My name is a sorted trash can, a metal shell, and I love to stay on street corners, park trails or campuses. My brother has blue trash cans, yellow trash cans and red trash cans. The clothes we wear are different, and the garbage we eat is also very different. I am a blue trash bin and eat recyclable garbage, like cartons, plastic, etc.; a green trash bin, which specializes in kitchen waste, such as leftovers, peels, etc.; and a yellow trash bin that specializes in non-recyclable garbage, such as ceramics , Textiles, etc.; red trash cans specialize in eating harmful garbage, expired cosmetics, waste batteries, etc.

I don’t get used to it at work. Every garbage maker is passing by me. He always feeds me all kinds of “snacks” enthusiastically, and puts the waste in my mind into my stomach casually. It was messy, making my blue coat black, and my stomach turned over, and I stomped repeatedly.

is in a hurry, some red scarves are coming, everyone muttered a few words, came back later, first cleaned the dirt on my body, and then washed my body, I was completely new. I was happy, but the red scarves felt that they were not enough, and made a reminder beside me: Please take care of the trash can, and sort the trash into the trash.

The red scarf left happily. A man with a milk carton came over and was about to throw it. When he saw the prompt, he carefully dropped it into my body. The power of role models is endless. Later, more and more people followed the prompts, the streets became neat and tidy, and we ate every day according to quality and quantity.

Let's take action, sort out garbage, and make our homes more beautiful.