A few acres of farmland is difficult, so it is required to patrol the cape as a migrant worker. Being alone in a foreign land is not a guest, and I miss my relatives twice during the festive season.
Endure the heat, resist the severe winter, and fight the mosquitoes in the wind and food. There are thousands of new buildings, and the village houses are not afraid of the wind.
Si Jia ke Lao Nong Work (Heshui Zuo)
The old man left his hometown to raise his baby, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. Build a high house every day to endure the cold and heat, and stay in a shack at night to endure the biting.
Save money, quit smoking and drink tea, and earn money to pay tuition. Looking at my hometown, I can see where I am, but I can't see my home around me.
Partridge Sky Farmer Construction Worker (Heshui Zuo) (China Poetry 20 15-04)
High-rise buildings are at the beginning, and there are many melancholy evenings. My son is eight years old when he is away from school in a foreign land, and his father who stays away is sixty years old.
Urbanization, making contributions, shouldering difficulties, taking risks and being afraid of wages. Medical social security is not covered, because it is a rural farmer.
Partridge day female worker (Heshui Zuo) Poems by China (20 15-04), 33 pages.
Village girls are unwilling to grow rice and hemp, and they are full of ambitions to travel around the world. The export of embroidered clothes shows talent, and colorful clouds float around the world.
In Europe, America, Australia, Asia, Africa and Latin America, the brand has been well received by merchants. Always leading innovation and pushing new products, wearing big flowers on stage every year.
Zhegutian Migrant Worker Creative (Heshui Zuo)
I can't stand living a poor life in a poor country and running around as a worker. I worked as a monitor in the workshop for half a year and took up a new post by correspondence for three years.
Attack the market, operate skillfully, and set up a business to sweep the army. Jincheng gaozhai is prepared for danger in times of peace, and the visiting mother is a citizen when she returns to China.
Quail day? Youth Work (Heshui Zuo)
Covering her tears, she dropped out of school and wandered several times before she got the money. When the sun sets, it is as tired as frost. Reading in the middle of the night is spring.
Don't forget me, dreamer, you can get rid of poverty from hatred. When shall I go back to the village?
-China's Poetry 20 14- 1 1.
◎ "Song of wage earners" (text/Fiona Fang Wan Li)
Dark spots.
Shake the dream bell of hope
Cover up half the sky and shout for your hometown:
South, south ...
The clouds drifted south with thunderous thunder.
Say hello to the crops
Use those old farm tools
And that hardworking old cow.
Farewell to hometown, land and family.
We go to work far away.
Wheat straw, straw growing on barren soil
Has been unable to support our dream of Changfeng
Bloody men, loud women
Who wants to stay in their hometown, live and die?
Wrapped in wind and thunder, the moon closes and flowers are ashamed.
We shake the other side of the sky.
Bathed in subtropical sunshine.
Hope is as lush as a banana forest.
Play suffering and poor harvest with your fingers.
At the same time, it will go north in the form of a draft.
Draw a circle of yesterday's dream, part of it.
◎ "How long will I stay in Guangdong" (Wan Li, Fiona Fang)
We entered the working class from the countryside.
Is the loess face deleted from today?
The whole city facing cement
We are sunny.
Sunshine and rain, we see the morning dew first.
It brings the salty sweat.
We are rare: facing the sea, spring blossoms.
We hope: facing home, flowers bloom and fall.
My brother is still facing the sky.
Doing the same business as Batman
My sister has her back to the lamp.
Facing the assembly line, it is fleeting.
I also see people from one city working in another city.
Lived in Guangdong for several years.
I stayed for five years, and I'm afraid I'll stay for 10 years.
The story of spring has been sung.
We entered the hinterland of the city like swallows.
Infuse Guangdong's blood with youth
Flowing through its heart like the Pearl River.
The exchange of youth for Cheng Guangdong is like the exchange of blood.
City. This capitalist is cute and hateful.
I entered the besieged city with a besieged city in my hand.
How far are the rights of urban residents from us?
I live in Qiaotou Kaida City.
Arrived in the city briefly and triumphantly.
This is my imagination.
◎ "Shower Reminds People" (Wan Li, Fiona Fang)
Beads of sweat, in the workshop
The ebb and flow of this century
A willow tree slipped under the eyebrows.
Eyelashes can't stop, two dry wells
Can't catch cold water.
When the waterfall pours down
I have a water lotus mountain or Guo Huashan in my mind.
Two water curtain cave, with showers.
Don't have a hole in the sky, at least there are grandchildren.
In the blink of an eye, the rain stopped.
Two baths, three baths.
Is bathing less carbon and more environmentally friendly?
China and Beijing separated by water.
In the water, I am my country and king.
According to the philosophy of besieged city, wash the truth clean.
Cool, don't hide evil and accept evil.
When the shower is removed, the flood will be released.
Removing the nipple will kill people.
Tearing China Taiwan Province Province and the mainland tears and blood.
Tearing people apart will tear unrest.
……
"Out of Grain" (Text/Fiona Fang Wan Li)
Squeeze grain from the eye of a needle
The years are sewn in the clothes cart.
The word most related to money.
The least smelly copper.
The simplest emotions of human beings are revealed.
Because of labor, sweat is as full as wheat.
Pay sweat
Harvest grain
Grain production is to turn sweat into grain.
Wages are also exchanged for food to fill the stomach.
All people who love labor are human beings.
Get food from the people during the day and at night.
Renminbi, the people make it brilliant.
The devil will shame it.
◎ Running away from home (text/Li) fished the red preserved eggs laid by the chicken out of the iron pot and packed them together in the mother's nagging all night.
The carriage jolted over the gap in the mountain.
My father shouted with the smell of earth and walked twenty miles with a whip. The dirt road was hidden in the morning light. My father is famous for his crops, but he has never done the work of sowing seeds on foreign land. He has a blank face, like a piece of two acres of barren land in Dongshantou. Two unrelated places met on a narrow ticket. A simple exit separated me from my father. I squeezed into two tracks. Go to a place where there are no cattle, sheep and grain, and meet the spring waiting there. At the moment, I am in a foreign land, in a foreign land. I carried heavy luggage on my back at the entrance, and I couldn't take a mouthful of authentic local accent. My eyes were once again cut by jagged buildings, and my feet wearing cloth shoes were at a loss. I was standing in the middle of the road with a stranger. In this city, I am neither a host nor a guest. The shed is lower than my mother's advice, like a shack where melon watchers stay in their hometown. More than 20 people, a humid and moldy night noise, is the life symbol of a city. Tonight, the straw mat under my snoring broke, revealing a yellow straw stalk. I took out one and put it under my nose, so close and so far from my hometown.
way
Two large iron pots have been cooked for ten months.
Severe cold cooling
A shovel is opposite the stove.
That was left by the chef.
He also left behind a group of vegetarians.
letter home
The weight of a piece of paper is equal to the weight of a mountain.
The length of a letter is equal to the length of a river
I hid in the corner.
With the help of foreign lights
Closer to home.
There is a sound of digging.
Someone asked me why.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The sky is round.
The moon is round.
Moon cakes are round.
Verbal blessing from the contractor
Holding the old man in his waist
They are all round.
Just me and moonlight.
Can't describe
salary
for money
The workmates are called Kong Fang brothers.
The contractor called him an ancestor.
The arrangement of generations has always been different.
Therefore, the wages payable have been delayed from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.
Still missing
It's like a bloodline left in a family tree
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