Song of labor on may 1 ST
Standing in front of the Red May, going deep among the laborers,
Feel the jumping notes in the sun;
Inadvertently, it dripped down and touched the silent fruit forest;
In the silent land,
Suddenly, a strong song of labor sounded,
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers;
Echo between blue sky and white clouds;
The trees are full of birds,
On the morning when the red is hanging,
I can't help it!
Sunshine, rain and dew, spring breeze
Promote the flower of civilization in the city,
Urge the fruits of rural labor;
Full of beautiful scenery, under the dancing notes,
Singing the song of labor happily.
Song of the laborer
What kind of spring day is this?
On the banks of the Beijiang River where flowers are flying in May, on the edge of the blue waves flowing eastward.
Hard-working newcomers sow spring poems and reap green hopes.
The long assembly line is the vine of poetry.
What festival is this?
Between the bright smiles of this spring flower, in front of this picturesque time.
Conscientious and cutting-edge, fighting in the red youth-charming in the fire of passion.
The hurried footsteps are the symbolic point of this song.
With this beautiful poem, this broadcast will say goodbye to everyone! See you next week.