Poems with big hands and small hands

Early in the morning,

You are on your way to work in a hurry,

Thousands of lights,

Your figure is still flashing.

Whether it's windy or rainy,

Whether it is hot or cold,

Every street in the city,

Everyone has a familiar background.

In the face of hawkers who occupy the road,

You are always full of pain and trouble.

With you,

Advertisements like psoriasis are gone,

With you,

"Triangle Garden" reveals her girlish appearance,

With you,

"Xincheng Road" and "T-junction"

These narrow streets have widened.

In the face of cold eyes, insults and threats,

Your promise hasn't changed,

Your steps are firm,

Your back is still there!

I can't help shouting:

Ah! Urban management,

You're not afraid of danger,

Bleeding and sweating.

How many holidays,

How many sundays,

You gave up being with your family.

Snowflakes are flying, the ground is frozen and the weather is cold.

Lunch box is your holiday meal!

For who?

In order to clean up this town

-Our city's

Beautiful, harmonious and standardized,

You have no regrets and are willing to protect the ordinary.

Your mind is full of rivers!

Note: The place names in the text can be compiled according to your local conditions.