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.