Poems praising workers and employees

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. (Han Yu's Whose Son)

What a lovely lock in the bright mirror in the high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night. (Li Bai's "Into the Wine")

When I am in the dark, I am afraid that I will cry more. (Dai Duan's Memory of Mother)

My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. (Gao Shi's "Night Walk")

The sun is like an arrow that makes people old, and the sun and moon are like teenagers. (Gao Ming "Pipa". China teaches women ")

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)

Everyone wants to be smart when adopting a son, and I have been delayed by being smart all my life. I only hope that this child is honest and honest, and there is no disaster and no difficulty in reaching the public.

(Su Shi's "Children's Play") ............................................................................................................................................................?