In our small town, everyone knows Mr. Zhang, the street cleaner. His job is ________, and not many people think about the man behind the broom (扫帚).

Mr. Zhang has been sweeping our ________ for as long as I can remember. He starts before the sun rises and doesn’t stop until every leaf and piece of trash is gone. Most of us are still sleeping ________ he works.

On that morning, I was walking to school. I noticed the cold ________ made Mr. Zhang shiver (抖) as he worked. I remembered the _______ my grandma had given me—a warm, colorful piece of wool that smelled like home. Without a second thought, I ran back home and took the scarf. Rushing to Mr. Zhang, I wrapped (围紧) the scarf around ________ neck. “This is for you,” I said, “to keep you warm.” Mr. Zhang’s eyes widened ________. No one had ever given him such a gift. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

From that day on, Mr. Zhang wore the scarf every day. And every time he did, he ________. This news spread in the neighborhood. People started greeting Mr. Zhang, bringing him hot drinks, and ________ him for his hard work.

The scarf was more than just a gift; it was a reminder that everyone in our town has a story and deserves (应得) kindness. We should thank a man who had always been there, ________ making our lives better.