Migrant workers (group poems)

1, just sad

I am a coolie in front of a high-temperature furnace.

Sweat soaked the towel.

Maybe in a previous life.

Maybe I owe you this life.

The ancients once warned

Ask yourself.

Come on, have you tried?

Don't blame the cruelty of reality

Don't blame the boss for being mean.

Don't blame the wind

Don't blame the rain

Because migrant workers also have successful people.

No matter how hard and tired you are.

Blame it.

You have only yourself to blame.

I am a coolie in front of a high-temperature furnace.

Being shirtless can't stop sweating.

Even if helpless

Still have to bite the bullet.

The most painful back pain

Liquid often blurs the eyes.

snappish

It's sweat

And tears

Ding Younian is on the tenth day of the sixth lunar month.

Step 2: Listen.

Too many words.

As soon as I get to my mouth

But I don't know where to sue.

It's so touching.

Unable to fulfill the promise

Sincerity instantly turned into hypocrisy.

It's so embarrassing

I'm afraid you will misunderstand.

It turned out to be just the normal state in the field of communication.

Life has dreams.

Filariasis in July

Cicada is busy telling the leaves.

Hot, hot

The leaves are facing the heat wave.

Helpless bowed his head.

A bird passed through the shade of the tree.

I'm also afraid of hot feelings.

Only the wind told the grass enthusiastically.

Would rather stop.

I don't want to interrupt the cicada.

Ding younian lunar calendar June 20

Step 3 release the spring breeze

Yes/yes

The king's paradise can find dreams.

Yes/yes

Yan Ziyun has a low wind and clear air.

Yes/yes

Good luck, love, win-win career

A sigh of looking back

Let the wind meet the rain

Cold wind and bitter water

So I soaked it all my life.

Work in tears at high temperature

Proved my incompetence most of the time.

Shame on old friends and literary friends

Why hold your head high?

Dead wood is still blowing in the spring breeze.

Have you ever had intimate friends in your life?

Nine times out of ten, the world is unhappy.

Why do beautiful scenery always belong to others?

Frost, snow and rain occupy most of your life.

The world is as cold as ever.

I've been down and out all my life.

Don't complain about this life.

Being bothered by God alone.

Ding Younian Lunar June 25th

4. there is nothing wrong

Life here

Had a good time.

The sunshine here

Still bright and beautiful

The birds here

Crying on the branch

People here

Leave many regrets

Ruoda workshop

Stick to it alone forever.

Not to mention not paying social security for more than three years.

Don't mention illness, don't dare to be hospitalized.

Not to mention the sinister human storm.

Not to mention the world is cold and indifferent.

Excellent start

The old and the weak stay.

Three, six, nine and so on. But still distinguish

Who suffered?

Who asked for it?

Doing dirty and tired work that no one wants to do.

In the case of overlord.

That meager salary

Do things honestly, be honest.

Honor of excellent employees' work performance

But it is often out of reach.

Ordinary workers with integrity and selflessness

It's over. This is just my job.

Who has met the boss and executives?

Will be friends with a coolie.

year after year

Month after month.

Day after day

Because it's a private boss

Cold-burning fee

Heating without cooling fee

Giving is the charity of others.

Don't give others their own reasons.

What a cruel man

Live in a mansion and drive a luxury car.

Take advantage of the huge profits given by the policy

It is to cancel all the benefits of workers for no reason.

See you in the hot summer.

High temperature for more than ten days in a row

Intensified the life of purgatory

Bake in front of a stove over 530 degrees.

Move, drag, rise, rise, set

Sweat like rain, tears blurred.

Six or seven processes

Complete a furnace

The working hour quota is less than 30 yuan.

Let sweat accompany breathing.

Beat every helpless thought

Maybe not hard enough.

Only for the sadness of the boss.

Maybe I enjoyed myself too much in my last life.

This life is doomed to suffer.

Maybe it's a pious language to Buddha.

I put every day's pain

Consider it a test of life.

Ding Younian's Sixth Sense of Leaping Moon in June

Editor's comment:

Migrant workers, a group of migrant workers who work overtime but get the minimum wage, are engaged in the most tiring work. Under the high temperature, none of their clothes are dry, which makes people sad; Commitment becomes a lie, sincerity becomes perfunctory, July is full of fire, and only the wind is listening to cicadas; The temptation of the city is irresistible. For a beautiful dream, we have to work at high temperature with tears in our eyes. Life here is also expected to be wonderful, but we still have no choice but to continue to struggle and suffer from the poverty line. In order to survive and get a better education for our children, we have to work non-stop, with ultra-long and ultra-high working hours and intensity. We can't have a normal rest and entertainment like urban residents, sweating, blurred eyes, holding the minimum wage under the overlord clause and getting different pay for equal work. Frost-leaf layman's article makes people sigh, how I hope the bright sunshine shines in this dark corner, how I hope the warm spring breeze blows to this forgotten place! Recommend appreciation!