Our simple wish
It is endless labor.
It is to make labor a virtue and a craft.
hand down from generation to generation
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
This goes deep into the tradition and habit of bone marrow.
As pure as a father's face.
This is irresistible.
Day after day
year after year
We held the field carefully in our hands.
On the heart
In the countryside, in four songs,
Labor is our way to maturity.
Now happiness begins with simple labor.
From all angles of the fields and the countryside
Surround us from all directions.
Love work
Our tired bodies are pure.
Praise labor day
How much eye weight?
Side by side
Amber's Gougoukankan
People's hearts are full of potholes.
Keep your back straight and keep your balance.
This number is far and near in the days.
Gradually, between your legs.
The roads in the village are flat.
Reflecting the surprised mouth of the god of fate
college diploma
Red is printed in miniature.
All three daughters came back gracefully.
Cataract cloud
Move in the air
A few drops of autumn rain passed through the hall.
Read the night sky in the distance
My wife still collapsed on the kang.
Look at the future of the day through the curtains.
Thirty years old
A hand that has only learned for three years.
Take out the damn horizontal batch
Touch the lintel of the moon
Those laughter.
Prepare for the wind of the god of wealth
Still browsing in the years.
Trying to explain the historical background of an era
day of commemoration
Don't ask me where I come from.
Perhaps, every corner of the country
And don't ask where my feelings have gone.
Maybe, just serving the people.
We are very small.
Small, a little unwilling to be remembered.
However, small things are dazzling.
Like pearls on the beach.
Can't help but make people shine.
May is a sunny season.
May Day is a memorable day.
Our youth dedication character
Like a fragrant airflow.
Injected into every cause, the fragrance is overflowing.
We used to sweat.
We are indifferent to fame and fortune.
We used to love our jobs.
We worked hard.
All this is so worthwhile and valuable.
We can't be engraved one by one.
We can't be envied one by one.
Don't ask me why.
Perhaps, just to be lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai.
Don't ask me where I'm going
Maybe, it turned into nails, sweat and chalk.
Wuyi song
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 their own workers
The truest hymn!
Labor is glorious.
When the steam turbine sings in the center of the ocean
Dear, the night is thick.
Drink a glass of moonlight in your sleep.
Listen to the snoring gradually open.
Take off your dirty work clothes, in the blue music.
Forget yesterday's sadness
Relive the good memories of Rainy Lane.
Eyes under the oiled paper umbrella, shiny, shiny.
How many times, the evening breeze blows lovers' shoulders.
We chase the sun on the stars.
Youth shines here, and years flow here.
Labor is glorious, and we grow together with the motherland in labor.