A poem praising labor in the third grade of primary school
1, "Glory of Labor", with golden sunshine.
The rooster sang three songs and the flowers woke up.
The birds are busy dressing up.
The little magpie built a new house.
Little bees are busy picking honey.
Where does a happy life come from?
We must rely on labor to create.
Green Ye Er, red flowers.
Little butterfly is playful.
Do not love labor, do not love learning.
None of us have learned.
Build a new house like a magpie.
Learn from bees to collect honey.
The joy of labor is endless.
The creation of labor is the most glorious.
Step 2 give it to the paver
When I was a child, I always thought:
Why are there so many roads in the world?
As many as fishing nets scattered in the river
Who raised them,
Let a lot of cars come and go on it
Today, I found you by the roadside.
Send away the vehicle with proud eyes,
Scatter gravel on the road ...
Now, I understand,
You are small stones,
The road paved in the world is wide and long!
The second part of the poem praising labor in the third grade of primary school
1, "Labor Day Poetry" stands 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 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.
Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.
Rich fruit tastes delicious and sweet.
2. ode to labor
The sun is so bright.
The trees in the sun are covered with green leaves.
The machine is running at full speed.
And sing hymns for the festival.
No matter what position you insist on.
How ordinary the position is.
You are all creating new lives.
In order to work better at rest
Work is for a better life.
This is the eternal melody of human beings.
It is also the song of the workers' hearts.
Ordinary workers are great.
Ordinary greatness is broader.
Only happily devote yourself to study and work.
Life will enjoy real happiness.
Poems praising labor in the third grade of primary school
1, "Workers are the most glorious" Workers are the most glorious.
Humans work to survive, and everyone is a worker.
Labor has created the world and human civilization.
You may be a worker, a farmer or an intellectual.
People live by labor and are beautiful by creation.
Strive for the same civilization.
Today is International Labor Day.
We sing for labor and are proud of it.
Workers are the most glorious and contribute to more people.
It is a "model worker" and a pioneer.
They make more people happier.
Mining, steel flower, to end products
The Joy of Transplanting, Weeding and Harvest
Children's growth, scientific research and development
Small acorns grow into big oaks.
Cars, trains, ships, bullet trains to airplanes.
Small businesses, suppliers, private enterprises and individual enterprises
Whether it is a state-owned enterprise or a private enterprise
No matter what kind of social country.
In the boundless huge crowd
In the rolling crowd
There are workers all over the world.
Labor has created the world and civilization.
Today is a holiday for workers all over the world.
Let's praise the workers and praise them.
2. "Glory of Labor"
In spring
Our simple wish
It is endless labor.
It is to make labor a virtue and a craft.
hand down from generation to generation
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
This goes deep into the traditions and habits of bone marrow
As pure as a father's face.
This is irresistible.
Day after day
year after year
We held the field carefully in our hands.
On the heart
In the countryside, in four songs,
Labor is our way to maturity.
Now happiness begins with simple labor.
From all angles of the fields and the countryside
Surround us from all directions.
Love work
Our tired bodies are pure.
Inner peace