1, "May Day, my respect"
Author: Yang Dongzeng.
On May 1 day, I left my mental work.
I carry a hoe or pick up a hammer.
Go to the countryside or go to the factory to participate in sweaty physical labor.
Things in front of us have changed during strenuous exercise.
Even everything that will continue in the future will gradually become colorful in the footsteps of time.
After finishing my work, I stood quietly in front of the calendar.
With clenched fists, my respect gradually melted into May Day.
This infinitely glorious and sacred festival.
2. "Silent Song"
Author: Ye Nan.
You make music unique.
No stage, no musical instruments, no scenery.
But your singing has the highest listening rate.
Everyone can listen visually, and all your notes are synthesized by light.
Every smile you can feel is cheering for you, and you spread harmony the most widely.
Plant it in the dynamics of the machine and stick it on the screen of the classroom.
And all the melodies you play every minute in the office building.
They all rejected this paragraph and this episode.
Sustainability and peace are your eternal themes, and dusk is coming.
It is the wonderful part of your singing, and the neon of the city will dance in the leaves.
Streets and parks will not be deserted at night, and the country square dance will become the protagonist at night.
The most spectacular thing is that there are thousands of windows in Qian Qian.
Hold on to your music and push black to where it belongs.
3. Labor Day
Author: Li Qingfa.
Sing for one's own festival. I also wrote the most brilliant hymn for myself.
But I can't find gorgeous words, looking for them in spring ploughing.
Look for the cow's back in the factory.
The clang of the hammer stroked the sickle of the past at dawn.
It is dark and strong at noon. In the smoke, in the afterglow of the sunset.
Taste the nectar of harvest.
4. Ode to the Carpenter
Author: Lai.
A ray of light comes out of your eyes and turns into a black silk thread.
Bombs are imprinted on wood blanks, such as hammers, axes and planers.
Jingle. Jingle.
Buckle the wood into squares and circles, length.
Notched eyes with mortises and mortises are like your bright eyes.
It was far away from me, but I still vaguely heard it.
Jingle. Jingle.
With the sound, the new house.
Walking towards me, very close, very close.
5. "White Notes"
Author: Xu Qingping.
If the cotton swab is a beep, then the white gloves with rhythm up and down are a beep.
If the collection tube is segmented, the nucleic acid detector constitutes an infinitely extending sound line.
This late spring and early summer, a piece of music without ventilation traces.
It is destined to fill the treble clef under the protective clothing during the day, and it is destined to fill the rhythm that my husband and children miss at night.
You write sweet lyrics of thin clouds, brocade water, fragrant grass and He Dan.
You have composed peace, health, balcony and Hongyan into a beautiful melody.
Your figure, on this beautiful day.
Jump into a string of white notes and compose a song of workers without rest.
6. "White lotus in full bloom in May"
Author: Dou.
In spring, deciduous wheat grass is all over the ground, and petals are soaked in rainy nights.
Lightning drew a line in the air, separating the peaches, pears and apricots opposite.
Grass and trees have a dream, craning their necks to work hard.
Spying on the footprints of the wind, the date when the rain came.
There will be a grand activity in the pond, and a medal will be awarded to the struggling Bai Lianhua.
On the first day of May, I tried my best.
Win the applause of frogs and wake up water lilies.
The sun is like fire, and the lotus leaves hold up a sky.
7. "May is like a poem, we are listening."
Author: Xu Bingshu.
Accelerate the pace of spring breeze and open the book of sunshine.
Visit forests, fields and green seedlings.
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and life is full of meaning.
Touch every city and village with your fingertips.
Learn the posture of camphor tree, phoenix tree and butterfly.
Listen to every new leaf, every eye.
The rhyme of this poem comes from the sound of the plow hitting the metal.
A drop of rain and dew is the best encounter, and a tung flower is painted into the sea.
Form a white movement and produce a glass of wine.
The ears of time are pricked up, and the spring on the branches is swaying.
The skinny feeling of reinforced concrete and the possibility of fullness.
There is always charm floating, retrograde footsteps sonorous.
Actually, May is quite warm.
Every dawn is filled with the fragrance of golden fruit.
8, "labor creates spring"
Author: Ye Changbin.
You come from the east, and the mountains and rivers dress you in green.
The river crowned you with a glittering crown, and the azaleas danced in the breeze.
Larks sing quietly, and the northland sets up bright tents for you.
Southern Xinjiang has opened a colorful canvas for you, and youth shines in your heart.
Life was born in your arms, your generosity to nature.
Insects, fish, birds and animals have gained the power of fertility, and you have given gifts to the world.
Men, women and children receive boundless blessings.
9. "Father's Pole"
Author: Huang Yunfeng.
On the first day of May, I miss you.
I think your shoulder pole used to stick to the dew under the rock and blew a hundred times.
The sunset glow holds the palm of your hand, and the spring fog exposes the pit.
The shoulder pole bends your back, and the sweat like rain is painted in the unique scenery of clothes.
Heavy squeaks and heavy gasps move forward in Dai Yue.
You picked up five children's daily necessities and books.
At that time, naughty me, still swinging on your pole.
Father and the pole are the Optimus Prime in the family, and they are the paddlers in the family.
10, urban beautician
Author: Ye Xiaorong.
From looking forward to spring on the grass to hibernating in the river, you are busy with the four seasons.
Constantly changing clothes for the city, tireless you.
The drum you step on flows into a kind melody with the notes waved by the broom.
From late at night to early in the morning, streets and empty lanes are waiting for your inspection.
The green bucket on the corner is silent, waiting for your disposal at any time.
In order not to disturb people's dreams, every grass and flower in trees, houses and flower beds chooses to hide applause in their hearts.
When the stars give the canopy to the morning light, your sweat and smiling face are so clean in the morning light.
Like white clouds, they are waking up from the golden light.