Wearing not luxuriant orange or green vest, there is card of a piece of rectangle before the bosom, this, be rubbish classification volunteer. They have a blazing heart, the life that is us silently, neat beautification that is whole town environment is contributing his force.
身穿着并不华丽的橙色或绿色背心，胸前带着一张长方形卡片，这，正是垃圾分类志愿者。他们拥有一颗炽热的心，默默地为我们的生活、为整个城市环境的整洁美化贡献着自己的力量。
“ I go to school. ” my fling develops below ground a place of strategic importance last breakfast, go to plastic paper throw at will in ash-bin, grab satchel, carry a rubbish bag to be gone to run quickly downstairs. Run to ash-bin by, firm preparation is thrown at will when going to school rapidly, a severe sound rings suddenly from backside: “ ! ” companion runs as the person use the wind since the belt, a grey-haired old person seizes rubbish bag “ from inside my hand ” goes, open carefully break up with the hand, pointing to the watermelon skin last night a ground is opposite one word I say: “ this is wet rubbish, how be also put in dry rubbish? Still have, the one by one of dry, wet rubbish that this ……” uncle begins a lump in rubbish bag is apart, and teach rubbish classification should be accomplished after me, I can listen patiently only. “ is good, remember next time rubbish wants to classify! ” old person just said, I gallop toward public transportation platform in the past. Regrettablly, a regular bus just sails from, I have some of chafe, however can helpless watch sb go away is worn it is far go.
“我上学去了。”我急冲冲地塞下最后一口早饭，把塑料纸往垃圾桶里随意一扔，抓起书包，拎起垃圾袋就往楼下奔去。跑到垃圾桶旁，刚准备随意一扔赶紧上学时，一个严厉的声音从背后猛地响起：“等一下！”伴随着人跑动带起的风，一位白发苍苍的老人从我手中把垃圾袋“夺”去，仔细打开用手翻了翻，指着一块昨晚的西瓜皮一字一句地对我说：“这是湿垃圾，怎么也放到干垃圾里去了？还有，这个……”老伯开始把垃圾袋里混在一起的干、湿垃圾逐一分开，并且教导我以后垃圾分类要做到位，我只能耐心听着。“好了，记住下次垃圾要分类啊！”老人刚说完，我就往公交站台飞奔过去。可惜，一辆班车刚刚驶离，我有些气恼，却只能无奈地目送着它远去。
Pass setbacks one time, I reached the school eventually, although I am left,drive right drive, go to school or was late. Just stepped a classroom, that sharp vision conceals classmaster none the ground looks to my …… one morning, my mood how terrible was appeared. Good arrived not easily midday, broadcast begins daily propaganda, as it happens undertakes “ rubbish classifies ” today the conduct propaganda of this one theme. Eating lunch, listening to announcer to abound explain in detail, float reveals him to become the setting that volunteer composition is rejected by passerby before, think of here, be opposite in the heart the allergy of that volunteer uncle is little in the morning a few minutes. After all everybody should do rubbish classification work, not only beautification the environment that we live, the mainest is to reduce pollution, resource conservation, benefit descendants, with one action of true it may be said is much.
经过一番周折，我终于到了学校，尽管我左赶右赶，上学还是迟到了。刚踏入教室，班主任那严厉的目光便毫不掩饰地看向我……一上午，我的心情糟糕透了。好不容易到了中午，广播开始每日的宣传活动，今天正好进行“垃圾分类”这一主题的宣传。吃着午饭，听着播音员丰富详尽的讲解，眼前浮现出自己做志愿者作文被路人拒绝的场景，想到这儿，心中对早上那位志愿者老伯的反感少了几分。毕竟垃圾分类工作是每个人应该做的，不仅美化了我们生活的环境，最主要的是减少污染，节约资源，造福子孙后代，真可谓一举多得。
When classes are over afternoon, I and classmate an accompany comes home. Return a village, still see that uncle is checking a bag to discard at will however the rubbish in roadside, see he sticks the napkin of full sewage one piece from the winkle in bag only. Although I leave very far, ased if to smell from inside gentle breeze however napkin sends out those who come out is effluvial. Uncle just shakes his head however, put napkin into dry ash-bin inside. Follow the character that he had sent mildew from the winkle in rubbish bag again, I already couldn't bear go watching this one scene. But uncle puts his however aside, continue to turning over …… seriously again his full head white hair is soaked by sweat place already, stick on forehead. Eventually, my suddenly be enlightened, understood him hold the reason that defends that belief, compunctious affection emerged mind.
等到下午放学，我与同学一起结伴回家。回到小区，却仍旧看到那位老伯正在检查一袋随意丢弃在路边的垃圾，只见他从袋中挑出一张粘满脏水的餐巾纸。虽然我离得很远，却仿佛从微风中闻到了餐巾纸散发出来的恶臭。老伯却只是摇了摇头，将餐巾纸放进干垃圾桶内。接着他又从垃圾袋中挑出一根已经发了霉的骨头，我已不忍去看这一情景。但老伯却将其放在一边，又继续认真翻着……他的满头白发早已被汗水所浸湿，贴在额头上。终于，我恍然大悟，明白了他执守那份信念的原因，内疚之情一下涌上了心头。
Be, why not does conversion think? The rubbish that how many person is willing to go to a family with the hand again is collected come out to had been divided kind? Be the people that those our have not in the life notice, with oneself both hands, serving silently for us. It is rubbish classification not just, each corner beside us has them arduous paid figure.
是啊，为何不换位思考一下呢？又有多少人愿意用手去把人家的垃圾捡出来分好类呢？正是生活中那些我们未曾注意的人们，用自己的双手，默默为我们服务着。不仅仅是垃圾分类，我们身边的每一个角落都有他们辛勤付出的身影。
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It is fine afternoon, I am staring at the computer screen before seriously, filling in data. “ bang! ” light clap attacks carriage return to bolt, look at the clew that the success acknowledges on screen, I am spat gently at a heat. Eventually, the rubbish that I also am a glory classifies a volunteer!
又是一个晴朗的下午，我认真地盯着眼前的电脑屏幕，填写着资料。“啪！”轻轻敲击回车键，看着屏幕上确认成功的提示，我轻轻吐出一口气。终于，我也是一名光荣的垃圾分类志愿者了！(文/张屹洲)