, I am that leaf, she regarded me as her child.

I looked up at the last leaf that was still struggling with the wind at the top of the tree, and then at the mother like her in front of me, like a lump in my throat. She seemed to see my mind and asked me to look at the last leaf of the branch. In the afterglow of the sunset, I am a leaf and she is a tree.

The wind is still, the rain stops, the leaves fall and the broom stops. I picked up the leaves and handed them to my aunt, but she put them in her pocket.

The wind blows, the rain falls, the leaves fall and the broom rises.

I don’t know her, but she looks familiar. I call her aunt. Every time I come home from work, I always meet her. Her smiling face is like a sugar, which will be sweet to your heart; Her kind greetings are more like a flower, which makes you realize a different kind of beauty.

She doesn’t talk much and always devotes herself to sweeping away fallen leaves and paper scraps… Sometimes she bends down and picks out the gum residue pasted on the floor tiles with her fingers, and sometimes looks up at the blue sky and the green leaves on the trees. Tired, he sat cross legged under the tree to rest for a while. When he was thirsty, he picked up the kettle and gulped.

Talking with her, I learned that she suffered from cervical spondylosis and hypertension… When talking about these, she seemed a little indifferent. He told me with a smile: “children, young people, pay more attention to your health and don’t pay too much attention to wealth. Health is the greatest wealth.”

I asked her why she wanted to be a cleaner. She looked at me hesitantly, turned to a knowing smile, stretched out her hand, patted me on the shoulder and said, “it’s better to support my family or exercise. This job, which doesn’t look elegant, has gained both material wealth and spiritual sustenance for me.”

Her words sound like a trickle, moistening the heart. Her words are more like a good meal with rich nutrition.

She stood up, looked up at the blue sky, pointed her finger at the top of the tree and said, “when the bark turns green, it is awakening, when the branches sprout, it is spring, and when the leaves turn yellow, it is autumn. If you can’t find the time, you might as well look at the leaves and it will tell you.”

She asked me to sit on the stone pier with her and talk to me. She said, “when sweeping the floor, I always take time to look up at the leaves. It is the leaves that remind me of the blue sky, the stars and hope.”

Aunt’s words are suitable for chewing and thinking. She put down her body and avoided secular eyes. An ordinary job enriched her life and made her realize the way of ordinary people doing everything.

In case of wind and rain, the road is full of messy leaves, paper scraps and sundries… Someone persuaded her to clean it after the rain stops and the wind stops. She smiled back and said, “thank you. It’s time to let people walk in a clean and tidy street and go home with a good mood.” With that, I kept waving my broom. I only heard the rustling sound of sweeping the floor, which kept ringing in my ears, and intersected with the sound of rain and wind into a touching song.

In the street she is responsible for, there are many pedestrians, trees, birds and garbage, but in her eyes, it is just a labor. She said that she likes sunny days best. Sunny days produce less garbage, and cleaning is not laborious and time-consuming. After sweeping, she sat on the stone pier under the tree, looked up at the leaves on the tree, the sky at the top of the tree, the clouds in the sky, and then remained silent.

The wind rises, autumn approaches, and the leaves fall one after another. She held the broom in her hand, stood under the tree and looked up at the leaves falling with the wind. In her heart, the falling leaves are like a child far away from her mother, leaving her house. She didn’t clean the fallen leaves in time, but picked them up and held them in the palm of her hand, sometimes looking at the leaves and sometimes looking at the trees. One, two… As autumn gets deeper and deeper, more and more leaves fall, and finally there are only dozens that can be counted. I asked her jokingly, “aunt, you have to clean the leaves every day. Why not shake them vigorously and shake them all down, so as not to clean them every day?”

She glanced at me and said emotionally, “why don’t you let the leaves hold the tree mother more?”

What a poetic answer, but it makes me blush. Yes, leaves know it’s hard to leave, but so are plants, not to mention us? At that moment, I thought that when we were carrying our bags and leaving, my mother held our hands and kept telling us, but I hugged my mother in my arms for a while and said goodbye to my mother with tears in my eyes. The scene of leaves leaving the tree is so similar to the scene of us leaving our relatives.

I looked at my aunt with adoring eyes, but she looked at me like a leaf. I know, I am that leaf, she regarded me as her child.

I looked up at the last leaf that was still struggling with the wind at the top of the tree, and then at the mother like her in front of me, like a lump in my throat. She seemed to see my mind and asked me to look at the last leaf of the branch. In the afterglow of the sunset, I am a leaf and she is a tree.

The wind is still, the rain stops, the leaves fall and the broom stops. I picked up the leaves and handed them to my aunt, but she put them in her pocket.