Author: Huaihe prodigal son
From February to July, this road
I've been repairing it. Then crush it quietly.
And fix it.
Building roads seems to be some kind of determination.
And here is the only place where I do morning exercises.
There are people every day
Get up earlier than me, work harder than me, when I am sweating like rain.
I will tell these kind and simple people.
Smile and greet
They are so obscure.
Day after day, protracted.
A heart, rippling in the simple and closed morning light
Will always enter the atmosphere of gratitude.
When I look at them,
That empty car, inadvertently
Will pull out a hard childhood.
Because of the wind and rain, the wood grain on the handle is clearer.
It seems to be in front of the house.
A fallen tree under the pressure of the story
locust tree
Now, the road is being built.
Like the dust of an era, it is rushing to them.
No choice, no escape.
In silence, they accept everything and have no regrets.
They lowered their heads and put the shelf where the car could reach it.
It's clean
They are deeply buried in time.
It seems that there is only time.
Clean everything.
How long will it take?
cannot find
Mountains seem to have sprung up in a plain area overnight.
Between every mountain ridge, there seems to be a hungry beast.
They kept a tacit understanding and wandered all day.
Enjoy the sunshine
They were silent, working and praying.
As long as the child can live safely.
Even if the two wheels of a car press out of the tracks of life.
Even if the days get longer.
The road is even longer.
The second song
Yan Di, Yellow Emperor, cut off the thorns.
Don walked out of the path.
There was a first emperor.
Open a bridge
Two thousand years later
It's us
Use wisdom and courage-build a thoroughfare.
City, country, we connect it together.
Mountains and rivers, we turn it into flat land.
we
Road workers today.
A "fool" who works silently with sweat, diligence and heat in the sun.
With Mu Na, perseverance and "pedantry" of quick repair in the rain wash.
As a city vascular doctor,
we
Road workers today.
The plateau lacks oxygen, but there is no shortage of roads.
The countryside is remote, but it can be reached everywhere.
Even if you are permafrost.
I also put you on the road to heaven.
Because we are road builders today.
because
Together with our road workers,