Poems on International Labor Day 1 Trees in Spring
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 the only way for us to mature.
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.
Inner peace
International Labor Day Poetry 2 to Pavers
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,
Scatter gravel on the road ...
Now, I understand,
You are small stones,
The road paved in the world is wide and long!
International Labor Day Poetry 3: Songs of Laborers
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
Poetry of International Labor Day 4 Songs of Laborers
The flowers in May are beautiful and fragrant.
The songs in May are crisp and loud.
The red flag in May is particularly bright.
The sun is particularly bright in May.
This kind of flower blooms all over the world.
This song resounds through the mountains and seas.
This red flag brightens the five-color skin.
This sunshine warms the chests of hundreds of millions of people.
Red May has given us dignity as human beings.
Red May gave us the strength to save the world.
Red May gave us the right to live.
Red May has given us lofty ideals.
We are the mainstay of the country.
We are the pillars of the country.
We are the only masters of the world.
We are the driving force of history.
We waved-the mountain bowed its head and gave way.
We stamp our feet-the river flows backwards.
We looked up-the blue sky gave the stars and the moon.
We bow down-the earth gives us treasures.
We have "created" one billionaire after another with blood and sweat.
We built heaven after heaven with our hands.
We are proud of May.
We are proud of our labor.
We are fearless for our ideals.
We sing for freedom.
Flowers in May, you bloom day and night.
We will always have sex and protect the gardener of flowers.
May's song, are you loud?
We will always be your neatest and grandest choir.
Red flag in May, flying high.
For generations, we have been your most loyal standard-bearers.
The sunshine in May shines forever.
According to working people all over the world-
Freedom, autonomy and self-reliance, and labor rights and interests are guaranteed.
Long live labor! Long live liberation!
International Labor Day Poetry 5 Singing Labor
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Singing labor
In this season when flowers wake up and willow branches dance.
I sang about an earthworm crawling under soft soil.
This peristalsis is the most beautiful dance.
It is related to the bending posture of farmers farming and sowing.
Beautiful fit, full of golden yellow of some soybeans.
Daoxiang has become a land full of water.
The most beautiful dance god
two
Singing labor
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 smoke rose 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.
three
Singing labor
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.
four
Singing labor
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.
five
Singing labor
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 face them-these sacred angels
How humble my weak poems are.
International Labor Day Poetry 6 Celebrating Labor Day
May Day is full of joy,
The whole country rejoiced.
Economic development dances in the east wind,
The grand blueprint spans time and space.
This industry is prosperous and emerging,
Comprehensive national strength has been comprehensively enhanced.
Friendship is open in all directions,
The working people are full of feelings.
Create a rainbow in history,
Two civilizations benefit people's livelihood.
Control science and technology, go forward bravely,
Longing for world peace forever.
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.
International Labor Day Poetry 8 Songs of Labor
Labor day is a workers' day.
Labor is a special pleasure.
Labor is as bright as colorful light.
Labor creates a thousand kinds of happiness.
Labor makes the machine turn quickly.
Labor makes everything work.
Labor sings a hymn for the festival
No matter what position you insist on.
How ordinary the position is.
All the work has created a new life.
Labor is the foundation of career.
Labor can be reborn.
Labor is the eternal melody of human beings.
Labor is the song of hard-working mind.
Workers are ordinary and great.
Ordinary greatness is broader.
Only happily put into study and labor.
Life will enjoy real happiness.
International Labor Day Poetry 9 Praise Labor Day.
Today is our festival.
Do you still have the pride of working people?
Don't say that capitalists support us.
We have made our hometown rich.
We are simple, we are kind.
We are brave and hardworking.
Labor is a glorious spirit.
There are only people.
Is the real creation of history.
Today is the day of liberation
Why don't you break the chains of slaves?
Don't be superstitious about any savior.
We long for truth.
For equality, for justice.
For the motherland, for the compatriots.
Labor is the essence of man.
Only the public.
Hold the red flag high.
Today is a solemn sentence.
You must fire at all reactionaries.
In order to establish harmony, we must eliminate differences.
We are masters and cannot be shaken.
Fight oppression and exploitation.
Fight corruption and bureaucracy.
Labor is the force of revolution.
Unity is only unity.
Only steel knives can eradicate evil.
Today is our birthday.
You must be proud of the workers.
People suffering all over the world unite.
Break through all cages with labor
Not afraid of hardship and sacrifice.
Not afraid of poverty or suffering.
Labor is the wealth of life.
Labor is just labor.
It is a magic weapon to pursue light.
Poetry of International Labor Day 10 Song of Laborers
A group of people shouted slogans.
Cross the streets of the ocean with fists in hand.
May Day clothing is deducted every year.
The rights and interests of the most glorious workers must be respected.
May Day is a holiday for workers all over the world.
This day condensed the storm of history.
This day continued the story of labor.
It was a burning red flag flying.
The banner of labor inspires people to move forward.
Labor is the driving force of historical progress.
From ancient times to the present, from east to west, from south to north