Qingshan lvshuiniu
Who once said:
"Labor created mankind!"
Who's saying:
"Labor has won happiness!"
Who is singing:
"Labor is the most glorious!"
Chairman Mao once said:
Literature and art serve industry, agriculture and the army.
That is, Acura workers.
I applaud the construction workers!
Look! Holding a steel pipe in his hand,
Like a light swallow
Formed a towering building.
Form rivers and bridges
Composed of the prosperity of the motherland
Magnificent and proud chest.
I applaud the farmers!
Look! The sun is shining, and sweat is sprinkled on the earth.
The earth is covered with gold and silver satin.
Colorful, swaying the hearts of farmers.
Fengcang is full of stability!
I sympathize with the domestic workers!
The housekeeper's aunt
When I get home, I will think of the children I took care of.
Tears merged into a crystal stream.
The voice is singing on the Avenue of Stars.
Harmony of rice, oil and salt among thousands of families.
I applaud the most valuable researchers!
Nine-day exploration, deep-sea scientific research
Xiangyun, empty; Blue, black
Play the glory of the motherland
I encourage designers of foreign aid!
Miss staying at home
Have a motherland in mind
Cheers resounded throughout the global village.
How many model workers lift trophies every year?
How many model workers are printed in people's hearts every year?
Every day is an ocean of labor.
Yes! Labor is beautiful!
Glory! Create happiness!
2. "Labor Day Poetry"
In such a long time.
May 1886 1
A group of simple laborers
In order to fight for due rights and interests
take to the streets
Since then.
People remember this day.
Since then.
The voice of workers
Become more magnificent
We won't forget
When the aggressor's iron hoof
The moment I stepped over my beautiful mountains and rivers.
Countless laborers
Pick up a knife and a gun
With their flesh and blood
Create a song
Fight aggression
Give me back the mountains and rivers.
We won't forget
In that era of traffic lights.
Countless laborers
Gather under the red flag of justice
For the cause of national liberation.
Bloody sacrifice
Buckle the scene
A historical masterpiece of loyal soul with iron bones.
We won't forget
The hard times of new China.
Or our workers
Just use their hands.
With their will, they are not afraid of hardship.
Use them to serve the loyalty of the motherland.
From the ruins and rubble
Hold up a prosperous and beautiful Chinese nation.
today
We can't forget.
In those new factories
On the construction sites that are in full swing.
Our workers
Still with their hands and wisdom
Use them for the country.
The simplest belief in this country
Work hard day and night.
today
When you pick up the pen,
My heart began to have a boiling passion.
Because I'm proud.
Because I am also a worker.
Because I am also working hard for the great rejuvenation of our nation.
Work silently.
today
I want to shout out my excitement.
Workers, we are also the most lovely people.
3. Song of Laborers
Xiao nan
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 only masters of the world.
We are the driving force of history.
We waved ― the mountain bowed its head and gave in.
We stamp our feet ― the river flows backwards.
We held our heads high ―― the blue sky appeared in front of the stars and the moon.
We bow ―― the earth gives us wealth.
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.
As working people all over the world-
Freedom, autonomy and self-reliance, and labor rights and interests are guaranteed.
Long live labor! Long live liberation! !
4. "We are all May Day"
Jun Fan
How many tall buildings are there?
They are all in Wuyi Middle School.
Rise steeply from the ground
Duoduo building
They are all in Wuyi Middle School.
Deng Huang
How many windows are there?
They are all in Wuyi Middle School.
Broad and bright
How dry is it?
They are all in Wuyi Middle School.
Winding flicker
oh
You are May Day.
I am May Day.
He is May Day.
We are all May Day.
5. "May Day Short Song"
Baked berries
maybe
In the palm of your hand, it blooms
Bees use their usual bad habits to build a sweet time on the hive.
Butterflies fly with poor wings.
Spring seems to have nothing to do with it. There are flowers but no fruit.
Summer is a bit lonely.
occupation
In summer, wear a thin tail of spring and fasten your seat belt.
Enough paper. The song of a sleepless bird
Painful joints in reading pure happiness.
Page by page, like the jointing of bitter bamboo shoots
virtue
Pull out these weeds, so that the strength of the pickaxe can be soft.
Regardless of age, abandonment or collection.
Wipe away the still warm sand moraine.
Give her a moonlight color.
Teana gently closes her eyes at midnight.
Uniform breathing
6. Dedicated to May Day laborers
Yuanyuan circle
Don't ask me where I come from.
Perhaps, every corner of the country
And don't ask where my feelings have gone.
Maybe, just serving the people.
We are very small.
Small, a little unwilling to be remembered.
However, small things are dazzling.
Like pearls on the beach.
Can't help but make people shine.
May is a sunny season.
May Day is a memorable day.
Our youth dedication character
Like a fragrant airflow.
Injected into every cause, the fragrance is overflowing.
We used to sweat.
We are indifferent to fame and fortune.
We used to love our jobs.
We worked hard.
All this is so worthwhile and valuable.
We can't be engraved one by one.
We can't be envied one by one.
Don't ask me why.
Perhaps, just to be lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai.
Don't ask me where I'm going
Maybe, it turned into nails, sweat and chalk.
Chapter 7: The Song of Labor
Author: You Gu Yazhou
Labor day is a workers' day.
Labor is a special pleasure.
Labor is as bright as colorful light,
Labor has created a thousand kinds of happiness,
Labor makes the machine turn quickly,
Labor makes everything carry the world,
Labor sings a hymn for the festival.
No matter what position you insist on,
How common the position is,
All work creates a new life.
Labor is the foundation of career,
Labor can be reborn.
Labor is the eternal melody of human beings,
Labor is the song of hard-working mind.
The workers are ordinary and great,
Ordinary greatness is broader.
Only by happily investing in study and labor,
Life will enjoy real happiness!
7. "Look at the wheat cutting"
Tang Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with her son in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
8. "Compassion for farmers"
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?