You wake the morning glow,
It is you who make this city beautiful.
Are you tired from work?
Are you lonely with a broom?
Dust, fallen leaves, dustbins
Is this your favorite time?
Is sandstorm the first spring breeze you touch?
The last rainstorm before the autumn leaves fly?
How much snow did you drive away in the cold weather?
I asked about the blue concrete,
It is most willing to be close to your busy rubber shoes.
I asked Xiao Bai about the advertisement,
Its companion has been injured at your hands.
In hot and cold summer,
You should stick to the target.
This city needs you!
Arctic county
City glory messenger
I saw the dense crowd in the city.
Those who work hard are the people we love most.
The courier is flying on a bicycle.
The water bearer sang "Two Butterflies" on the tricycle.
Construction workers are sweating like rain.
……
They are the glorious messengers of this city.
Pay unlimited labor and hardship for this city.
I gradually heard a voice:
Labor is glorious, and serving the people is noble.
It comes from our hearts.
The soul of the white man
Arctic county