Poetry on the construction site

1, how dashing and heroic they are in overalls, and how charming they are when they forget to work. They are called the flowers of railway construction, which hold up half the sky and are a beautiful landscape. A drop of water won't dry up until it melts into the sea. A flower will be more colorful only if it follows the spring. Brave architectural girl, you gave up the dream of the city and came to a foreign land. You decorate your homes all over the world like a beautiful mountain flower. You firmly believe that working talents are beautiful and will always be there.

When you enter the real construction site, it is completely different from the beautiful scenery you see in front of you. There is a lot of dust on the construction site. As soon as the car passed, the dust raised came to my face.

Along the way, my face turned gray like a layer of powder.

After the rain, the dust disappeared, but mud covered the whole road.

It is a true portrayal of the builders of the construction site that the sunny days are covered with dust and the rainy days are covered with mud.

3. I will use this mountain as manuscript paper, yellowed drawings as pens, sweat as ink, and darkness will flow down my cheeks to write poems about this vast building. I will eulogize the seeds of feelings in my poetry collection.

My collection of poems will eventually be published, published in the unknown life of strangers and published in the hopeful hearts of workers.

Construction workers waved pickaxes polished by life, knocked out countless images, and combined long poems into a city of reinforced concrete.