Labor Day Poetry 1 May Day Ode
Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,
Began to form a long layer of green.
On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,
There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers.
The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea,
Deserts and uninhabited Gobi
Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit.
In order to make the town near the desert have night lights,
In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
In order to build the motherland,
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
From barren land to noisy streets,
From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,
Check it carefully,
Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...
This is the Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to one's own workers
The truest hymn!
Labor Day Poetry 2 Labor Day
There are a thousand joys in my heart.
There are ten thousand kinds of joys in the morning.
Because today is the glory of workers.
The morning light echoed with ten thousand kinds of joy.
There are 100,000 pairs of eyes shining with Xia Hong.
Because today is the achievement of workers.
There are 100,000 pairs of eyes shining with Xia Hong.
There are millions of tall buildings standing proudly in the sun.
Because today is a special festival.
There are millions of tall buildings standing proudly in the sun.
There are thousands of streets meditating in the sun.
Because today is the workers' day.
Today is the workers' day.
Let the laborer's festival rotate with the wind.
Today is the workers' day.
Let laborers' festivals be as gentle and graceful as Xia Yun.
May 1 Day 3 Labor Day Poems in Praise of Laborers
The wheat straw in April has not withered,
The glory of May has arrived.
With your own sweat,
In this season,
Made * * * and the most beautiful scenery in China.
You are a seed on the vast land,
Scattered in wasteland, desert, river and lake.
You use your shaking body,
Rough big hands,
Pull the long river of history forward.
You are the screw of industrial civilization,
Rails extending from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
Towering drilling rigs in the Tarim desert,
It is an extension of your wisdom and strength.
You are as ordinary as dust,
But silently.
Created one miracle after another.
because of you
The world is becoming more and more beautiful.
Facing the morning sun in May,
I want to sing laborer,
To create this most beautiful song of laborers,
It echoes in every corner of the world.
Labor Day Poems 4 Songs of Labor
I work, I sing.
Sing a cheerful song loudly
Put the weight on your shoulders.
Leg and foot fatigue
Have been temporarily forgotten.
I work, I sing.
Humming an affectionate melody
Take the soul out of the body experience
For yourself, for the same kind.
dissolute
I work, I sing.
Let effort and sadness
Inequality and anger
Run around the world
heart-stirring
Open up a happy and beautiful future.
The Five Most Beautiful Laborers in Labor Day Poems
Shovel, hopper, scaffold
Knock, roll, and bear everything silently.
Cement, mortar, hollow brick
Wet, dry, hard, criss-crossing
Witness with sweat
Work day and night
Raise the brick wall
After building a beautiful landscape,
The thin shadow disappeared quietly.
Workshop worker
Roll up the lush sleeves and weave the rainbow skillfully.
Add luster to the world, but
The harvest is very small, and thick cocoons accumulate.
Years write vicissitudes on your face.
Worried, he returned to the countryside.
Driving that old cow
Bow like a rainbow
sanitation worker
Wave a hand and sweep away the fish white in the East.
Empty the bucket, fill the car and carry away the nest of mosquitoes and flies.
Wave to wipe the dust off the street.
Refresh every corner of automobile exhaust.
Wave off the western glow.
Dragging a long shadow, covered with dust.
Go home and take fatigue to sleep.
Six Labor Songs in Labor Day Poems
Standing on the head of Red May
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
suddenly
The sonorous song of labor sounded.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The sound of birds falling on trees
A hot morning
cannot help doing
Sunshine, rain, dew and spring breeze push the flower of civilization in this city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
The beautiful scenery is under the dancing notes.
Singing the song of labor happily
The song of labor brings the good news of spring sowing and the hope of Xia Yun.
Let the earth be full of poetry, and let the autumn touch the picture.
The song of labor can never be sung, and the fruit keeps arching from the ground like a note, which is delicious and sweet.