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2. What are the beautiful articles about garden workers?
There are many ordinary and unknown gardeners in our community. We can often see them busy in the community, and we care for flowers and plants as carefully as loving mothers care for their children. When holly and other low shrubs grow thick, gardeners are afraid that the erosion of pests will destroy the growth of green leaves and branches of trees, so they will prune some young leaves and old branches of trees. This can supply nutrients to trees more intensively, meet the needs of tree growth, and pests have nowhere to hide. In summer, the grass grows green and is very lush. At this time, many weeds also ran out, but it was these ordinary gardeners who pulled out these annoying weeds one by one in the scorching sun and wearing thick gloves. In order to make the grass grow neatly and beautifully, they picked up the lawn mower and trimmed the grass neatly, regardless of the sweat dripping from their heads. Sometimes, the grass, flowers and trees are dying: the grass is yellow, the flowers are like frosted eggplant, and the trees are all dead leaves, or these hardworking gardeners use sprinklers to add delicious milk to the flowers and trees, making the community full of vitality. Strolling in the lush and flowery parks, we often see such scenes: gardeners are pruning flowers and trees, flat lawns, spherical holly, sparse roses, uneven peaches and plums ... At the same time, we will also see natural poplars, swaying weeping willows, tall and straight bamboo and dark green cedar ... We will see the beauty of pruning and nature. The trimming is beautiful, and the free stretching is also beautiful. It is these serious and responsible garden workers who decorate our community with their hard sweat, so that every guest who comes to our community can't help but give a thumbs up: "The scenery in this community is really beautiful!"
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3. Poems praising the garden
"Jun to gusu, the somebody else all pillow jiang. There are few idle places in the Forbidden City, and there are many small bridges in the water lane. " -Du Xunhe, a poet in the Tang Dynasty
Holding a secluded mountain, it is actually between cities. (Su Song Shunqin's Canglang Pavilion)
Human nature lives in the city, and I am suspicious in the mountains. (Yuan, "The Scene of Lion Grove")
No mercy to people, there are mountains and forests in the city. (Wen Mingzhi's My Humble Administrator's Garden)
I don't know that there are mountains and forests in the city, and Xie Gongshan Valley should be blameless. (Song "Autumn Visit to Zhou Huaiyun Pavilion". Huaiyunge is now the northern half garden of Suzhou)
Cutting off the west of the city, seclusion is definitely like a wild family. (10,000 "Rethinking Jiang's Art Garden")
Who said that today is not what it used to be, we know that there are mountains and forests in the city. (Qing Qianlong's "The Sentence of Lion Grove")
Where can laymen find high marks? There are mountains and forests in the city. (Journey to the Lion Grove by Wang Qing Geng Yan)
4. There are poems praising forestry workers.
Respect-forestry workers
Home in the forest
In the distant forest,
There is always a warm home.
Deep in the white clouds,
In the lonely forest,
There is always a warm place.
Stay on the grass beside the forest,
The wild peony you guarded.
Wild lily,
I drive.
What kind of wild flowers are in full bloom now?
Uncle and aunt of forestry workers
Do you never miss your hometown?
Yes, I will!
Although I sometimes miss my hometown,
But you can't go back.
Because!
We have a more arduous and glorious task.
Guard the big forest!
5. There are poems praising forestry workers.
The sound didn't stop, the lights didn't go out, the walls stood, and I stood at the bottom of the pit. Who came out of the mud and didn't get it? I'm covered in mud. You see, the water gun and mud pump are my weapons, and they are crazy. There is only mud opposite me. The sun is not easy to understand here. The river stinks and it's boring. Even if it doesn't stink occasionally, or it doesn't stink that much, the citizens' faces are a huge blank, especially when they are face to face. How difficult it is for rich people to buy insurance? Press the button and fly around here. Money, luck and strength are all useful here. It's no use complaining. The fence is too high, full of dirt and pain. I feel nervous every day, and the grass in the center and around the square is full of flowers. I don't know who to show it to. Just like us, we need to sprinkle water. At this time, we cheated at the window of the train station. Second brother just pried open his door. Third brother got married years ago and gave birth to a black child. Fourth brother lost the last ten dollars in the brick house over there. Brother Wu was kicked out by the security guard and spat at them from a distance. Brother Liu's salary has been in arrears for several months (this is useless, an honest man who sighs)? They drink at night ... there is no tomorrow, the streets are getting wider and brighter, the suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and there is also despair. The supermarket is full of shelves, but when you turn away, a good day in a dark corner is like a cold wind. The hot pursuit wind will work for 365 days a year, and the second sister won't cry. Although her finger has just been run over by a machine, Third Sister can read and write. So what? The fourth sister followed a rich man, and the youngest sister's life was not bad. Let's not talk about it. One is standing across the street, and she doesn't know what to do. The other one has long since disappeared. Here, only Sun is not so rude. Between the dormitory and the factory building, only rain and snow are not so cruel. Between the ruins and the construction site, some people sang songs on TV, kept laughing, laughing and laughing, and others clapped their hands and laughed. It seems interesting ... but we have to live anyway. It's not surprising that this winter will be so cold, just like our hometown, the abandoned endless land ... hammers, dark horses and hammers never understand tenderness. It tells itself that once a good metal is hit, it is hidden in the hardest stone. Sweat splashes, and a clenched heart pierces the sunshine and becomes endless singing in life. The most beautiful language in hammer life ... "A machine is old, Hao Maojun. When it gets old, it won't listen. It will treat us with a temper that we are not used to, but it is innocent, just like my grandfather, who is deaf and paralyzed. The anger in his eyes burned everyone, as if everything was our fault. His silence is actually a bigger confrontation. My father and I have been feeding carefully for a long time. His food and confidence in life: it's not that the older the machine itself, the more exciting it is, but that we have doubts about our habits. A machine will eventually grow old, including you and my body. Calm down and think about it. No one wants a machine to break down. Even if we don't need it and leave it intact, our mood will be calm and comfortable. My grandfather is a thing of the past, and occasionally lives in a centrifuge in some of my memories. Why betray the rope? It has been ignored by the frequency converter. It suddenly emits a series of gases, just like a person laughing a few times, and then becomes an idle lazy person. I suspect that this is a sinister guy. I doubt it knows politics. Now its shell is hot and there are signs of fever. The electrician stayed up all night with a frown, red eyes and a measuring instrument in his hand. He yawned cautiously and fell into the chair. He closed the switch and pulled it down. Close it, pull it down, blink your eyes and say happily, "I'm going to sleep." "There must be another accomplice in the centrifuge. The whole production line is out of order. It is silent. No one dares to look down upon it now. It cuts a piece of time like a leader chewing a piece of black bread and a steel symphony (option 9). Wu felt the tragic symphony of steel, but it was not bleak. Two breezes blew poetry from all directions. I heard the sound of steel As a steel rolling worker, I am connected with the symphony of steel every day. Five take root and sprout like grass. This land is like a cloud embracing the blue sky. Although nothing grows here, Liugang is one of the1300 million parts of a huge picture. I also shoulder this burden, enjoy this spur, and encourage Qigang to melt the sadness. Ninety-one arms are woven by steel into an eternal memory. Blood spilled on the steel, and charming melody flew out. They are the most moving parts of the steel symphony. When I think of these people who are disabled and sacrificed at work, my poems will burst into tears, such as the note 1 1. I am close to the blue sky on steel, because of the height of steel, I miss the memories on steel. Because of the hardships and long road of 5,000 years, my father gave everything for steel. I took over my father's position from a distant country. Steel is my father's glory. Milestone I crossed into another century with solid steps-integrated into the symphony of steel, a kind of strength, a kind of grandeur, a kind of noise and a kind of brilliance.
6. Poems praising the green chemical industry
Because they are hardworking gardeners.
Yes-a beautician in the city.
They are beautiful messengers in the sun.
If we sing a song.
Then-I'll sing a song, the gardener's song.
Because they comb the lawn by hand.
Water the flowers with sweat
They are pioneers of a better life.
Why do tourists shuttle on the Hutu wall today?
Why is Hutubi laughing and singing now?
Western regions, a small town in the north.
Why does it attract countless guests?
In addition to the beautiful landscape created by nature.
And those hand-painted and pleasing scenery.
Look, the yellow one is elm.
Purple is purple plum.
The red one is Ling Xiao, and the green one is peace.
Clusters of blooming Chinese rose flowers
Is it a flower, a leaf or a fire?
Beautiful scenery stretches everywhere.
Poetic, poetic?
The sun is full of green grass.
Colorful, birds fly by.
The shadows of trees are swaying in the moonlight,
Flowers and plants are fragrant and tourists are like boats.
Who makes us feel peaceful?
Who makes us happy?
We asked the grass
Ask the tree, ask the flower.
The grass is silent, the tree is silent, and the flower is silent.
We looked out in the sun.
who is it? -Under the scorching sun
Endure the heat and water the green with sweat.
We asked in the moonlight, who is it-
Take care of flowers and plants and repair water pipes.
Working day and night in the storm
who is it? It is an eagle.
Try to spread your wings?
The strong wind will blow down the trees.
But it has been scraping the gardener's bones.
The downpour will destroy the flowers.
It can't destroy the physique of landscape workers.
They are tanned and have no complaints.
Because the earth is painted green.
They lost weight and have no regrets.
Because the barren land has become so rich
They can turn decay into magic.
Turn desolation into prosperity
They are very skilled.
Draw a blank sheet of paper with the latest and most beautiful colors.
They are skilled craftsmen.
One morning, I went for a walk.
I met an elder in Century Park.
The collision of the local accent evoked his inner story.
I lived here twenty years ago.
at that time
People only pay attention to development, but ignore the construction of the environment.
A beautiful city is full of rubbish.
Sewage poured out muddy canal water.
Who did you tell when you sobbed?
Dye the beach, anger is hard to calm, and give me my true colors.
The autumn wind rolls boundless fallen leaves.
How many people became passers-by in this hurry?
Well, that's it.
I trace back to that old town.
My heart is full of loss.
But I firmly believe that development and civilization can never be separated.
If it is a pearl, it will shine.
Faced with this situation, I want to speak out loud.
7. Poems praising the garden
"Jun to gusu, the somebody else all pillow jiang.
There are few idle places in the Forbidden City, and there are many small bridges in water lanes. "-Du Xunhe, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, held a secluded mountain in his arms.
(Su Song Shunqin "Canglang Pavilion") Humanity I live in the city, and I am suspicious in the mountains. I have no pity for people. I believe there are mountains and forests in the city.
(Wen Mingzhi's My Humble Administrator's Garden) I don't know that there are mountains in the city, and Xie Gongshan Valley should be blameless. (Song "Autumn Visit to Zhou Huaiyun Pavilion".
Huaiyunge (now the northern half garden of Suzhou) is isolated from the west of the city, and its seclusion is definitely like a wild home. (10,000 "Jiang Jiayi Garden Rethinking") Who said that today is not the same as before, we can see that there are mountains and forests in the city.
(Qing Qianlong's "The Sentence of the Lion Forest") Where can the laity find the high traces? There are mountains in the city. (Wang Qing Geng Yan's trip to the Lion Forest).