Chapter 1: Poem commemorating Labor Day 5 1 Modern poem "Labor Day Song"
A ridge like a mountain, bow your head
Plow and bow
The farmer's waist, bend down
Sweating profusely
In May, there is a solar wind.
There are bright green grass and laughter wrapped in festive red silk.
There is a quiet smoke in the kitchen.
Get up, get up.
When the city's pupils find a height.
Magnificence, an ancient square noun.
Being injected with hormones lengthens the body and grows irresistibly.
Crawling labor, climbing up.
Stand at the top, climb the flying object and climb the solar system.
In the splendor of Xinghan, indulge in fantasy.
I want to be naked in the Garden of Eden.
And a leaf. Think of stone hunting, think of human beings knocking out the first shining spark with flint.
Think about papermaking, the compass
Gunpowder and movable type printing
Newton was hit on the head by a falling apple.
Labor glory, labor
Create happiness, work
It is a kind of wisdom and happiness that God has given to mankind.
We stretch our tendons.
Let the spring breeze touch the fresh silk like a river.
Out of the swamp of poverty
Write with poetry and live a poetic life.
In a remote hometown village thousands of miles away.
I sing about my old country mother.
She doesn't know that one day in May is Mother's Day.
All I know is that the wisp of smoke rises early.
Then he hoed the ground and went to the field.
Let the dripping sweat overcome the desire for a bumper harvest
Looking at the wheat seedlings is like their lush daughter, growing up in green.
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In the dark and hard center of the earth 800 meters deep.
I sang a black miner's lamp.
Its flame is salty with sweat.
The mine disaster hardened those bones.
Countless hands of carbon black hold up another dawn.
At the moment, the warm sun rising in Ran Ran shines on the body.
Lighter than air and heavier than rock.
Every quiet or noisy street in the city
I sang a broom that danced leisurely.
It is silent, and its body is close to the earth.
Rub some rouge to make up for the city.
About the ordinary and the great
About humbleness and sublimity
Dancing broom, interpreted with beautiful dance.
In the white delivery room of a hospital next to me.
I sang every happy cry of the newborn baby.
It is loud and melodious, like a happy note.
Dancing on the tired sweat of the female nurse
I really want to dedicate the most beautiful poems to them.
Can you face them? These sacred angels
How humble my weak poems are.
Workers are working on Labor Day.
How happy it is to work.
The sun is so bright.
The trees in the sun are covered with green leaves.
The machine is running at full speed.
And sing hymns for the festival.
No matter what position you insist on.
How ordinary the position is.
You are all creating new lives.
In order to work better at rest
Work is for a better life.
This is the eternal melody of human beings.
It is also the song of the workers' hearts.
Ordinary workers are great.
Ordinary greatness is broader.
Only happily devote yourself to study and work.
Life will enjoy real happiness.
Chapter 2: Labor Day Poetry 5 1 Modern Poetry "Songs of Laborers (Three Songs)"
To the paver
When I was a child, I always thought:
Why are there so many roads in the world?
As many as fishing nets scattered in the river
Who raised them,
Let a lot of cars come and go on it
Today, I found you by the roadside.
Send away the vehicle with proud eyes,
Sprinkle gravel on the road?
Now, I understand,
You are small stones,
The road paved in the world is wide and long!
Country postal kiosk
Our remote mountain village
The first green postal kiosk was born.
The owner of the postal kiosk
Is a farmer who stood up from the soil.
It's the policy that makes us
Wake up in a misty mountain village
This is a message for us.
The dull mountain village opened the window lattice.
It is science that makes us.
The mountain village began to take off in the pace of snails.
Ignorance was swept into the garbage.
Knowledge brightens the eyes of getting rich?
Our remote mountain village
Finally, the first green postal kiosk was born.
The postal kiosk has taken root.
Go deep into the center of the mountain village
In order to destroy the desert left by our ancestors
Open up a green spring
Sketch of mountain pioneers
You are smiling.
Wipe the sweat off your eyebrows.
Your willingness to use steel
keep
A stone that won't melt in the hot sun.
A stone wall that cannot be broken by the wind.
Heavy rain can't penetrate the rock stratum.
through
You're with the rumbling crusher
Singing a happy song
Sing a song
The road to the distance
You laid the foundation for today.
You pave the way for tomorrow.
Keep the pain to yourself.
Leave a sweet path for others.
Wipe the sweat off your eyebrows.
You are smiling.
Chapter 3: Labor Day Commemorative Poem 5 1 Modern Poem "To Laborers"
The chain of life has changed my steps.
Inspired our desire to plow the fields and burn bricks.
Scaffolding and hanging tower
Continuously improve the happiness index of our workers.
At the same time, it also makes our living cost.
Roll forward like a snowball
We mixed sweat with cement for building.
Plug in the wings of imagination and the password of culture
Build the Great Wall of China.
Life needs us to survive and reproduce.
So, we put the rhythm of labor on the high-speed rail.
Put the color of labor
Attract to books and advertisements
Labor exhausted us.
We are on the podium.
In the writing room
In the light of the laboratory.
work
Labor is like a meshing gear.
Keep turning
We are in the hot sun.
Work in the deep well of a coal mine
We are like sunburned bark.
Like a dyed macaque.
And labor is like a train with no beginning and no end.
Rumble
Labor is also like a poem.
Row after row in front of our workers.
As mild as spring.