Praise for labor
Mud covered my trouser legs.
Sweat soaked the back of the clothes.
I know who you are.
An affable and respected worker
For whom
For the happiness and well-being of the whole family
For the children's future
You face the loess with your back to the sky.
Darkness in the sun
Wipe away endless sweat
Go on with your noble work
There is hope only when there is labor.
Ruthless years have changed your face.
The heavy burden accelerates your spine.
Laborers.
You have no regrets, no reservations.
Stick to your dream
China dream labor beauty
Labor horn
Yesterday's wind blew the horn of labor,
Today, the clear sky indicates.
It's time to give birth.
Laborers are hardworking farmers.
In the fields in the early morning, there are farmers working.
Form a simple picture
Workers are best reflected in farmers.
Facing the Loess back into the air
Hard work and simplicity year after year.
Being friends with the earth is a great cold.
Just celebrating the new year.
Today, I saw the workers working in the fields.
The warmth of the morning makes them integrate with the earth.
Sweat all over your face.
They just laughed and went on working.
everywhere
Shake my heart
Working people are loyal to the soil, and working people are not mediocre.
Working people are sweating, and working people are the most capable.
The working people are the most industrious. They are farming.
The working people were praised, and they were really moved.
Working people are dry on holidays, and working people are sweating.
I am the son of working people, and I admire them.
The working people are the poorest and the working people are the most glorious.
Labor day, a holiday for working people.
They don't know whether to rest or travel.
I only know how to farm after rain.
look
They walked into the field with hoes on their shoulders.
Hard work may
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 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! !
Song of the laborer
Standing on 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
The sonorous song of labor sounded.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The sound of birds falling on trees
A hot morning
cannot help doing
sunlight
rain and dew
spring breeze
Promote 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.
Any point dyeing painting
Song of labor
Eternal singing
Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.
Fruitful fruit
delicious
Fragrant and sweet
Labor Day is coming.
Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,
Began to form a long layer of green.
On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,
There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers.
The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea,
Deserts and uninhabited Gobi
Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit.
In order to make the town near the desert have night lights,
In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
In order to build the motherland,
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
From barren land to noisy streets,
From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,
Check it carefully,
Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...
This is the Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to their own workers
The truest hymn