Frogs chirping insects, fish jumping birds scattered, and the wilderness in early spring was noisy. Flying kites are in the embrace of the blue sky, and people on the ground are stretching their muscles and saving their physical strength. Unconsciously, spring is quietly coming to us with light steps-in the spring of May.
May is a paradise for children. Throw away the heavy cotton-padded clothes and hats, run to the fields to play, and sing a spring song on the willow flute. May is the day of young people, the season of surging spring tide, holding hands with my son, walking with him, picking roses in spring and decorating the sky of love; May is a festival for the elderly, walking with the spring birds singing and fishing on the newly thawed lake ... May is a festival for all people and working people all over the world.
18 years ago in May 1 day, brave American laborers held high the banner of the uprising in order to safeguard the rights and interests of the working people, opposed the capitalists who bullied them, and strived for their due rights. It is the days that flow away like water, and the memory is more and more mottled by the passage of time. People have not forgotten this scene, and "May 1 International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
Working people are the greatest people in the world. They created the world, created mankind and created our happy life today. It is labor that has created today's towering buildings; It is labor that has built the modern information superhighway; It is labor that turns the vast land into a small village; It is labor that turns vast wasteland into vast fertile land.
Labor is magical, and labor is great. With hard-working hands and wisdom, laborers have woven this colorful world and created human civilization. Let's pay tribute to the workers all over the world on this special day!
In May full of true feelings, I hold your hand full of cocoons due to labor, send my sincere wishes and listen to the hymn of your labor. "beside the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue" is a kind of life; "Leaning against the railing and resting in the rain" is a kind of life; "The mid-stream hits the water, and the waves will stop the flying boat" is a kind of life; "Unknown, selfless dedication" is also a kind of life. All kinds of life and labor are like sugar cubes in coffee, which makes our life interesting; Labor is like the scenery on the roadside, which makes our life colorful.
Maybe, the truth may be. In the tall building outside the building, in the pavilion outside the building, let's join hands, shoulder to shoulder, full of lofty sentiments, and sing a song "River of No Return" to send the blessings of workers all over the world to the distance and tomorrow. Let's cheer for tomorrow, sing for May and give high-five to the workers!