I have a pair of laborers' hands.
Hands! I have a pair of laborers' hands.
A pair of pliers' hands
Tighten the screws of life
Hands! My hands are covered with cocoons.
In the mixing of reinforcement and concrete
Hone the courage to survive.
Hands! The left hand was eaten by the machine with its thumb,
Index finger in an operation
-Break it. Maintain blood
My hand was broken by a hammer, bright red labor flower!
Hands squeezed by pliers, a layer of labor value!
The hand was swallowed by electricity and burned by electricity countless times!
The hand was caught in the steel bar and branded with its thread!
Do you smell it? The smell of formaldehyde!
Do you smell it? Rot of paint!
Do you smell it? Sweat with nosebleeds!
Do you smell it? Wet bottom smell!
I really don't believe-
With a vise in his left hand
Poetry with sweat in his right hand
I really don't believe-
Sweat all over.
But a poem broke out in my heart
It is the motherland that needs you.
But you can't bear your personal fate.
When life is too painful for you to choose.
You must make your hands work.
Early in the morning-I heard a song on the construction site.
In the morning, the cement ground is squeezed in the sun, which looks very kind!
I hear singing at the construction site! The song we are going to sing! The song of the laborers!
I hear pliers singing! Its high-spirited singing, its crisp melody on the guillotine!
I heard the song of the wrench, which sang a unique style and opened the torrent of life!
Electricity is singing, it turns on the switch of life, the red survival carrier. Run! Run!
The song of steel bars is a rare high-pitched word I have heard. It sighed and sang the sky high!
There are helmets singing in every corner of the construction site. They are like accompanying stars, dancing with labor!
Sing! Screws sing and rivets sing. Their firm and lasting ending-ah!
Jump on the jar. There was a song of piling, ramming and ramming. Powerful-the song of the construction site!
Young and old builders, open your voices. Ah-
Masons, steel workers, electricians, carpenters, decorators. Throw away your arm.
Swing a sledgehammer with great momentum! Magnificent! Magnificent!
Say it! Say it! Say it! Labor songs. Ah! Loud and powerful