It's all a wonderful song.
Hard working hands,
Like a lively and jumping note,
Polishing life with the rhythm of shining soul?
Lost history,
This is a fast-flowing river.
Lagging behind civilized labor,
It's labor,
Set off waves in the eventful years and bloom flowers.
Spring breeze,
Has spread all over the motherland.
The age of flowers is like a poem and a song.
Gorgeous Chinese dream,
Call on Chinese sons and daughters to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the sky.
Let's,
Carefully weaving and composing music with labor,
Dedicated to the world,
The Chinese dream is one song after another!
Labor Day Poetry Standing at the Head of Red May
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
Suddenly there was a strong song of labor.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
A morning full of trees and birds.
Can't help sunshine, rain and spring breeze.
Promote the flower of civilization in the city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
The beautiful scenery is under the dancing notes.
Singing the song of labor happily, the song of labor
Bring good news of spring sowing.
Take Xia Yun's hope.
Let poetry fill the earth.
Any point dyeing painting
The song of labor never dies.
As a note, it constantly arches from the ground.
Fruit is delicious and sweet.
Three songs of labor, I want you to see one.
Facing the huge labor force
In this place where I live every day.
I heard the laborers breathing loudly.
I'm talking about the kind of work that keeps increasing sweat.
increase lung capacity
And the kind of labor in which the limbs are constantly involved.
The first labor that mankind engaged in.
The kind of labor that history has always relied on.
The kind of work that makes us elegant step by step.
This kind of labor has been going on.
And more and more complex, more and more scientific content.
But what I want to say is the same as ore.
Black labor
Probably more primitive.
But it always happens in reality.
Sometimes you still need the labor of androgen.
Men and women at work
The kind of labor that loses gender differences.
A kind of labor that we must live by.
Next to the creaking machine.
The kind of job that whistles all the time.
There is no need to judge any pattern.
It can also make the personality of workers
The kind of work that bravely stood up.
I am in this noise every day.
What you see is the face of the laborer.
It's the faces of people who live here.
Is the face of the world here?
Maybe we need other faces.
For example, the beautiful face of a female star
The faces of beautiful female employees in banks, hotels, companies and governments in cities.
But I see more workers' faces still black.
It is because of labor that society remembers it.
Forgotten by society because of labor
Because of labor, they are regarded as an industry.
Develop into an economy
Create great wealth
Later it rose to politics.
And eventually become a great philosophy.
We built this country with labor.
And use it to establish the original goodness.
Establish the most complete merit in life.
When society develops,
The history of mankind is slowly moving forward.
We can always see the laborers' arms.
Protruding sliding muscle
Now the labor force has been refined into plutonium.
It has been converted into nuclear energy.
Into a force that pushes the rocket into space.
Or online.
Become an online shop full of intrigue.
But what I want to say is labor.
Still the most primitive labor.
When Neanderthals lit the initial fire,
At the end of the earliest civilization
Let's shine quietly
The shells came from the sea one by one.
Spring breeze and spring rain are blowing in Yuan Ye,
The vast land is full of beautiful flowers,
Another international labor day is coming.
I sing a heartfelt carol,
Singing about the great working class,
Sing about our great motherland.
Sunshine, rain, dew and spring breeze,
Pushing the flower of civilization in the city,
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
Full of beautiful scenery,
Under the fluttering notes
Singing the song of labor happily
Song of labor,
Bring good news of spring sowing,
Take Xia Yun's hope,
Let poetry fill the earth,
Ren touched the fruitful fruit.
Song of labor,
Sing forever, never fail,
Sonorous notes constantly emerge from the bottom of my heart,
Rich fruits are delicious, sweet and happy!
The banner of labor inspires people to move forward.
Our steps are magnificent,
On this great festival,
Please allow me to sing a song to celebrate May Day!
I wish you all a happy May Day!
Article 5 A laborer's labor day 1,
Play the game of account sets and numbers every day.
Wandering between taxes and profits
What pear, peach, apricot and spring flowers?
This is all a joke.
Copper coins are the last word.
Labor creates value and surplus value.
Wind, flowers, snow and the moon are high above, dressed in red and flowers.
It seems that they created the world.
The weather is not because of the absurd face.
Rain or shine, spring is not because of the cold current.
It's too late
2、
The old farmer who buried himself in silence all day.
It's my father
The shovel is the helmsman of his life.
A brother who hides underground all day.
Is my lover
Strength is his backbone.
3、
Every drop of sweat
It's a sparkling idea.
Every shot
Will make hypocrisy get down.
Honey, we are creating wealth.
They are having an affair.
The throat of fate
Who's in control?
4、
I am very angry.
Because the imagination of shameless people
I despise
Because of this ridiculous decision
Someone deprived me of my labor.
Someone locked my work.
I am looking for a job myself.
Life needs labor.
Instead of showing off
Poetry and painting are beautiful.
The burden on the shoulders is even more sultry.
Labor Day is an eternal song.
Labor is a beautiful picture,
Labor has created the sun of history,
The spring breeze of labor, the glory of Kyushu,
Praise labor,
Singing loudly and enthusiastically,
Praise labor,
The workers' birthdays are full of pride and excitement.
Praise labor,
I hope the red sun warms my heart during the day.
Looking forward to Bai Yue holding hands and thinking at night,
Praise labor,
Stealing time, they are busy looking at the sky,
Spread your wings and make progress,
Praise labor, praise workers,
Working day and night is quiet for a long time,
Labor created the world,
Laborers are the pillars of creating the world!
Chapter VII Labor is the source of life.
By it, I want to be a happy bird.
Flying under the blue sky, looking forward to my future
Labor is the light of hope.
Relying on it, I want to be a colorful stone in the vast universe.
Facing the rising sun, knocking on the door of knowledge
Labor is also the scenery of the four seasons.
With it, I can draw stars with my bare hands.
At the age of no regrets, swim in the open sea.
Labor is also my confident chest.
Relying on it, I want to build ten thousand acres of green mountains and green waters.
Drag on the immortal childlike innocence and climb the ideal ladder forever.
Therefore, I will always follow my hard-working teacher.
Braving the wind and waves, waiting for the full-fledged day.
Bright swords are everywhere, the world of bright swords