前些天,镇政府下令,无论在哪一个角落里张贴的各种广告单、宣传单等等,统统都要清除干净。那天,一位身穿制服的清洁工老阿姨弯着腰,手在装有水的桶里摸索着,拿出一把黑乎乎的刷子,吃力地站了起来。她提着桶缓慢地走到最后一张纸前面,或许因为这是这儿的最后一张了,她露出了满意的笑容。她轻轻地放下桶,举起右手正准备要撕下去的时候,她的身子突然往墙面靠近了些。她的笑容顿时凝注了, A few days ago, the town government ordered that no matter in which corner posted a variety of bill of sale, leaflets, etc., all should be removed. On that day, an aunt in uniform, a cleaver, bent over her hand and groping in a bucket of water, took a dark brush and struggled to stand up. She walked slowly in front of the last piece of paper with a bucket, perhaps because it was the last one here, and she showed a satisfying smile. When she gently lowered the bucket, raised her right hand and was about to tear it, her body suddenly came closer to the wall. Her smile suddenly condensed,