It is difficult to cut a mountain to open the way, but it is difficult to climb a mountain to broaden your horizons.
Even if men are unlucky, they will live a full life today.
labourer working on a public project
Leaving home with a heavy burden, the figure grows with the sun.
Even if the wind and frost are always on your face, there is still hope in your heart.
labourer working on a public project
How can I get busy in cold weather and summer? I met my parents several times in my dream.
After work, friends are getting drunk, and endless homesickness always bypasses the intestines.
Cement stevedore
A dusty man with a bow on his back, carrying the west and the east with his elbow holding his shoulder.
Tall buildings rise from the ground, and how much sweat is in them.
A migrant worker (new rhyme)
I can't bear to go back anywhere, and my home mortgage is frequently urged.
Sitting alone in the shed in the middle of the night, several cigarette butts fell to dust.
Eat instant noodles (Yun Xin)
Working day and night, if you want to cook well, you must not be idle.
Three meals of instant noodles are commonplace and have been with me for many years.
Record exercise books (new rhyme)
wormwood
The traces are not dry, and the words are bitter.
Scud slipped off in the workshop, and skinny shoulders were crushed by the load.
It's still early to eat hungry, and the work at the international point is still delayed.
How many past events condense the bottom of my heart, and it is difficult to write bitter tears on plain paper.
Young migrant workers
In order to take off the mountain village to replace the poor, it is doubly hard to work in the city.
Scared, I climbed onto the iron frame and sweated, rushing to grind clothes and dusty clothes.
My heart is full of dreams for my wife and children, and my hands are full of money.
Let him be cold, hot, windy and frosty, and he hasn't changed his mind.
Young migrant workers
Get out of the ravine, get rid of poverty and work hard in the city.
The shovel was sweating like rain, and the mud legs were covered with dust.
A few strands of homesickness sell spirit, midnight, missing relatives in my sleep.
Tonight, the moon shone through the shack again, and I was tired for many years.
Work tears
In order to get rid of poverty, it is bleak to leave home and make a living outside.
In the dim light, everyone is asleep, and I am still busy.
It's like a thin paper salary causing tears, and a heavy burden is even worse.
I was lonely several times at night, but I was heartbroken when I missed my loved ones.
Xue: A native of Linyi, Shandong Province, a migrant worker from the countryside. I have loved poetry since I was a child, and my works are based on personal experience, expressing the ups and downs of migrant workers. They are deeply loved by poetry lovers and are called "bosom friends of migrant workers". His representative works have been published in more than 200 poetry magazines and newspapers such as China Poetry, China Ci Fu, Star Poetry Magazine, Poetry Newspaper and Corps Daily.
Poetic view: I am willing to say what I think and love sincerely; I am willing to take a real pen to record every bit of my life. Be true to yourself and write poems.